[Ultimate Class One Series] There is a Qiu Ball rolling over

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Hua Linglong woke up almost in the early morning.

The clock on the bedside table on his right hand passed one frame silently, and the hour hand pointed to three.

Hua Linglong lay silently on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the dim ceiling in the room, and countless images flashed through his mind in a mess.

Since he was raised by his sisters who were sent to the concubine when he was young, the relationship between him and his two elder brothers who met in his teens was not as close as the news reports. The personalities of the three are very different. , and each has a little bit of thought, and the second brother Hua Lingfeng is quite the demeanor of his father's scheming, and he is somewhat incompatible with Hua Linglong, who is not very good at this method. You call me brother and I call brother, in private, it is more of a single-plank bridge that each goes its own way.

But after all, he is a brother.

The two elder brothers took good care of him when they were walking on their own single-plank bridges. When he first took the seat in the southern district to clean up banned drugs, they also secretly used many methods to maintain the younger brother's rule.

The Hua family has great ambitions. The eldest son goes into business, the second son enters politics, and the last youngest son will take over the forces in the underworld. The brothers protect each other, but they never expected that the youngest son has not grown into the wings to protect the elder brother, and the elder brother died long ago. .

Hua Linglong blinked tiredly, turned his head to one side,

He was injected with a powerful tranquilizer last night to ensure that he could cope with today's funeral and all kinds of outsiders and relatives, but this morning, he couldn't sleep at all.

When he closes his eyes, he will see the corpses of his brother and Cha Chimin, cold and stiff, lying on the square as people watch, and then those two faces are replaced by other people, starting from the closest person around him, going all the way. In the end it was pieced together into his face.

He watched himself fall to the ground, surrounded by countless feet, and looked indifferently at the blood flowing from his body.

Hua Linglong chuckled lightly.

He raised his right hand to flex his wrist.

The wrist is a little thinner, making the patient gown a bit loose.

The whole ward was empty and desolate, and there was no shortage of furniture. Warm-colored carpets and curtains surrounded him in large blocks, but he was the only one left in such a large space.

It wasn't like this before...it wasn't like this before.

——No matter where he is, there are still his older sisters, his former classmates, and his current classmates, King, Geng Lie, Jin Baosan... maybe even Qiu Qiu....

They came to visit him only with permission, not of his will.

He was so weak that he couldn't choose anything.

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At about six o'clock, the medical staff began to tap on the door of the ward, asking if Master Hua had woken up.

Hua Linglong half-closed her eyes, and waited until the third knock on the door before signaling her weakly that she could come in.

The black hair that had been dyed back to its original color fell limply on the pillow just like his master.

If possible, he would like to sleep hard now.

Hua Linglong was lifted up to wash his face, and then there was a table full of breakfast. Everything was prepared according to the menu reported by the Hua family. Even the tastes were divided into three types. He picked some at will, and then, the makeup artist came over to fix his makeup.

His complexion was too bad, lack of sleep caused a circle of mild bruises under his eyes, his face was dull, even Hua Linglong himself frowned at himself in the mirror and couldn't bear to look directly at him.

He claims to crush the history of the Southern District with his beauty... it's all ruined here.

"I started?"

The makeup artist asked in a low voice.

Hua Linglong turned his gaze away and stopped looking at the mirror, but nodded.

The makeup artist cut off the slightly long tail, trimmed the slightly messy bangs, blew a neat hairstyle, and then applied powder to cover up the blemishes. She even used her fingers to spread some blush on Hua Linglong's cheeks. Spread evenly.

The order he was given was to make the young master look good and healthy—this was a bit difficult.

Hua Linglong yawned in distress, then half-closed his eyes to look at the current image.

The make-up did effectively mask some of the marks on his face that would suggest bad health, a mix of blush made his cheeks look rosy, and a make-up artist added a touch of color to his lips.

When he finally put on a white shirt and a black suit, made sure that the leather shoes shone 360 ​​degrees, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror to look at himself, what he saw was a new and neat flower spirit dragon.

He put his finger on the corner of his mouth and smiled softly.

You see, I can't choose anything.

