Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

He Yuncheng was stunned for a moment, took down the phone, saw the name on the caller, made an embarrassing expression to his brother, He Yunting glanced at the screen from the corner of his eye, and his expressionless face was instantly covered with a layer of ice.

He bit his head, put the phone to his ear again, and greeted the other party in a lukewarm manner, Auntie, it's so late, you haven't slept yet?

I saw the TV. Is the person who asked for blood your eldest brother? Did something happen to Xiaoyu?

Uh... Auntie, it's Xiaoyu. There was an exclamation from the phone, followed by a low sob.

Auntie, don't do this, Xiaoyu is fine, there is no problem.

Then I'll come and see him. Anyway, I took him with me when he was a child, and he must recognize me.

Don't, Auntie, you know my brother's temper. Don't let my dad and grandma know about this, please.

After hanging up the phone, the group had already walked to the door of the intensive care unit.

Brother, how do you deal with the family affairs?

He Yunting frowned, and his voice was low, People in the villa, except the housekeeper, don't kill them, throw them back to the old house!

Hearing this, Song Bai and He Yuncheng looked at each other and both shivered.

Also, about Xiaoyu, the news is completely blocked. I don't want to see any reports.

Yes! Song Bai hurriedly stepped back.

After Song Bai left, there were only two brothers He Yunting left in the silent corridor. The busy night finally returned to peace.

He Yunting's nerves were tense for a day. At this time, he could finally relax a little. He was tired and pulled on his tie, walked to the rest chair outside the door of the intensive care unit, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest. Suddenly there was ice on his right face, his eyes suddenly opened, and there was a faint flash of fire in his eyes.

Seeing that his brother was awake, He Yuncheng quickly explained, for fear that his brother would get violent and beat him up, Brother, I'm doing it for your own good, tomorrow morning, the board of directors of the company, you can't go with a swollen face.

He Yunting's eyes darkened, he took the ice pack, but did not speak.

The rest chairs were five in a row. He Yunting sat on the far left, He Yuncheng didn't dare to disturb his brother, and consciously sat on the far right.

He thought that his brother would reject this ice pack, but the result was better than he expected, so this gossip soul, who was not afraid of death, burned again.

He glanced at his brother from the corner of his eye, and saw that his face was the same, as if he was not unhappy. I don't seem to be sick tonight.

He Yunting applied his face well, when he suddenly heard this sentence, his whole body froze, and his face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The surrounding temperature dropped below freezing in an instant.

Everything that happened at night flashed before his eyes like a movie.

That white-haired, red-scarred, spooky, scantily-clad, half-male boy!

And the extremely insulting 5 yuan piece, all of which made He Yunting feel stuffy in his chest and hated him to the core, so he wanted to grab someone immediately, hang him up and beat him!

The ice pack in his hand was squeezing so hard that he made a rattling sound. He Yunting, whose face was frosty, looked at his brother coldly and asked him through gritted teeth, What do you want to ask?

He Yuncheng: ...

Damn, my brother is so scary. Did he die today? Fortunately, he didn't ask directly, 'Brother, who hit you in the face? When I first saw you, there were still finger prints on it. . ’

Fortunately, he was smart again.

He Yuncheng swallowed his saliva with difficulty, he had to finish his own death with tears in his eyes!

That is...that is, you are not sick, yes, it is a good phenomenon, Zhao, Zhao Yi said, this may be an antibody.

There is one more~