402: C402 Let Me Take Care of It

C402 Let Me Take Care of It

When he called Pei Yihuan, Pei Yiyuv was buried, so he didn't answer the phone.

When he returned to Pei estate in the afternoon, he called again. Pei Yihuan picked up the phone and the voice came over. "President Pei, he said. Miss Zuo has passed away!"

Pei Yihuan's pupils suddenly contracted. He narrowed his eyes and the veins on his big hand that was holding the phone bulged. His voice was low. "Say it again?"

"President Pei, miss Zuo passed away. There was a car accident when she came out of the detention center at noon..."

Pei Yihuan's expression was stiff. His hand holding the phone paused in the air and did not move at all.

Mo Wan asked the maid to tidy up the living room. When she saw Pei Yihuan's strange behavior, she frowned and asked in surprise. "What's wrong?"

"Pei Yihuan did not say anything and remained silent.

She walked over and gently bumped into him. "What's wrong?"

After a long time, he said something from his throat, "Zuo Lan got into a car accident."

Mo Wan was stunned, "What did you say? Zuo Lan got into a car accident? Did she get sent to the hospital?"

Although her heart was filled with resentment towards Zuo Lan, but at this time...

"She's already dead." Pei Yihuan raised his eyes slightly and said.

The cup in his hand almost fell to the ground. Mo Wan's body trembled slightly. "Dead?"

She had never thought of Zuo Lan's ending. From beginning to end, from beginning to end!

"She is now in the hospital. I will make a trip there." Pei Yihuan said in a deep voice.

"I will go to the hospital with you. By the way, Fei'er is still in the academy. Bring her out later."

"En..." Pei Yihuan nodded. He said, "You and Yifeng will go to the academy to bring Fei'er out and then go to the hospital."

Mo Wan nodded. "Okay, I will go with Yifeng now."

After she finished speaking, she turned around to look for Yifeng, while Pei Yihuan brought Pei Yishuang to the hospital.

When she saw Zuo Fei'er, she found that Zuo Fei'er had become much thinner. She always lowered her head and did not speak.

Pei Yifeng held Zuo Fei'er with both hands.

After that, the two of them sat in the car and headed towards the hospital. Zuo Fei'er still did not speak, but her two small hands were tightly clenched.

On the way, Pei Yifeng seriously said word by word to Zuo Fei'er, "Fourth Uncle told you one thing, it is about your mommy."

Only then did Zuo Fei'er raise her head and look at Pei Yifeng.

"Your mommy got into a car accident, so... in the future..." Pei Yifeng's Adam's apple rolled and he squeezed out that sentence with great difficulty. "She can't be by your side anymore..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zuo Fei'er's tears flowed down like broken beads.

Silently, it flowed down like a spring and choked.

Pei Yifeng stretched out his hand and lightly patted Zuo Fei'er's back, "Fei'er be good, don't cry, Fei'er be good..."

Zuo Fei'er seemed to be using all the strength in her body to cry. The veins on her white forehead bulged and her white little hand was placed by her mouth. She fiercely bit with her sharp teeth.

Looking at Zuo Fei'er, Mo Wan's eyes turned sour. Just when the tears were about to fall, she slightly raised her head and blinked away the tears in her eyes.

Although she was very young, she was only five years old. But it wasn't that she didn't know everything. She knew clearly what it meant when she said that she wouldn't be able to stay by your side anymore.

When they reached the hospital, Pei Yihuan was standing beside the hospital bed. He took light steps and Mo Wan slowly walked over.

Zuo Lan was quietly lying on the hospital bed. Her face was thin and even her body was thin. The wide clothing of the mental hospital seemed to have covered her entire body.

Zuo Fei'er jumped down from Pei Yifeng's arms and rushed to the side of the hospital bed. Two white and tender hands hugged Zuo Lan's head tightly.

Tears flowed down her small face and fell onto Zuo Lan's calm face. Only at this moment did Zuo Fei'er cry out, "Mommy... Mommy..."

After crying, her two white and tender little hands She hurriedly wiped away the tears on Zuo Lan's face and her tender voice carried some caution, "Mommy, Fei'er will not make you angry anymore. Can you wake up?"

Zuo Fei'er hugged Zuo Lan's body and cried like a person in tears. Mommy, wake up! Wake up! ... Wake up... and then teach Fei'er how to draw..."

Turning around, Mo Wan's gaze looked out the window.

She could still remember the first time she saw Zuo Lan at the auction house in Maldives.

She was wearing a suit and spoke in pure English. In front of everyone, she was so confident that her entire body seemed to be glowing.

Especially when she introduced those works, she attracted everyone's attention. So talented, so beautiful.

But now...

