The CEO's ex-wife

Chapter 615 Regret hospital, people come and go without a sound.

Han Zhizhong walked back with a doctor talking and laughing, and when he returned to his ward, he said to the bodyguard outside the room: "You guys stay on guard outside. I'll ask this doctor to take my pulse..."

"Yes!" The bodyguard glanced at the doctor wearing a mask, then closed the door and walked out, closing the door lightly.

Han Zhizhong stood beside the hospital bed, turned his head coldly, looked at the man in white in front of him, resumed his domineering attitude, and said coldly: "Tell me... who are you? Why did you come to mention Wenjia to me?" about?"

The white-clothed man in front of him stared coldly at the elderly man. Although his face had a clear throat, it was still flushed, and his spirit was like that of a mature man. His evil eyes were shining, and he took off his mask coldly.

Han Zhizhong looked at the person in front of him and frowned, as if he had known him before, but he couldn't remember who he was for a while, but even if he was a stranger, seeing this man, his heart suddenly trembled.

Zhuo Bojun looked at Han Zhizhong coldly, smiled slightly, stretched out his hand in his pocket, took out a set of photos, threw them on the snow-white bed, and said, "Look for yourself..."

Han Zhizhong first glanced at the man defensively, then slowly turned around, picked up the group of photos, as if he just glanced casually, and looked at a pure and beautiful girl in the photo, wearing a snow-white kimono , with a big belly, stood under the cherry blossom tree, looked at the camera and smiled slightly, the soul that seemed to be drifting away like hell, smashed hard in front of her.

Han Zhizhong looked at the girl in the photo in surprise, his eyes were rosy, as if he had returned to decades ago, his eyes revealed sadness and desolation, he took a deep breath, and flipped through the next photo, the woman in the photo He has already given birth to a child, holding a one-year-old doll, and facing the camera in a difficult life, he still smiles patiently. His heart seems to have been hit hard, and he flips through the photos one by one until he sees Eight or nine years after Wen Jia gave birth to a child, the photo of him sitting under a cherry blossom tree with the boy in his arms...

He was shocked and raised his head to look at Zhuo Baijun's appearance. He looked exactly like the little boy. His eyes turned red, and then he realized that the outline of this man was somewhat similar to Wen Jia's. His leopard-like sharp eyes reflect an even more extraordinary demeanor...

"You... who are you?" Han Zhizhong was puzzled, but he still looked at Zhuo Baijun nervously and asked.

Zhuo Bojun looked at this man coldly, as if looking at a disgusted stranger, but slowly, he smiled... "Once upon a time, many years ago, a woman, with a selfish man, ruined everything. her whole life, including her tea business..."

Han Zhizhong looked at Zhuo Baijun quietly!

Zhuo Baijun continued to look at Han Zhizhong coldly, and said, "Then this man was with this woman's best sister. In the end, this woman was pregnant and wronged herself. She left this man and went to Japan!"

Han Zhizhong's face twitched slightly, and his resolute and old eyes stared at the child, with a trace of rosiness.

Zhuo Bojun calmly took the photo in Han Zhizhong's hand, seeing his mother smiling so happily, he suddenly smiled too, and said with a sob: "Later, this woman gave birth to a boy and gave him a name called Bo Jun... From then on, the two mother and son depended on each other for life. In summer, they went out to sea with the boat, carried a huge ice fish, knelt in front of everyone, and used a sharp knife to cut a knife on the live fish. I heard that she Once spoiled and pampered, kind as a little rabbit, never killed..."

Han Zhizhong continued to remain silent, listening quietly.

"In winter, wearing thin clothes, holding the child's hand, and looking for work in hot springs, one after another, is actually looking for a warm place for her poor child..." Zhuo Baijun's eyes were red, and he choked up explain.

Han Zhizhong clenched his fists tightly, his eyes glistening with tears.

"At that time, the mother and son would hug each other tightly in the dead of night, and the mother would tell the child, Bo Jun, we will be happy, we must grit our teeth and live well..." Zhuo Bai Jun walked to the window sill of the room and looked at many children who were so intimate, happily holding seven-color balls, and all of them were so innocent. He continued to say with a wry smile: "At this time, that child, She always believes in her mother especially, she believes that with her mother, she will be happy, despite the hunger and cold, but at least they are together, happily counting the stars, when it snows, she takes the child, Build the biggest snowman to give that poor child a little happiness... But she didn't know that the boy was always happy because he could be with his mother... until one day, because of her beautiful appearance, she was surrounded by several men. One night, I dragged out a dark room, tore off her clothes, separated her legs, and pressed them one by one on her body. She cried bitterly in that room, and she yelled: Bo Jun, don’t come here!! Don’t come over!!"

