Seeing the gate of Yanyu Chunyuan closed, Mo Hanting pulled Si Ruo away from him to chase him.

But Si Ruo grabbed his wrist with his backhand and said urgently: "Han Ting, are you okay?

It's really okay, right? You go back to the hospital with me for a full-body examination, otherwise I won't be at ease."

Mo Hanting withdrew his sharp gaze and looked at Si Ruo.

At this moment, Si Ruo was no different from Si Ruo three years ago, and his face was still pale and pitiful.

But hasn't she already had a heart-changing surgery?

Could it be... the bastard of my father and Mu Jingxiu really lied to him and did not perform the operation?

Then did Si Yan not die?

As soon as he had this idea in his mind, Mo Hanting immediately grabbed Si Ruo's arm and asked urgently: "Why are your face so bad? Didn't they say that you had a heart-changing surgery three years ago?"

When talking about three years ago, Si Ruo burst into tears in an instant, and squatted on the ground in a panic, covering his cheeks, and couldn't help crying.

Looking at Si Ruo's reaction, Mo Hanting narrowed his eyebrows, squatted down, held Si Ruo's face up, looked straight into her tearful eyes, and asked again: "Has the surgery been done?"

Si Ruo closed his eyes, tears as big as beans rolled out of his cheeks, nodded in pain and cried: "I really, really didn't think about A Yan's heart.

But... when I wake up again after saying goodbye to you, the world collapsed.

My dear sister died for me, and my beloved man was unconscious for no reason. I, the one who should have died, survived!"

She cried even more, and her eyes were red and held Mo Hanting's hand tightly: "Do you know that every day I lived in these three years was suffering, Han Ting... I... what should I do! As long as I think of innocent A Yan, my heart will be broken..." Mo Hanting looked at Si Ruo's painful appearance, but no words of comfort came out of his heart, because at this moment, his heart was also desolate.

Si Yan... is dead! She is really dead!                                                                                                                          

But why... he felt so painful in his heart... Mo Hanting didn't say a word and looked dazed.

Si Ruo's crying became more excited and sad. Then he reached out, covered his heart, and fell to the ground with heavy breathing. His originally pale face turned red with a little stuffy flushing.

Mo Hanting came back to his senses, grabbed her arm, and asked with a gaze: "Si Ruo, what's wrong with you?"

Si Ruo tried his best to suppress the 'pain' expression on his face and said intermittently: "I... I may not deserve to use A Yan's heart, so... for three years, every time I feel so sad and... and emotionally excited, this heart will be cold and painful..." She gritted her teeth, looking hard and endured.

Mo Hanting looked at the position of her heart. It was... Si Yan's heart! Si Ruo held Mo Hanting's wrist with his back hand: "Han Ting, I... hurts so much..." Mo Hanting stood up and helped her up. In his low voice, there was an undepressing loneliness: "I'll take you to the hospital."

As the car drove away from the gate of Yanyuchunyuan, Mo Hanting turned his head and stared at the closed door.

The girl who looked similar to Si Yan and had a very cute face appeared in her mind again.

He held Si Ruo's arm's hand and tightened a little unconsciously.

What is the relationship between that child and Si Yan and Mu Jingxiu?

What happened in the past three years?

Where was Si Yan buried again?

Si Ruo felt the power on his wrist, and Yu Guang glanced at Mo Hanting, tilted his body and fainted on Mo Hanting's shoulder, attracting Mo Hanting's attention.

When the doctor was examining Si Ruo, Mo Hanting took her cell phone and called Chen Ze.

In just half an hour, Chen Ze appeared in front of him.

He sat on a chair in the hospital corridor. After several hours of recovery, his handsome face, who was originally pale, had already become a little bloody, but his voice was still filled with loss: "What happened in the past three years when I was not here?"

Chen Ze immediately replied: "Mr. Ting, in the company these three years..." Mo Hanting directly interrupted him, "I will talk about the company's affairs in the future. What I want to listen to now is related to Si Yan and Mu Jingxiu and others!"

Hearing Si Yan's name, Chen Ze hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss Si Yan passed away three years ago when she got off the operating table."

Mo Hanting frowned and clenched his fists: "Can you be sure that's her?

What tricks did Mu Jingxiu do to replace the person?

Did you see with your own eyes that Si Yan was pushed out from the operating room?"

Chen Ze was a little surprised when he saw Mo Hanting's anxious questioning.

Didn’t Mr. Ting always hate Miss Si?

Why does he look so urgent now that he doesn't want Miss Si to die at all?

But he didn't dare to lie, so he could only respond truthfully: "Mr. Ting, you can't live without a heart. After I settled you and Miss Si Ruo, I immediately followed the old man's instructions to participate in Miss Si's funeral handling. I saw Miss Si's body being carried into the crematorium with my own eyes. At that time, the location of her heart was in the face of surgery, and she had a lot of blood, dyeing her chinensis red..." Mo Hanting's hand on her knees was tightened a little unconsciously. On the originally flat and expensive trousers, there were a few wrinkles that were difficult to soothe, and her voice was inexplicably trembling: "Where is she... buried?"

"The Western Suburb Cemetery."

Mo Hanting turned his eyes and looked out through the window of the corridor not far away.

The dazzling sunlight came in from the window, making his eyes sting and red.

It seems that even if you verify it a hundred times or a thousand times, the result will be the same, and the woman is really dead.

But why... he just thought that woman could not die?

Is it something wrong with someone else, or... he has something wrong with him?

Thinking of the cute and extraordinary child who was cultivated by Mu Jing, Mo Hanting's voice became a little cold, "In Yanyu Chunyuan, there is a child who looks about three years old, who looks like Si Yan, do you know what's going on?"

Speaking of Yanyu Chunyuan, Chen Ze said helplessly: "I sent someone to follow Mr. Mu during the time when Miss Si just passed away, but Mr. Mu had never left the door for nearly a year. Later, because the old man knew that I was monitoring them, he ordered me to retreat, so... I found very few things about Yanyu Chunyuan."

Mo Hanting's deep and cold eyes showed deep doubts.

Don't leave the door for a year?

Is this possible?
Chapter completed!