"Mommy, get up and teach Fei'er how to draw. Teach Fei'er how to ride a horse. Teach Fei'er how to drive a car. Mommy..."

Zuo Fei'er's eyes were red and swollen from crying. Even her young and tender voice sounded unusually hoarse. It was even to the extent that she could not make a sound.

She hugged Zuo Lan's body and kept crying. She kept crying until she fainted in the end.

Pei Yifeng held Zuo Fei'er in his arms. He could not describe the feeling in his heart. "Second Brother, what should we do now?"

"Take her back first. She will be buried three days later." Pei Yihuan said slowly.

He did not stay in the hospital for long. He took Zuo Lan back to Pei estate and started to prepare for the funeral.

These few days, Pei estate was very busy. First it was Pei Yiyuv, then it was Zuo Lan. People from Pei estate came and left, and then came and went. There was an endless stream of people coming and going.

Zuo Lan did not have any relatives. In addition to the influence of the matter during this period of time, even the people from the company did not come.

The people who came were the employees who had received favors from the company and had the best relationship. Pei Yihuan was obviously angry and immediately called the CEO of Zuo's.

In just a moment, the president of Zuo's brought all the employees over. He bowed and apologized, and also brought a lot of wreaths.

Pei Yihuan's expression was still cold. The CEO of the Zuo's did not even dare to say a word. Immediately after, the fans who liked Zuo Lan's painting stayed outside the Pei estate.

Perhaps Zuo Lan really did change after that, but they liked Zuo Lan who was just like before, the brilliant Zuo Lan.

After that, many people rushed over from America, and Zuo Fei'er stayed there crying, like an abandoned child.

Three days later, Zuo Lan was buried.

Zuo Fei'er basically cried for three days and three nights and did not even eat much.

The moment she was buried, Zuo Fei'er's small body hugged the coffin and refused to let go. She even grabbed the arm of the person who was carrying the coffin.

If Mommy put it in... she would not be able to see it... She would never be able to see it again...

She was like an injured little beast. No one could let Zuo Lan in. Otherwise, she would fight with her life on the line!

No one could stop her small body from kicking and grabbing. In the end, it was Pei Yifeng who forcefully picked Zuo Fei'er up.2

"Mommy! Mommy! I want Mommy!" Zuo Fei'er's body fluttered as she cried exceptionally intensely.

The moment the coffin was placed in, Zuo Fei'er's tender and tender voice screamed sharply, piercing everyone's eardrums. "No! No! No!"

Mo Wan could not bear to see Fei'er's reaction at this time. She turned her face and tears also slowly flowed down.

Ever since they were young, Zuo Lan had raised her for five years. They spent five years together day and night. Every little thing, Zuo Lan was already the most important person in her life!

Without Zuo Lan, she felt like she had nothing. No one wanted her and no one wanted her. She had no mommy.

It was the same feeling as when her father died. It was better to die than live. She only wanted to die in the past!

She was still so young, only five years old! How could she bear it?

It was afternoon when they returned to Pei estate. Sitting on the sofa, Mo Wan slowly opened her mouth and asked a very realistic question. "What will Fei'er do in the future?"

Pei Yihuan's eyes moved slightly and his thin lips tightly pursed into a straight line. He did not say anything.

"This question is very realistic. I have to face it. Fei'er is only five years old now. Without Zuo Lan, she will have nothing." Mo Wan took a deep breath.

Zuo Fei'er had already cried until she fainted again. In three days, she fainted twice.

Pei Yifeng and Pei Yijing sat across from each other without saying anything, but this question was indeed very important now.

"Otherwise... why don't we adopt Fei'er..." Mo Wan looked at Pei Yihuan.

He also looked down on Fei'er when she grew up. She understood that in his heart, Fei'er had always been his daughter. Now that Fei'er was like this, he also did not feel good!

His eyes were shrouded in a layer of deep fog. After a long time, he slowly said: "According to Fei'er's character, she is not suitable to be with Erxuan and Hao Tian."

There had been such an example in the past and Fei'er's character was also known. If she was with Erxuan and Hao Tian, there might be many contradictions.

The child was still young, and his thoughts were too stubborn. She was afraid that these factors would accumulate in her heart, and when she grew up, it would be another generation of contradictions.

It would become contradictions between children, and all of these contradictions would have to stop until now, and could not continue.

Mo Wan did not say anything else. After a long time, Pei Yihuan said from his throat, "Where are her biological parents now?"

"Isn't this a little inappropriate? Will it hurt Fei'er a lot? She will feel that everyone has abandoned her..." Mo Wan frowned and was a little worried.

Pei Yifeng, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth. "Second Brother, second Sister-in-law, I will take care of Fei'er in the future. Just take her under my name. I'll be her daddy from now on... "

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