Mo Yeting stood at the door of the intensive care unit, his face dark, like a winter morning without sunshine.

Cold and dark.

Jiang Lin seemed to have tears on her face that had dried up. Seeing that Mo Yeting looked like this, she immediately pulled his arm.

"Ye Ting, your father hasn't told you about the will yet. This call to Chen Chen is probably related to the will. You should look at it."

Jiang Lin muttered in Mo Yeting's ear in a low voice. She was also worried that someone would listen to it and dared not raise her voice.

Mo Yeting turned his head, his eyes were cold, and he glanced at Jiang Lin, without saying anything, nor moving.

Seeing that Mo Yeting was indifferent, Jiang Lin planned to go in by herself, but who knew she was stopped by the person at the door.

The person at the door was Wei Shu, the personal secretary of Mo Yeting's father, Mo Yingchen.

Jiang Lin glanced at her with a fierce look, "Dare you stop me?"

"Madam, the gentleman said that he could only leave the young master in the room, and no idle people are allowed to enter."

"I'm a idler waiting?! I'm his wife. How dare you say I'm a idler waiting!" Jiang Lin yelled at Wei Shu's nose.

"Madam, it's time for dying now. Are you sure that arguing with me here is the right behavior and practice? Mr. hasn't seen the young master for a long time and wants to talk to the young master alone on his deathbed. Why should you be so nervous?"

Wei Shu's calm words suddenly suppressed Jiang Lin's arrogance.

"What are you nervous? I just want to go in and take a look." Jiang Lin glanced at Wei Shu and returned to her original position.

In the intensive care unit

Gong Yuchen slowly walked to the edge of the bed. The man on the bed, Mo Yingchen, had many tubes inserted into his body, and the instruments around him made different sounds.

"Grandpa"

Gong Yuchen called out softly.

Mo Yingchen slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Gong Yuchen, the corners of his mouth were gently raised, and his hand raised effortfully.

Gong Yuchen knelt on the edge of the bed with a "thump" and grabbed Mo Yingchen's hand, "Grandpa, I'm here, I'm Chenchen."

"Chenchen" Mo Yingchen's voice was weak and powerless. He forced himself to breathe a sigh of relief and dragged it to the present.

"Grandpa, what do you want to say to me?"

"Chenchen," Mo Yingchen squinted his eyes and looked at Gong Yuchen, "Chenchen, Shengsi Group, I'll leave it to you. You want to carry it forward."

"Grandpa?!" Gong Yuchen looked at Mo Yingchen in horror. Is this considered a last word on his death?

His grandfather actually wants to hand over the Saints Group to him?

This is impossible!

"Chenchen, you want to be successful"

"Grandpa, I"

"Promise me."

Gong Yuchen's heart is very complicated at this moment. He never thought of inheriting the Saints Group. He did not like the struggles within the group and could not stand the busy life every day. He only liked acting and acting.

"Promise me"

"Okay, I promise you, grandpa, I promise you!" Gong Yuchen had no choice but to agree first and talk about the rest.

Mo Yingchen nodded, turned his head straight and stared at the ceiling, with tears slowly flowing from the corners of his eyes.

"Xuexueer"

"Grandpa" Gong Yuchen looked at Mo Yingchen's eyes slowly dissipated until he lost all his spirit

Finally, his hands sank and his eyes closed.

"Grandpa!"

Hearing the heart-wrenching shouts inside, Mo Yeting and Jiang Lin rushed in immediately. The mobile phone remembered it for a second to provide you with wonderful novel reading.

News of Mo Yingchen's death was soon released.

Everyone knows that the Saints Group is the family business of the Mo family, and Mo Yingchen is the biggest contributor to this family business. It is him who brought the Saints Group to the world's number one position.

His son Mo Yeting is not bad either. In the face of two financial crises, he was able to turn the tide, so that the Saints Group was not affected.

Because of Mo Yingchen's contribution to the economy of the entire Z city, his body will be parked for six days, and the Mo family will naturally hold a grand ceremony for Mo Yingchen.

A mourning hall was built in the old house of the Mo family for people to come and pay their respects.

Jiang Lin was wearing a black mourning suit and couldn't help crying. Mo Yeting next to her was also wearing mourning suit, with a very indifferent expression on her face, and so was Gong Yuchen.

The only people who are closest to Mo Yingchen are the three of them, and the rest are some relatives, so naturally the three of them will do the work of keeping the spirit.

Jiang Lin stood up and patted Gong Yuchen on the shoulder, "Chenchen, come with me."

"Oh." Gong Yuchen also stood up.

The two walked to the lounge behind together, and Jiang Lin ordered the servant to pour a glass of water for Gong Yuchen.

"Chenchen, Shuling is very tired. You are still young. If you are tired, take a rest. Don't be embarrassed, you are all your own family."

Jiang Lin is amiable.

"It's okay, grandma, I'm already an adult, but grandma, you should pay attention to your health."

"Chenchen has grown up and knows he feels sorry for others. Please sit for a while." Jiang Lin patted the sofa next to him and signaled Gong Yuchen to sit down.

Gong Yuchen sat next to Jiang Lin.

"Chenchen, what did your grandfather tell you before his death?" Jiang Lin tentatively said.

Gong Yuchen was shocked. He could never say it!

Because he didn't want to inherit the St.

"I couldn't hear clearly what he said at that time. At that time, my grandfather was already a little confused and kept holding my hand and calling my mother's name."

"Call your mother's name?"

"Yeah, maybe I miss my mom."

"Oh, then he didn't say anything else to you?"

Gong Yuchen shook his head, "No, he was talking about something, but I couldn't hear anything."

"That's how it is."

Gong Yuchen drank all the water in his hand, worried that Jiang Lin would continue to ask, "Grandma, I've gone outside. My uncle hasn't eaten anything since this morning. I'll go change him and come and have a rest."

"Okay, go."

After a while, Mo Yeting came over. His eyes were deep and he had no energy, like a walking corpse.

Jiang Lin immediately ordered the servant to pick up some pastries.

"Ye Ting, how can you be so uninspired? Don't forget that your father suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, which left us completely unprepared. We don't know whether he made a will!"

There is no one else here, so there is no need for Jiang Lin to hide her words.

"I just asked Chenchen, and Chenchen may not necessarily believe that he has grown up."

Mo Yeting sighed, "Let's talk about the will matter after the funeral is finished."

"It will be too late to finish the funeral! What if your father's mind gets hot and he handed over the Saints Group to Chenchen?"

Mo Yeting looked at Jiang Lin. He really didn't have the energy to consider the will.

"So what if I leave it to Chenchen? Chenchen is not an outsider. If I really leave it to Chenchen, then I will assist him. They are all their own family members, there is no difference."
Chapter completed!