My Mr. Gu is Courting Death Again

Through the night, I couldn't actually see much clearly.

But Gu Yu knew that the man and woman standing there were Zuo An and Xu Weilai. At this time, they each held a cup of coffee and smiled at each other from time to time.

It's so warm that it gives the illusion of peace and tranquility.

Gu Yu's hand grasped the steering wheel with increasing strength, so much so that the veins on the back of his hand bulged out. His emotions fluctuated so much that he coughed violently again.

He coughed for a while, and as soon as he calmed down, he felt a fishy smell rising from his throat again.

Gu Yu swallowed hard and suppressed it. He leaned back on the chair and took several deep breaths before he managed to regain some clarity.

After resting for a while and finally recovering, he picked up a bottle of mineral water kept in the car. With slightly trembling fingers, he unscrewed the lid twice before taking a few sips.

After that, he put down the mineral water, restarted the car, and left quietly.

An hour later, he arrived at the hospital.

Gu Yu pushed open the door to the ward and walked in slowly, but still woke up Mrs. Lin who was napping on the sofa. She rubbed her blurred eyes and said, "Who is it?"

"It's me." The man's voice was low and slightly depressed.

"Young master... why are you here so late?" Mrs. Lin stood up and said very considerately, "Then you talk to the old man, I will go out and wash my face."

"good."

Mrs. Lin walked out of the ward and gently closed the door.

Gu Yu walked to the hospital bed and sat on the chair where Xu Weiwei had always sat. He gently held Mr. Gu's hand and felt that the hands had no warmth and were even getting thinner.

Even though there are medicines and instruments hanging on to life, Mr. Gu's body and other functions are deteriorating, and his body muscles are gradually weakening. After all, he is old. If other vegetative states are still young, they may still be able to survive, but he... …already old.

No one can tell, maybe one day he will be announced and will never wake up.

Gu Yu held it very lightly, as if he was afraid. A slight exertion would hurt Mr. Gu, even though he could no longer feel any pain.

He didn't say anything, just sat silently. For a long time, he gently placed Mr. Gu's hand on his face, his Adam's apple rolled several times, and his voice was hoarse, "Grandpa, this is the last step."

"Open your eyes and look at me."

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After drinking coffee, the two people turned back to the lobby from the terrace.

The calligraphy and painting was still hanging on the wall of the hall. Xu Laiwei had been curious about this before and couldn't help but ask: "Sir, boss, was this calligraphy and painting written by you?"

Zuo An's eyes also fell on it. Looking at the signature, he shook his head, "It's not me, it's... my father."

Father?

I had only heard him mention his mother before, but this was the first time I heard him mention his father.

As he said before, if he and Zuo Si are related by blood, then his father is now the head of the Zuo family and the president of the Zuo Group!

The fonts on this calligraphy and painting are vigorous and powerful, and the writing is grand. The words tell people...

Xu Weilai commented, "Looking at this word, your father should have a noble demeanor..."

Before she finished speaking, Zuo An suddenly interrupted her, "In the future, it's getting late, I should leave."

After a pause, there was a touch of tenderness between his brows, "I am very happy every moment I am with you tonight."