Good men don't marry wealthy families

Today's young people don't like to make phone calls. Since Yi Duoyan has an indescribable relationship with Pei Jizhou, he has to pay a few dollars more for phone calls every month.

Yi Duoyan deliberately changed to WeChat, but Pei Jizhou still didn't notice. He should make phone calls, send text messages, and act like an old man.

When a string of eight-digit Arabic numerals lit up on the screen, Yi Duoyan thought it was Pei Jizhou, and connected without thinking.

"Hello, the Inpatient Department of the Eighth People's Hospital."

"What?" Yi Duoyan jumped up in front of colleagues coming and going in the company.

There was an emotionless tone on the other end: "Is Yi Yong your father?"

Yi Duoyan's heart was ringing with alarm bells: "Yes, what happened to my dad?"

There was commotion in the background, brisk walking, the dullness of the saline bag bumping, and the tone of the man who spoke was still lukewarm: "He is hospitalized, internal medicine."

Yi Duoyan hung up the phone with a click, and Yi Duoyan was terrified.The driver was playing with his mobile phone in the garage. He knocked on the car window, causing the phone to fall off the brakes. After seeing who it was, he hurriedly unlocked the car door: "Why did you get down?"

"Eighth Hospital, Eighth People's Hospital, hurry up!" Yi Duoyan scrambled to get into the car, and a gust of cold air wrapped him around him.He doesn't have a mother anymore, is he going to lose his father again?

The driver watched his words and expressions, and dared not say a word. He drove fast all the way, with super flexible insertion, and did not embarrass the word "driver".

Yi Yong'an was lying peacefully in the ward between the two, with a ruddy complexion and a round of fat.The other bed was fully covered, and there was a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes standing between the two beds. The word "lawyer" was shortly engraved on his forehead.

The elevator in the inpatient department was slow and crowded, so Yi Duoyan gave up and climbed from the fire exit to the seventh floor in one go, and this was what he saw.

The rosiness on Yi Yong's face was healthier than his, and Yi Duoyan suddenly felt that his sincerity had been fed to the dog, and leaned against the door frame to catch his breath.

The two were discussing something when they were suddenly interrupted and looked at him together.

The lawyer straightened up, looking nerdy, and said, "This is the young master, right?"

Yi Duoyan glanced back and forth at the two of them bluntly: "I thought you were critically ill and almost went to the ICU to inquire!"

"You cursed me to death!" Yi Yong suddenly became angry, and was pushed back on the bed by the lawyer, pointing at him angrily, "Look! Look! This is my good son! I wish I could die all day long!"

Yi Duoyan caught a glimpse of the paper on the bedside, which was diabetes, so there should be nothing wrong with this lively appearance.He rolled his eyes, "Why did you ask the nurse to trick me here? I'll go back to work if I'm fine."

"What's your job called? What's that fancy talk? How much money can you make? If you don't do serious work, you'll feel great if you earn a little money!" Yi Yong scolded.

Yi Duoyan turned his head and left, but Yi Yong suddenly yelled: "Get back!"

In the inpatient department, there are only small and busy sounds, and the wide-open ward door has no privacy at all. Everyone who comes and goes can hear it.

Yi Duoyan had a thin skin at this moment, stomped his feet, turned back, closed the door heavily, and showed his cards: "You have something to say, I'll listen."

Yi Yong has regained some face, although this son is still not pleasing to the eye, after thinking about it, the two sons are not pleasing to the eye, this is still acceptable.He pretended to cough, and winked at the lawyer: "I made a will not long ago, and I kept it from your aunt, so don't tell anyone. The company belongs to your brother and aunt, and you and your brother will have the deposit and jewelry." Share it equally, and the real estate belongs to you. I will transfer the ownership of the house to you first, and the company will let your brother take over first, and you sign it."

The more he talked, the more complacent he became, as if he could simply restore his son.No wonder he has been fighting against him all these years. It turns out that he didn't give enough money. The big deal is to make up all the shares from small to large. This is dozens of times, how can you be dissatisfied?

The lawyer has to take out a document in due course and hand it over.

This method of division is equivalent to dividing the family's assets into two, and Yi Duoyan directly divides half of them.He pushed his hand in a vain manner, but did not answer it. He pinched the rope on the hood of the sweater and asked abruptly, "Where is my sister? Where are your three children?"

Yi Yong didn't care: "Hi, a girl."

Yi Duoyan's eyes were sharp, "How about this, you divide your fixed assets and working capital into three equal shares, and Xiao Min's side also has one, and I will sign this right away."

Yi Yong got angry again: "If you like to sign or not, don't want anything if you don't want it! Don't turn around and say that I treated you harshly!"

"I didn't say you were treating me harshly, did you? Don't keep imagining that there is nothing wrong with you." Yi Duoyan pursed his mouth and put his hands in his pockets.He has been wearing this sweater for several years, and he has also grown ten centimeters taller in recent years. The sweater is obviously smaller, and his movements make him look like a child, "I don't want money or a house. People should be invisible. Besides, don’t I still have a house? The market price is not very high, and the government has long wanted to buy it. Once this is sold, it will be more than what you left me.”

He ignored Yi Yong's bluish and pale face, said that he didn't want it, and he didn't want to be arrogant for a while, so he turned around and left without talking nonsense.