Even if I am so weak that I need someone to help me when I walk, I still have to pretend to be invulnerable in order to maintain my family's face.

The second brother died... Which sister in the side room is going to be taken over.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that only the three of them are men in this generation, and the rest are all girls.

Gender is not the key, as long as they are admitted into the family, what they are waiting for is the treatment and the use of the same price that the side room will not enjoy in a lifetime, and the ending of the girl is marriage.

To marry with an opponent means to dissolve hatred and join hands and advance together; to marry with a partner means to increase relatives and share benefits, to win people's hearts and ease conflicts, and the role of girls is indeed considerable.

Hua Linglong couldn't help thinking of his eldest sister.

The elder sister who lived in the side room but raised him according to the rules of boys, the sister who took good care of him when he was sent to the side room was frail and sick, and when he was framed and fell into HellVision, he was tied up and sat opposite him all night The sister who cried and begged him to quit the drug.

The frowns and smiles of the two when they parted seemed to be close at hand. When Hua Linglong reached out to touch the mirror, he closed his eyes and sketched the appearance of that person in his mind. When he opened his eyes again, his originally weak eyes suddenly became hard

If you enter our family, I will definitely take care of you with all my strength.

——"Third young master, let's go."

"understood."

Hua Linglong replied in a deep voice.

He still has a short period of time in the car to adjust, to go to the funeral where everyone is a wonderful actor, and the ubiquitous media and relatives, big and small, who were brought in everywhere, pretended to be false, and comforted and flattered each other.

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The assistant accompanying the car asked Hua Linglong to drink a cup of highly concentrated nutrient, and after Hua Linglong finished drinking the medicine, he helped him make up the redness on his lips.

Potions are indeed powerful.

Hua Linglong pursed his lips. After the car door on his right was opened, what he was exposed to in front of a dark camera was the best response to the rumors that "the third youngest of the Hua family was stabbed in the emergency room" in the past few days. , is his cold but slightly rosy side face.

He put his hands in the pockets of his suit, his two nails pinched tightly, and the assistant who was behind him took a small step forward calmly, blocking Hua Linglong's somewhat flamboyant steps.

This is the first time since he was injured that he walked alone without the support of outsiders. Although it seemed that he had stepped on cotton, and the shirt inside his suit was soaked in cold sweat, Hua Linglong remained indifferent With a terrified look, he strode towards the mourning hall.

There are quite a lot of people who come to worship, and the relationship between relatives is naturally different. There are two mourning halls, inside and outside. In the middle of the outfield, there is a huge photo of Hualing Peak, surrounded by beautiful white flowers, shivering in the cold wind. , but Hua Lingfeng's body was placed in the coffin in the inner mourning hall.

Hua Linglong stopped in front of the posthumous photo, bent over in silence, and then walked to his elder brother's side with small steps.

Hua Lingyu saw that his complexion was faintly pale, and there were even subtle bite marks on his lips, so he frowned and signaled his assistants to stand at a slanted angle on the left side of their foreheads, subtly blocking the view of the camera. perspective.

"Stand a little longer."

Hua Lingyu instructed softly.

With the support of one side, Hua Linglong's expression became more and more numb. The scene in front of him had begun to be confused into large blocks of color, and he had to rely on the pain in his fingers to regain consciousness.

The business leaders, political celebrities, and even several high-level people in the entertainment park who came to pay homage were continuously sent in by black sports cars one after another, while the security guards on the other side maintained their presence in an orderly manner. The media filmed in an orderly manner, and there was almost no other sound at the scene except for the sound of shooting and slight weeping.

Hua Linglong stood on his support for about an hour, cold sweat dripped from his hair, and seeped into his clothes along his neck. Yu seems to be unable to stop it.

Fortunately, an hour later, the people who came were all second- and third-rate people, and there was no need for their children from the same family to greet the team here. Hua Lingyu calmly embraced Hua Linglong's shoulders, putting on a comforting expression. The appearance of the heartbroken younger brother led him to the inner mourning hall.

When the door closed behind them, Hua Linglong almost softened all of a sudden, Hua Lingyu quickly stopped his legs and picked him up, and ran towards the inner mourning hall amidst the exclamation of the assistants.

