Chapter 666: Death of Xia Jinrong (1)

Xia Jingshan didn't doubt that he was there, so he drank the warm water in one gulp.

Wushuang took the cup in his hand and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, her heart was hanging, but she didn't dare to send another message to ask Mu Jinchen.

Neither grandfather nor grandson spoke. Wushuang kept comforting himself by saying that it was just a rainy day and the weather looked a little scary. For his uncle to be such a calm person, it was okay, it was okay.

Just over ten or twenty minutes, to Wushuang, it felt like a century had passed.

When Mu Jinchen came into the room covered in water mist, Wushuang clearly saw the deep pain in his eyes. The husband and wife had always had a tacit understanding that needed no words. Wushuang had already guessed it. He widened his eyes and covered his mouth, saying nothing. Don't dare to ask.

Who is Xia Jingshan?

As a person who has been in the army for half his life, from the inexplicable uneasiness today, to Wu Shuang saying that Mu Jinchen is coming, to taking those pills, he has done a lot of psychological construction.

"Chen'er, tell me, grandpa can handle it."

Mu Jinchen slowly approached the grandfather and grandson, and slowly and silently squatted down in front of the old man. He held the old man's withered hands tightly with his hands, and his deep eyes could not stop the pain.

The old man in front of him was the same as him. He was one of the people who loved Wushuang the most, one of Wushuang's most respected elders, his grandfather's most proud subordinate, and his grandfather's best friend. It also contributed to his relationship with Wushuang. Yue Lao, who has a great marriage, how can he say such words as a white-headed man giving a black-headed man a gift?

Xia Jingshan raised his head slightly and gently closed his old eyes. The sad look in the eyes of this junior who was the calmest and best at concealing his emotions he had ever seen told him the answer.

If he was fine or seriously injured, he would definitely say some of the most stable words to reassure him. However, he didn't say anything, not even words of comfort, but it was enough to explain everything.

He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it. How could his son, who was so alive a few hours ago, just be gone?

"Chen'er, is your uncle okay? Tell grandpa, is your uncle okay? Is your uncle okay?"

Xia Jingshan used all his strength to hold Mu Jinchen's hand and asked Mu Jinchen again and again if his son was okay.

"Grandpa..."

Wushuang held back the pain and prevented her emotions from collapsing. She walked behind Xia Jingshan and helped him along his back again and again, trying to calm his breathing.

Feeling the overwhelming pain in the old man's heart, Mu Jinchen was also very sad, but he couldn't be deceived, and he couldn't be deceived either.

"Grandpa, my uncle's car was found at the foot of the hill in front of the airport. By the time the traffic police found him and sent him to the hospital, it was already too late."

With every word he said, Xia Jingshan's face became uglier, and when his body was about to soften, Mu Jinchen quickly held his shoulders.

Wushuang behind him shouted "Grandpa" and sped up the movements of his hands. He turned his face away slightly to prevent the tears that could not be stopped from falling on Xia Jingshan's back. He bit his lips tightly and did not dare to cry. He spoke out for fear of affecting Xia Jingshan's mood.

However, Xia Jingshan did not collapse on the spot. He didn't know whether those heart-saving pills worked, or he had been preparing for too long of psychological construction, or he simply refused to accept such a fact from the bottom of his heart.

Xia Jingshan closed his eyes and raised his head to prevent the tears that had overflowed to the corners of his eyes from falling, and asked tremblingly, "Where is he?"