Han Zhizhong's face twitched for a moment. Hearing this, he was as silent as ashes, clenched his fists, lowered his head to let the tears roll down with regret and pain, and his body began to tremble violently, with deep sorrow. And exuded pain.

"Hahahahaha..." Zhuo Bojun began to laugh in pain, tears rolled down, and cried regretfully, saying: "I didn't pass because I was afraid, I shrank in a dark corner, I was afraid I'm scared————————————————————————————————————————————————— that my mother screamed there, but I didn't go there. Meteors appeared to save my poor mother..."

Han Zhizhong's body began to twitch violently, and he pressed his hands tightly to the position of his heart, remembering Wen Jia standing in the tea, smiling as pure as a lotus, tears streaming down in pain...

"But what about my father? Where did he go? He is living happily with a woman and has three children!! Live so happily!! Sharing family every day!! But what about my mother? I My mother died on the bodies of several men!! She even told me when she died, don’t blame Dad!! Why? Why do kind people have to suffer misfortune!! Why are you cruel and ruthless people , but live so happily and luxuriously!!" Zhuo Baijun cried angrily.

Han Zhizhong suddenly felt a splitting pain in his heart, and tears continued to roll down regretfully, unable to explain a word.

"It's all about you!! It's all about you who killed my mother——she could have lived so happily in the sun, it was all because of you——" Zhuo Baijun suddenly drew out his pistol and pointed it at his own. Father, look closely at my father who is crying in pain, his old body makes him even more rickety, his heart suddenly sores, but he can't help crying again: "It's all you!!! I I want to kill you!! I want to kill you and avenge my mother——if it wasn’t for you, she wouldn’t have died, she wouldn’t have died so badly—— died so bleakly!! I want Kill you, and sacrifice my mother's immortal soul in the sky——"

Han Zhizhong raised his head in pain and sorrow, looked at the child in front of him silently, his face was twitching in pain, his eyes were full of desolation, sadness, and anger, and then he wept sadly, and then moved forward step by step. When he came to Zhuo Bojun, he looked at the grown-up child with a bit of reluctance, and bent his knees abruptly, with a bang, his knees fell to the ground, his head came down, and finally he burst into low-pitched tears. I burst into tears, thinking of the innocent Wen Jia who used to be, and wept from the bottom of my heart, with tears running across my old face, and I cried with no desire to survive: "You kill me! You just kill me!" Let me go, I will accompany her, I will accompany her well, I will redeem... It was my fault, everything was my fault, it was my impulse back then that killed several women, including your mother ...You kill me, I don't want to live anymore, I will go with her, you shoot! Kill me! Kill me, the sinner!!"

"You are a sinner——" Zhuo Bojun wept bitterly, pointed a gun at the top of his father's head, with bulging veins, pulled the trigger, and shouted angrily: "You are a sinner——you killed him My mother!! You are a sinner!! Even if you have ten lives, you can’t offset my mother’s hatred——”

"You kill me! My poor child, I made you suffer! You kill me! Kill me and avenge your mother!!" Han Zhizhong cried, "It's all my fault—— -"

Zhuo Bojun looked at his remorseful confession, and wanted to pull the trigger even more angrily! ! !

With a bang, the door was pushed open, and Zhuang Yueming, who had already woken up, walked in pale and weeping with the support of Lan Ying, crying, "It's none of his business! Everything is my fault If you want to kill, kill me!"

Zhuo Bojun held a pistol in shock, pointed at Zhuang Yueming, Lan Ying, Han Wenyu Wenjie, Xia Xue behind him, they all looked at him calmly, he stepped back step by step, and called excitedly: "Come in!" What are you doing? What are you all doing here? I expected today!! I want this person to be buried with my mother!! I will go with my mother too!!"

Zhuang Yueming prevented the children from coming in, and just woke up, her internal organs were all broken into a ball, but still in her husband's shocked eyes, she came to her husband, knelt down in front of Zhuo Baijun, and cried, "You want to Kill, kill me! Everything is my fault, I can’t blame your father! Back then they fell in love, there was a misunderstanding, I shouldn’t have been involved in it, and then got pregnant and it was out of control! But you misunderstood your father , he has always loved your mother from the past until now, it is me... I begged your mother, because I want to take care of my own children... It is all my fault!! You kill me You killed me, I will accompany Wen Jia!! I will die!! Don’t hurt innocent people. The matter of Wen Jia is as painful to us as you are! We love her too, we I love her so much! It’s all my fault that she died with hatred, you kill me! I’ll atone for my sins!! You spared my husband, he’s been tortured by me for decades... Forced to be with a woman I don't love, for decades...you kill me...I beg you...kill me..."

"Don't think I dare!! Both of you are going to die!!" Zhuo Baijun roared angrily again! !

A cold voice came... "If the two of them deserve to die, then there is one more person who should die too..."

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