"Is Linglong still awake? Where is the doctor!! Doctor!!"

Seeing the elder son rushing in with the pale-faced younger son in his arms, their mother, Cai Yishu, clutched her chest in panic, and ordered people to find a doctor quickly.

She has been very tense recently. After learning that her youngest son was assassinated, the first news she saw when she turned on the TV the next morning was that her second son had died in the square. Her sons became the stepping stones for the Hua family to move forward, and even the funeral was arranged in consideration of interests, and they even discussed in front of her which side house to replace Hualing Peak to enter the family.

If her youngest son dies too... She and her husband have seized power from the elders over the years, and all the best arrangements for the sons will come to naught.

"fine."

Hua Jingming, who knew his wife's recent mental state well, coaxed her to let her sit back on the sofa, and at the same time signaled the medical staff who had been prepared to run up to pick up Hua Linglong.

Blowing in the cold wind for more than an hour, coupled with the force of mental strength, Hua Linglong was limply carried to the sofa and poured the potion. When his hand slipped out of the pocket of the suit, bloodstains were already drawn out. And the ghostly face revealed after the blush powder was wiped off with a hot towel really shocked the people present.

Just now, when he stood outside, he saw that Hua Linglong's face was still slightly rosy, which turned out to be the effect of blush.

Cai Yishu stared fixedly at her youngest son and the eldest son who was helping the younger brother to let the medical staff inject nutrients. All the pain and sorrow in her heart surged up. She helped the sofa, and when she was about to stand up, the door on one side There was the sound of walking outside.

Now even Hua Jingming's face changed.

He repelled the medical staff who had finished administering the nutritional supplements, and then sat back in his seat.

Aside from the hustle and bustle of speculation from the outside media, the flow of people, etc., the real funeral process within the family has just begun.

Huajingtang and Huajingqing, who had the same thoughts, sat beside their elder brother. Dozens of pairs of eyes from the two generations in the room were all fixed on the door, waiting for the elder behind the door and the person who was removed from the side room. Bring the descendants of the family into the mourning hall.

No matter how many descendants there are in the family, it has always been a rule that only three people are left in the power center. If one of the three dies due to various reasons, the oldest surviving generation must pick out someone from the other side of the house to replace him.

The elders of this generation are two men and one woman, and the only woman among them, Hua Lanxi, wants to stay in the center of the family, but she recruits her son-in-law and clings to this power. She has no children for many years, and this time it is rumored that she will be adopted from a side house. A girl came over and sat on her body.

All eyes in the room skipped over the three old men, waiting for the last person to enter the door.

Hua Lanxi chuckled, leaning on her crutches, she looked back and yelled.

"Fulong, come in."

The daughter with the biggest side room, Hua Fulong?

Sure enough, she was a daughter, but if Hua Lanxi trained/taught her to create a second female ruler, it would be a terrible threat to the current Hua Lingyu.

Cai Yishu thought again that her youngest son Hua Linglong had received favors from this person, so she couldn't help but feel worried again.

But Hua Linglong, who had been slumped on the sofa, vaguely heard the word "Fulong", and forced himself to sit up.

Sure enough, she came to our house.

The bottom of his tongue was bitter.

Hua Linglong raised his eyes, and along with the other eyes in the room, they stayed on the person who entered the room.

The visitor was slender and tall, with long black hair hanging loose, wearing an ancient black robe, with several dragons tattooed on his chest and waist.

Hua Fulong came out of the dark shadow, strode almost directly towards Hua Linglong who was on the sofa, and bent down to check his situation.

"You... you're not."

Hua Linglong suddenly discovered the other party's gender when the man approached.

The gentle big sister in his memory, although she looked exactly the same as the person in front of her, she definitely couldn't be a man.

He dodged Hua Fulong's hand, and the suspicious light in his eyes was almost swallowed up by the deep darkness in the opponent's eyes.

"You are not her..."

Hua Linglong repeated that sentence eagerly, trying to avoid the other party, but Hua Lingyu, who was at the side, saw something, slapped Hua Fulong's hand away, and blocked his younger brother.

"What an impolite brat... Jie Jie Jie, he will be the eldest son of our family, Hua Fulong."

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