The blood-stained paper in the delivery room has long been cleaned up.

The rising sun is projected onto the ground through the exhaust fan, making the entire delivery room look particularly warm.

Huang Lingling lay peacefully on the bed.

Zhao Gang-ling walked to the bed.

Huang Lingling hasn't woken up yet.

"Where is my child?"

Zhao Gang-liang asked the nurse beside him.

“Here.”

The nurse brought a small basket over.

Inside the basket was a little boy who had been washed.

The little boy closed his eyes and did not breathe at all.

Zhao Gang's heart suddenly felt sore.

Before seeing this child, Zhao Gangliang was actually not in his heart.

After all, I have never seen this child before. Although it is my own child, where is the important thing for my own woman?

However, when Zhao Gangliang saw this little guy with his own eyes and the crystallization of his love with Huang Lingling, he felt that his heart was breaking little by little.

He is his own child.

But that's it...

Zhao Gang-ling could finally understand Huang Lingling's reluctance.

Bang.

Zhao Gangyan knelt on both knees, hugged the cradle, and looked at the little life inside, tears couldn't stop flowing down.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Zhao Gangliang cried bitterly.

Huang Lingling on the bed next to her moved for a while, then Huang Lingling opened her eyes.

She saw Zhao Gangling and the child in the cradle.

Her eyes were instantly soaked in tears.

She could feel that the child had no breath of life.

"Gangliu, can I give him to me?"

Huang Lingling said in a faint voice.

Zhao Gang's body trembled for a moment, then nodded, carefully picked up the child in the cradle, turned around and walked to Huang Lingling, and handed the child to Huang Lingling.

Huang Lingling took the child, pulled the quilt open, placed the child on her chest, covered the quilt, and gently hugged the child.

"Child, mom is sorry for you. Mom has not brought you safely to this world. Don't blame your mom, okay?"

The child in his arms lies quietly, as if he is asleep.

Zhao Gangqing stood beside Huang Lingling's bed and gently placed his hand on the child.

Huang Lingling didn't seem to see Zhao Gangling, but was just talking to the child.

Some of the nurses on the side covered their faces and cried, while others left sobbed.

I don’t know when Su Yanni and others walked in.

Because it was a man, Zhao Tiezhu and the others did not come in.

"Lingling, don't be sad."

Su Yanni walked to Huang Lingling and gently stroked the messy hair on Huang Lingling's head.

"yes."

Li Ling'er said, "The little guy will definitely not blame you."

Huang Lingling ignored them and continued to pat the child on her chest.

After a long time, Su Yanni and others left.

Zhao Gangyan took a chair, sat by the bed, and quietly accompanied Huang Lingling.

I don't know how long it has passed.

Qingluan walked in.

"The opening ceremony is about to begin."

Qingluan leaned into Zhao Gangling's ear and whispered, "The car is ready."

"Not going."

Zhao Gang-ling shook his head.

Qingluan was stunned for a moment, looked at Huang Lingling, and did not say anything more, but turned around and left.

Looking at Huang Lingling on the bed, Zhao Gang's sadness was almost indescribable.

It was almost ten o'clock now.

The largest hall in the headquarters of the Ancient Martial Arts Federation.

Many people have gathered here.

Today's opening ceremony will be held here.

Zhao Gang-ling's position is located in the middle of the rostrum and the person sitting in the middle is the director of the General Administration of Sports of China.

Because Zhao Gang-ryung was already the director of the National Security Bureau and was still favored by the central government, the director of the General Administration of Sports came to the headquarters of the Ancient Martial Arts Federation early and sat in his own position.

Generally, according to normal circumstances, he should be the last one to come, but who made Zhao Gangliang so awesome? The director of the General Administration of Sports also had to please Zhao Gangliang.

It was half past ten, and the director had not seen Zhao Gangliang come yet.

The director was a little dissatisfied now.

Although you are better than me, isn’t it a bit disrespectful to you if you ignore me so much? After all, I am also your elder! There are so many representative teams from countries below the stage. I, the director of the General Administration, are waiting for you as the president of the Ancient Martial Arts Federation. If you say this, it would be too much to lose points.

At this moment, he came to the Director of the General Administration alone and whispered a few words.

"What?!"

The Director of the General Administration widened his eyes, then nodded, and said, "I understand, I will go to Zhao's mansion after a break."

"Thank you, Director."

After the man left, the director of the General Administration sighed. Who would have thought that Zhao Gangling's son would die in the early morning of this year? It is no wonder that Zhao Gangling couldn't come if such a thing happened.

Since Zhao Gang-ling can't come, he has to find someone with more weight to speak!

The director of the General Administration looked around and saw an acquaintance sitting in the front row.

"Old Bai!"

The director waved quickly.

Bai Yufan frowned slightly. He didn't have to pay attention to these people, but the other party was a ministerial cadre after all, so Bai Yufan got up and walked onto the rostrum.

"What?"

After hearing the words of the Director of the General Administration, Bai Yufan said in a little surprised, "Let me sit in Zhao Gang-shou's position?"

"What happened to Zhao Gang-liang's family, his son... died as soon as he was born." The director shook his head helplessly and said, "So he may not come. You are qualified to sit in this position. Lao Bai, our friends for so many years, only I can think of you. I will be able to broadcast live in the whole world later. You can click on your Bai family at that time, and the publicity effect will be better than that of CCTV advertising."

"Well. Let Zhou Jianye come."

After Bai Yufan finished speaking, he turned around and left.

The director widened his eyes, a little angry, Bai Yufan was ignorant of being polite. However, Bai Yufan has always been like this, and the director was a little helpless and had to ask someone to call Zhou Jianye last year.

Zhou Jianye was very happy to sit in Zhao Gang-ling's position, so soon, Zhou Jianye's famous brand was placed where Zhao Gang-ling's famous brand was placed before.

Zhou Jianye looked at the delegations of various countries under the rostrum with a calm smile on his face, and was very satisfied.

It would be great if Zhao Gangliang had more sons to die. This position would probably be my whole life.

The entire Zhao family was filled with a very contradictory aura.

On the one hand, Guo Furong left a young master for the Zhao family, but on the other hand, Huang Lingling's child died prematurely.

People don't know whether to be happy or sad.

In Guo Furong's delivery room.

"Furong, I feel wronged."

Su Yanni said, holding Guo Furong's hand.

Guo Furong shook her head and said, "I can feel the feeling of being so terrified. It's okay. Auntie."
To be continued...