Sadomasochism of a wealthy family: the CEO's favorite

"I remember that in the past, there was a longevity lock at home, and I brought it to Yinran."

Mr. Jin Hao turned his head and said to the housekeeper.

Shen Yumo clearly saw a flash of surprise in the housekeeper's eyes, then turned and left the room.

"Grandpa Jin, I don't need to bring these things, it's too cumbersome."

Shen Yinran wrinkled her little nose, and said with some embarrassment

"I'm an adult now, not a child anymore."

This sentence made old Mr. Jin Hao laugh, and even Shen Yumo felt that his son had some strange ideas.

"Longevity locks are regardless of age. After all, this thing was given to the Buddhist family before, and at least it will have a little protective effect. You should take it as my intention!"

Sighing, Mr. Jin Hao's face was full of loss and helplessness.

Shen Yumo's eyes flickered, and he didn't say much, but gently pulled Shen Yinran's hand.

The mother and son looked at each other, and then Shen Yinran nodded, but her expression was reluctant.

The butler was very fast, and appeared in front of everyone in just a few minutes.

"It's not a rare thing? You can play with it."

Hearing Mr. Jin Hao say this in a calm and breezy tone, even the butler couldn't help but twitched, the corners of his mouth.

Many things can be seen in the details, but Shen Yumo and Shen Yinran are the kind of people who pay attention to details?

So at a glance, it is almost clear that this thing is definitely not what Mr. Jin Hao said, just a random long-lived lock.

It is as clear as jade, the edges and corners are extraordinarily smooth, and the patina is also very thick.

"This is too expensive."

A layman like Shen Yumo can understand that this is definitely made by people playing with it every day.

Frowning, looking at the old Mr. Jin Hao opposite him, Shen Yumo found that his complexion was even uglier.

Before Shen Yumo could say anything else, his cell phone rang.

Apologetically glanced at the direction of Mr. Jin Hao, Shen Yumo hurriedly picked up the phone and walked out the door?

"Grandpa Jin, is Mom really your daughter?"

Shen Yinran, propping up her small chin, looked seriously at the old man opposite her. This appearance reminded Mr. Jin Hao of Zou Shihao.

"You really look exactly like your father."

Instead of directly responding to Shen Yinran's words, Mr. Jin Hao said with a very indifferent smile.

Originally, Shen Yumo was going to ask some more questions, but the voice of the person on the other side of the phone was extremely impatient, which made Shen Yumo's heart rise to his throat.

"Zou Shihao had an accident, you should come back quickly."

Toronto's irritable tone made Shen Yumo flustered all the time.

"Be right back."

Before Shen Yumo could speak, Toronto hung up the phone directly, as if he was facing some extremely urgent matter.

At any rate, with such an excuse, Shen Yumo did not stay in the Jin's house for too long, and brought Shen Yinran back home in a hurry.

The empty room surprised both of them.

"It's getting worse."

Frowning, looking at Shen Yumo opposite him, Toronto felt that he could save many years of life for this family.

"I don't know why the tumor that has been removed has recurred again. The situation is more serious now."

Both hands kept beating on the table, and the sound of dang dang dang dang made Shen Yumo's heart jump up.

"How could this be?"

Shen Yumo asked in a daze, this is a question that he could never have imagined anyway.

It turns out that everything has already been decided?

God, why can't you give us a way out?

Covering his face tightly with his hands, Shen Yumo struggled to ensure his stability.

"No, this matter must be let her know."

Standing up suddenly, Shen Yumo was about to walk upstairs.

Just when he reached the handrail of the stairs, Toronto saw him come back strong again.

"Don't say anything, let me think about it."

Sitting on the sofa, with his hands folded, Shen Yumo's face matched his posture, which reminded Toronto of the Guanyin Bodhisattva in mythology.

Indifferent, kind and extraordinarily sentimental.

The combination of these contradictory volumes made Shen Yumo such a person.

"As a family member of the patient, you are the most qualified to decide the direction of this matter. I don't know if he can bear it again?"

Toronto hesitated, then spoke.

Hearing these words suddenly, Shen Yumo trembled uncontrollably all over.

He opened his mouth, and for nearly 5 minutes, Shen Yumo couldn't utter a single word.

"If there is another operation, what is the success rate?"

As if the voice was squeezed out from somewhere, it was hoarse and dry, and the listener had goose bumps all over his body.

There was a burst of silence in the room, only the wall clock hanging on the wall was left ticking.

"Less than thirty percent."

After hearing the correct answer, Shen Yumo leaned back on the sofa behind him as if his spine had been ripped out, unable to move at all.

"How did this happen? Didn't you say you could cure him? Didn't you say you could control it?"

Shen Yumo stared blankly at the lights above his head, muttering to himself, but what he said made Toronto feel as if someone had slapped him resoundingly.

"When you were taken away, his emotions fluctuated greatly. In addition, there was a problem during the operation. It was not obvious at the time, but now it turns out that the problem is quite serious."

After hesitating for nearly 2 minutes, Toronto finally told Shen Yumo all the ins and outs.

This was the last sentence, and it was indeed very Shen Yumo's eyes widened suddenly.

"Accident you say?"

After slamming each word, Shen Yumo's expression was a little fierce, and he shuddered suddenly when he saw Toronto.

"To be precise, it should have been an accident. During my operation, someone attacked Kojima, and a piece of shrapnel was wiped along her brain. I don't know what the result will be."

After a pause, Toronto smoker Shen Yumo was about to go crazy, so he hurriedly continued to say what he regretted.

"It was only found to be a tumor. To know whether it is a benign tumor or a malignant tumor, we have to wait for the test results."

After receiving these words, Shen Yumo's heart seemed to be opened suddenly.

The sense of sight of the roller coaster made Shen Yumo's heart fluctuate, making him restless up and down.

"If it's a benign tumor, treat it conservatively. His body should last for a while. After all, he just had a craniotomy recently. He really can't stand another turmoil."

No matter how good the physique is, it doesn't make sense. In just a few years, there have been several craniotomies in a row.

Shen Yumo understood in her heart, but she was still resentful after all.

"Okay, this matter ends here, you get the latest report as soon as possible, and then tell me."

Taking a deep breath, Shen Yumo stood up directly and walked towards the kitchen.

Shen Yinran wants to eat the little cake he made, so he has to make a cake for him.

It's just that the dazed look fell into Toronto's eyes, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.