C15 Cardioversion

Zhan Ning still remembered the scene when his mother said this to him before he passed away.

Zhan Ning's mother, Li Xingran, was a beauty that could topple nations. He had only married Zhan Ning's father politically and did not have much feelings for him. After the marriage life was as calm as water, like the flower of the mother in this way to wear down their spirit, quickly haggard.

When Zhan Ning was fifteen years old, Li Xingran was bedridden with a serious illness, just like a porcelain doll that would break upon touching. Even so, his father was still out drinking and spending time, rarely coming back.

Before he died, Li Xingran seemed to have sensed something. She called Zhan Ning to his side, grabbed his hand, and said with a hoarse voice:

"Good child, mother knows that you are the one she is the most sorry for. Your mother's life was not happy, but it was your mother's fault that your life was not good. "

Fifteen years old Zhan Ning resisted the hot tears from his eyes and comforted his mother. "The doctor will be here soon.

Li Xingran haggard shook her head: "I understand my own body, I'm afraid …"

"Mom." Zhan Ning held his mother's hand, determined not to let her say those words.

Li Xin Ran gave an understanding smile. Looking at the child's handsome face, he lightly sighed.

"I'm afraid mother won't be able to wait for the day you get married, Zhan Ning, you heard mother say that the thing that mother was most unwilling to see was to not meet a good person in her life. I hope that my son will be happy, so you must … "Cough, cough."

Before Li Xingran could finish, he started coughing violently.

"Mother," Zhan Ning anxiously patted Li Xin Ran's back: "If there's anything you want to say, say it later."

Li Xin Ran shook her head and stared at Zhan Ning, then said: "Mom hopes that you will only meet one person in your life, and that you will be alone for the rest of your life. He will stay with you, poor or rich, until death separates you. "

"Mother," Zhan Ning looked at his mother's pale face, wanting to stop her from continuing. "You can tell me these things later."

When he took back his beloved girl, he would gather around his mother and receive her blessing.

Not now, weeping helplessly by the bedside.

"Cough, cough …" Li Xingran smiled and shook his head: "Child, you are still young and you still don't understand a lot of things. The most important thing in life is not to build a career and pursue worldly possessions, but to pursue things that truly belong to you, such as someone who loves you and someone who is sincere."

These were all blessings one could only hope for.

Li Xin Ran touched Zhan Ning's head and started crying.

These things that Mother didn't get, I only hope that you, Zhan Ning, have them.

Zhan Ning stood in front of his mother's desk and saw the last sentence that she had said to him on his diary.

Half-life duckweed with water, a night cold rain burial of the famous flowers, the soul is willows blowing to shatter, around the horizon.

Li Xingran's life was too short and too unhappy.

Mother, Zhan Ning held onto the piece of paper in his hand tightly and endured the tears in his eyes.

If this is your last wish, your son will be happy!

Mo Wenting snuggled into Zhan Ning's embrace, and listened to him talk about his mother. His eyes were moist, as if there were tears.

Mo Wenting slowly extended his hand and placed it on top of Zhan Ning's eyes.

"It's all in the past," Mo Wenting said softly. "You've already done very well."

Children who grew up quickly had a reason to grow up. Mo Wenting was like this, Zhan Ning was the same.

As he grew up, he was able to keep his sincerity, making it seem even more precious.

Mo Wenting leaned on Zhan Ning and said: "The person I met was you."

He had put it in his hands to cherish it, yet he had met another precious soul.

Zhan Ning reached out his hand, took hold of Mo Wenting's small hand that was right in front of his eyes, and gently kissed the back of her hand.

"Me too." Zhan Ning smiled slightly.

Mo Wenting laughed until her eyes curved into crescents, and her mouth curved into a beautiful smile.

Zhan Ning was moved, he lowered his head and kissed Mo Wenting.

His kiss was not gentle and he took a fierce bite, as if he was confirming something.

Mo Wenting obediently endured it as she hugged the man in front of her.

Tonight, the moonlight shone like the moon, and the wisteria flowers bloomed like flower racks, emitting a tranquil fragrance in the dark night.

A pair of figures snuggled together, as if this would last forever.

Yue Wuyue? Where was there no Purple Vine Flower?

The most beautiful scenery is where you are.

"So, you've already decided to marry me since then?" Mo Wenting asked curiously.

Zhan Ning nodded his head, his fingers curling up Mo Wenting's hair.

"Is the baby fake?" Mo Wenting asked.

"No," Zhan Ning looked at the curious baby in front of him: "This marriage was decided by my grandfather, I've known it since I was young, and had specially investigated Mo Qingxin afterwards. "That's why I was originally refusing."

"Then why didn't you break off the engagement?" Mo Wenting heard that Zhan Ning did not like Mo Qingxin, but she was curious as to why he accepted the marriage.

Zhan Ning muttered to himself for a bit: "Actually, those small habits and habits of abusing women were all spread out by me, I used them to resist this marriage."

Even if he wanted to retreat, he couldn't go back on his word. After all, it was his ancestors' friendship, so he could only beat around the bush.

"So that's how it is." Mo Wenting nodded, she had already said that no one would dare to spread bad news about Zhan Ning, and it went so smoothly.

"It's just that I met you later," Zhan Ning said as he gently embraced Mo Wenting's small body. "I felt that this was a chance to make use of it."

Mo Wenting's identity was embarrassing, and it was obvious that she was unwilling to accept this daughter of her. Zhan Ning didn't want Mo Wenting to think that she was someone who was above herself, so he wanted to first give her a good starting point and an identity.

Zhan Ning was very clear about Mo Changtian's character. Once he was hooked, he would protect no matter what.

Thus, Zhan Ning used the financial crisis in Southeast Asia to secretly destroy Mo Changtian's business.

Then the news spread, it seemed that he wanted to marry the Mo family.

Mo Qingxin would definitely not dare to marry the rumored abnormal Zhan Ning.

This pushed Mo Wenting's choice to the front of her mind.

As expected, the developments after that were as Zhan Ning had expected.

Mo Wenting quietly listened, no one knew how she felt.

Yes, everything that Zhan Ning had done was for himself. He had a sufficient family background to successfully marry her.

However, when Mo Wenting heard him unperturbed as he talked about her various schemes, Mo Wenting was a little confused.

Zhan Ning's actions carried an extremely strong purpose, just like when he was young and liked a certain toy.

But was that really love?

Maybe it's new to a toy at first, but there's always a day when you get tired of it over time.

What about him? Now that Zhan Ning had gotten his hands on him, wouldn't that mean that it was getting closer and closer to the day he got tired of it?

Mo Wenting didn't ask anything in the end.

This was a time of deep love. Why ask such unorthodox and unorthodox questions about the arrival of a worrisome person to stir up trouble?

All the doubts, the time will give you the answer.

Mo Wenting leaned on Zhan Ning, thinking like this.

The stars were shining in the distance, and the long night was over, and dawn was just around the corner.