The profile at that moment was especially like that woman, the eyes of the two vaguely overlapped, turning back time.It was the first time Yi Yong missed that woman in the past many years, not because he was born ruthless, but because he always felt that the dead are dead, and it is far less important than coaxing the living.It's just that he didn't expect that the living would do everything possible to plot against him.

He hurriedly yelled: "Don't let your aunt know that the house is yours! If you know, you won't get a penny!"

Yi Duoyan went straight to the parking lot. The driver saw him collapsed and asked, "What? Are you all right?"

Yi Duoyan shook his head, and said weakly, "Go to Longshan."

It took an hour and a half to drive from the urban area to Longshan Cemetery.During the process, no one talked too much, the driver quietly observed, and Yi Duoyan's face gradually returned to normal, so he no longer took it to heart.

When they arrived at the place, Yi Duoyan bought a pot of chrysanthemums at the foot of the mountain. Seeing that the driver did not follow, he asked, "Aren't you going up?"

The driver waved his hand: "No, Mr. Pei told you not to be so careful."

Yi Yong bought a pair of tombs, at the beginning he said they would share the same cave after death, and when he remarried later, he probably wanted to share the same cave with his new wife, but Yi Duoyan thought that this would just be reserved for him.

The black-and-white photos have been in the wind and rain for many years, and they are a little blurry, with some faint shadows left, which reminds people that she must have been a great beauty in her lifetime.

Yi Duoyan shyly put down the chrysanthemums: "Mom, I bought you flowers for the first time, but I didn't bring any fruit. The ones at the bottom of the mountain were stale, and I lost my appetite. I said I'd sell your house, Don't give me your dream, I really don't want it. It's hard to live in such an empty house without you. "

He squatted halfway, resting his cheeks on his hands, and pouted his mouth: "I have found someone now. If he asks me to die with him in the same acupuncture point, I will agree. Don't be angry. It's a big deal to move a piece later." Son. I really didn't expect to like him."

He grabbed the chrysanthemum petals, which was very annoying, and they scattered all over the ground in a moment, and the nails were also stained yellow: "I didn't expect him to like me, how could it be possible? But he admitted it, so I pretended to be confused, I don't know How long can he pretend, he will definitely find out, that is... as expected, no one is perfect, and even among straight men, they are considered weird."

When the driver saw Yi Duoyan again, he found that his face was also full of life, and the autumn was warm, and he couldn't help showing the relief of his old father.

Yi Duoyan asked him to drive to the university town, parked the car at a place, and went to buy some food by himself, carrying a greasy plastic bag, which smelled all over the car.

When he got out of the car and walked away, the driver immediately opened the windows and opened the trunk to dissipate the smell, and finally the smell dissipated, and when he closed the door and got in the car, there was still a faint smell.The driver was like a police dog, sniffing around depressedly, and finally determined that the pure cowhide interior decoration had inhaled the smell.

Yi Duoyan didn't have the consciousness of being the source of the peculiar smell at all. The front desk knew him and dared not stop him. He was happy that no one would squeeze the elevator with him, and he went all the way to the office unimpeded, and knocked on the door politely.

Pei Jizhou asked politely, "Who?"

Yi didn't answer much, ready to surprise him.

The front desk relied on betraying him to please him, and made an internal phone call early in the morning to report the news.

There was no response, Pei Jizhou guessed it was him, and happily opened the door, Yi Duoyan's hand that was knocking hard on the door knocked impartially on his chest.He doesn't know if his chest hurts or not, anyway, his knuckles hurt a lot, so he can know that his chest is strong enough.

"I haven't eaten it yet. I went to the university to buy it." Yi Duoyan raised his hand, walked straight in, and turned his head with a happy smile, "Braised pork rice with duck legs, and a leek box."

The peculiar smell comes from the unique leek box in the food court of the university town. Who told him that he can eat too much? Every time he eats braised pork rice with Lu Feifei, he buys extra rice from the boss and adds a duck leg. White rice, and two palm-sized leek boxes before giving up.

He can make himself poor by eating everyday, and all the self-service bosses near the school know him.Lu Feifan once thought that Yi Duoyan would become a big eater in the end, anyway, with his beauty, he won't worry about fans.

This is the second lunch delivery, and it smells very weird, not like a good thing, but Pei Jizhou is happy in his heart.Le Guile, he also asked: "Will you all come to have lunch with me in the future?"

Yi Duoyan's hand holding the duck's leg stopped in mid-air, the huge braised duck leg was almost as big as his face, with a strange expression on his face: "You are crazy, I think you think it's best for me to circle around you , don’t do anything all day long, just send a meal at noon every day and have a blast, and then send you out in the morning, and wait for you to go home in the evening to continue working.”

That is naturally the best. Of course Pei Jizhou would not be so stupid as to say what was in his heart, and said politely: "I support your cause."

The words are good words, why do they sound so awkward.Yi Duoyan clicked his tongue, his head was not as bright as his, and he was not as good at talking, so he took a bite of the big duck leg, gnawed it clean a few times, and said vaguely: "Just what I read It’s sold at the gate of the university, it’s my favorite food when I was in school, and I haven’t gotten tired of it for four years, I want you to try it.”

Pei Jizhou thought it would be better for him not to say that he knew. The private detectives he sent took pictures of him in the store with a duck leg in one hand and chopsticks in the other.It's hard to say anything else, but he thinks that if Yi Duoyan finds out about this, he will return to the time before liberation and live a lonely and miserable life for a few months.It was getting colder, and he didn't want to warm the bed alone.