1565: C1565 He Didn't Want Him to Die

C1565 He Didn't Want Him to Die

When Mu Zhiyuan saw his sister's face full of tears, he was also shocked and asked, "Chuchen, where do you feel uncomfortable? Tell brother that I will help you find a doctor right away."

"I am dreaming, a nightmare."

Chuchen said softly.

Ye Junhao frowned and said, "You haven't dreamt for a long time. Why are you dreaming again? A nightmare? Chuchen, you will be fine. Don't be affected by your dream. "

He thought that Chuchen had passed away in despair after dreaming that she had cancer.

"It's not that dream."

Chuchen waited for Ye Junhao to wipe away the tears on her face before speaking of the dream.

She said, "I dreamed that my father died. Although my father married Su Shu, he was biased when he made Mu Xiaohuan acknowledge her ancestors. After all, he loved me. When my mother was still alive, my father treated me as his beloved daughter. If he died... I would be so sad! "

No matter how much he blamed his father, he didn't want him to die.

Now, his father had changed a lot.

He was no longer as biased as before.

Mu Zhiyuan comforted his sister, "Chuchen, I heard that one person dreamt that another person died. He was helping luck. Don't tell that person that she died in the dream. That would not be good for her. It's not that whoever died in a dream would definitely die. "

" I've also dreamt of him dying before. He's still alive and well, isn't he? He can even give birth to a son who's twenty years younger than me and compete with me for the family property. "

Ye Junhao also said, "It's just a dream. Don't take it to heart. Your father is fine."

After the couple came to the capital, father-in-law often called to ask about Chuchen's condition. Compared to last year when Chuchen had an accident to save Mu, father-in-law was already doing well.

Chuchen also knew that it was a dream.

When she thought of her previous life when she died, her father was still alive and well. Chuchen treated that dream as a real dream and no longer as a warning.

Jun Hao said that her father was very cunning. How could he be killed so easily?

On the contrary, Su Shu had to be careful.

"It's Saturday today, right?"

Chuchen changed the topic.

"Mu doesn't need to go to kindergarten." Chuchen looked at Ye Junhao.

Jun Hao smiled and took out his phone. He used his phone to call his father, and then put the phone beside Chuchen's ear to make it convenient for her to talk to her son.

He also added softly, "Mu talked to me in a video call last night. Today, Dad will take them to the horse farm for a vacation. Don't let Mu know. Otherwise, it will affect his mood to go on vacation."

Chuchen hummed and quietly waited for her father-in-law to answer the phone.

After a long while, Jun Hai finally answered the phone.

"Jun Hao, is this the first time..."

Jun Hai asked nervously.

His son had called him so early in the morning. Jun Hai was afraid that it would be bad news.

Chuchen just had an incision surgery yesterday.

"Dad, it's me."1

Chuchen was touched by the nervousness in her father-in-law's words.

Her father-in-law was a very clear person. No matter how much she sought death in the past, her father-in-law would not hate her like her mother-in-law, wanting to torture her.

"Chuchen, are you alright?"

Jun Hai asked concernedly.

"Dad, I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm really sorry for waking you up so early. I thought you were going out to play today and would wake up early."

However, it was only six o'clock in the morning, so it was still early.

"It's fine. Dad is also awake. Do you want Mu to listen to you on the phone?"

Jun Hai guessed that his daughter-in-law had called early in the morning to talk to his grandson.

Chuchen smiled and asked, "Is Mu and the triplets awake?"

"The triplets woke up at four o'clock in the morning and drank milk before continuing to sleep. They will only wake up at eight o'clock."

"Mu hasn't..."

The triplets nodded. "Grandpa."

Jun Hai was about to say that Mu was still in Meng Zhou Gong when he heard Mu calling him grandpa.

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