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Chapter 512

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    Seeing that the time was almost up, Mark Tingchen comforted him, "Grandma, don't think too much about it. Take care of your illness. When you recover, I'll take you back and you will follow us from now on. You were right in obstructing me back then, so I didn't  You need to be ashamed, she knows that you are good to Yan Yan, and she also hopes that you can be good."

    The old lady suddenly became short of breath and could no longer speak a word.  Mark Tingchen hastily went out and called the doctor: "I'm short of breath, go and have a look!"

    The doctor walked into the intensive care unit with a solemn expression. At this time, the old lady's breathing had gradually stabilized, but her condition was very bad.  The doctor tried to communicate with the old lady: "Can you hear me?"

    The old lady nodded with difficulty, and the doctor breathed a sigh of relief: "You have to keep your emotions stable, which is conducive to recovery."

    The old lady asked with a hoarse voice: "I it's hard to get better right? Tell the truth"

    The doctor paused: "It's not hopeless The old man is not stronger than the young man, but it takes some effort to be stronger."

    The old lady smiled: "No, I've had enough, help me writea suicide notejust sayI left something for my granddaughterit'sthe Wen family's old housethe real estate certificatein  inMuMu's housethat room I lived inunder the mattressyou write quickly"

    The doctor was afraid that the old lady would be too emotional, so he could only follow her, took a piece of white paper for printing reports, and wrote down the last words: "Look, I wrote it as you said, don't talk now, and take care of yourself."  .¡±

    Suddenly, the old lady pulled out the instrument on her right hand: "Pen I will sign"

    The doctor broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that if he didn't follow the old lady now, the matter would never end, so he could only hand the pen forward.  The old lady wrote her name crookedly, and with the last stroke, she dropped her hand.  At the same time, the heart rate monitor issued a rapid alarm sound, leaving only a straight line on the screen

    Upon hearing the news of the old lady's death, Mark Tingchen was silent for a long time without speaking.  The doctor sighed and took out the suicide note: "This is left by the old man before he died. As long as the old man is awake, he will not cooperate with the treatment. He really doesn't want to live anymore. We have tried our best."

    Mark Tingchen took the suicide note: "Thank you, I will let someone handle the funeral."

    Back in Mu's house, he took out the real estate certificate under the mattress. Wen Yan can't let Wen Yan see these things now, and let her know the news of the old lady's death.

    Fortunately, Wen Yan was still taking a nap at this moment, and he couldn't pretend that nothing happened, so he brought the suicide note and real estate certificate to the company and locked it in a drawer in the office.

    On weekdays, he would go home early, but today, he didn't want to go back, he didn't know how to face Wen Yan, he was afraid of accidentally revealing his truth.

    Thinking of what the old lady had said to him in the intensive care unit, he took out his mobile phone and called Butler Lin: "Uncle Lin, bring Wen Zhiling and his wife to my office, right now."

    Half an hour later, the person arrived.  Wen Zhiling knew something was wrong when she saw Mo Tingchen's face, only her husband, who did not know how to live or die, was still admiring the majesty of Mu's Group Building.

    Wen Zhiling was a little at a loss: "Tingchen What's the matter with you asking us to come?"

    Mark Tingchen sneered: "Do you know how grandma fell ill?"

    Wen Zhiling's husband froze and touched his nose guilty.  Wen Zhiling obviously didn't know about it: "It's normal to catch a cold in this weather. It's just that I'm busy at ordinary times, and my mother didn't tell me what's wrong. I also took medicine for her cough. I didn't pay much attention. She suddenly  It was only after I passed out that I realized that I was seriously ill. Now you take care of it, and you can do things with money, and the old lady will definitely recover, so I am relieved."

    Mark Tingchen threw the death notice in front of them: "Everyone is dead, how can we get better?"

    Wen Zhiling was as if struck by lightning, and after a long pause, she squatted down and picked up the death notice: "Noyou were fine when you went there, whygone? Nomy mother is in good health  Now, it¡¯s pneumonia caused by fever, how could people just disappear like this? You lied to me, right?¡±

    Mark Tingchen did not speak, but stared at Wen Zhiling's husband coldly.  Wen Zhiling's husband was looked at with horror: "What do you think I am doing? I was not there when the old lady died. Could it be that I let her die? Since everyone is dead, we should settle some accounts.  Counting from the day when Zhiling and I got married, minus the odds, the old lady has been with us for twenty years. Wen Zhiyuan died early and did not fulfill his filial piety. Wen Yan was small before, and we didn't care about it. Now she has grown up, twenty years  She has to count ten years when divided equally.

    Over the years, we have spent a lot of money on the old lady's serious and minor illnesses,It¡¯s a lot of effort. After a person dies, the funeral is left to you. The ten years are calculated as 100,000 a year. Isn¡¯t it expensive?  You don¡¯t know how to work hard for the money. In order to take care of the old lady, you have delayed our affairs all these years. Excluding the one hundred thousand a year, a total of one million "replacement fees" and labor expenses, give us two hundred  All right, the price of friendship.  This amount of money is nothing to your Mu family, but it is very precious to us.  "

    It was the first time Wen Zhiling didn't stand on the same front with her husband. She felt chilled when she died, "This is my Wen family's business. It has nothing to do with you. Stop embarrassing me here! In your eyes, there is nothing but money.  Is it humane? My mother just died, are you still human?! I want to take care of my mother's funeral, if you don't care, get out early!"

    Mark Tingchen glanced at Wen Zhiling, and said calmly: "The reason why grandma is sick is because your husband secretly opens the window of grandma's room every night, and it snows at night, and the wind and snow pour in all at once. Who can bear it?"  ?¡±

    Wen Zhiling was stunned. The old lady insisted on living in a small room, and the bed in the small room was next to the window. What was the difference between that and a big living person sleeping in the ice and snow?  After waking up, she crazily grabbed things from Mark Tingchen's desk and threw them at her husband: "My mother treats you well! You encouraged me to suck my mother's blood and even kill her  , you bastard!"

    The turmoil in front of me made people feel bored, and Mark Tingchen knocked on the table: "Okay, we have to quarrel and go back to quarrel. Let me explain first, I have no objection to the 20 years you mentioned, and 10 years each, but in terms of compensation,  I have an objection, your contribution is not worth the money, not to mention that in the end grandma was caused by you. I will give you a cheap compensation, but you have to get out of the imperial capital. I don't want Yanyan to see you again.  The news that grandma has passed away should not be let her know, do you understand what I said?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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