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"Wu Jiu, Mr. Wu is here to see you."

White walls, a white hospital bed, and a young man in his twenties covered under the white quilt.

The young man was pale, with sunken cheeks, a breathing mask on his face, an infusion set on the back of his hand, and various testing instruments connected to his body. He was motionless, revealing a lifeless gray.

However, when he heard the nurse's words, the eyelashes of the young man lying on the bed trembled a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes. There was a hint of surprise in his absent-minded eyes. The middle-aged man who came in.

After the nurse finished speaking, she led the door out, leaving space for these two people.

A middle-aged man in a suit came in. The man had dyed hair, the black hair was combed meticulously, the suit was straight, and he was holding an expensive briefcase in his hand. He walked in slowly and stood in front of the hospital bed with a certain distance .

Wu Jiao was lying on the bed, tilting his head laboriously, looking at the middle-aged man with eyes full of surprise, a smile appeared on the man's face, and he said dryly, "Son, I just heard the doctor tell you about your condition."

The expression on Wu Jiu's face changed suddenly, revealing a bitter smile, the middle-aged man said: "Son, you are suffering like this now, as a father, I know it well, so...such..."

The middle-aged man faltered as he spoke, as if he was making an important decision. Before he could make a clear statement, he quickly put the briefcase in his hand aside, then pulled it away with a "hiss—" and opened it from inside. Take out a small needle.

Lying on the hospital bed, Wu Jiu saw a series of movements of the middle-aged man, narrowed his slack eyes, with a hint of emotion on his expression, and stared at his continued movements.

The middle-aged man held the needle tube in his hand, pulled out the needle cap, the needle tip kept trembling, like the voice of a middle-aged man.

He lowered his head, stared at the tip of the needle, and said with a sad face: "Son, I know you are a good boy. You have been very good in the past two years since you joined the company. You became an executive right away, but...but you It's so painful, isn't it? Dad, I...I have no choice but to do it for your own good, to help you, to make you...to make you suffer less..."

Wu Jiu's eyes widened slowly, staring at the middle-aged man standing in front of the hospital bed, keeping a certain distance all the time, his throat rolled several times with difficulty, his voice was hoarse, as if a handful of coarse sand had landed on the ground.

"Father?"

The screaming middle-aged man almost threw away the needle, but he held it tighter and said in a trembling voice: "No, no, don't blame Dad...you are Dad's good son, you are so powerful, help Dad After earning so much money, Dad doesn't want to...but..."

As the man said, he finally looked up at Wu Jiao, who was motionless on the hospital bed, and said, "Let me tell you the truth...she has already spoken, she knows you are my illegitimate child, if you don't die today, she will Get kicked out of the board of directors! Wu Jiao! You are my father’s good son, besides, you are so sick. Dad has worked hard for 20 years to get into the board of directors. Bundle……"

As he said, he quickly rushed towards Wu Jiu, threw the needle cap away, as if he was afraid of repenting, he plunged the needle into the infusion set next to him, and then pushed it violently, and the liquid was discharged into the needle as the needle was pressed down. At the moment of the infusion set, Wu Jiu seemed to hear the man's "hoo-" and heaved a deep sigh of relief. The man's eyes burst out with excitement and success.

Wu Jiao looked sideways at the injection that he didn't know what it was, but just closed his eyes. The moment he heard the man talking just now, Wu Jiao understood everything. There was deep despair in his heart, it was for family affection Despair, but also deep pride, that is a mockery of his biological father...

Hearing from his biological father that he was an illegitimate child, Wu Jiu lost all expectations for a moment.

Wu Jiu had no father since he was a child, and he lived in a very backward place. His mother brought him up alone. Fortunately, Wu Jiu managed to get into a top university. Before he went to university, Wu Jiu's mother gave him a big A sum of money, let him study hard, don't have to come back often, the ticket is too expensive, keep the ticket money for him to eat a few meals.

The young and energetic Wu Jiu took the money, bid farewell to his mother, and came to study in a big city with a lot of lights and feasting. He worked very hard and won a scholarship in the first year. Wu Jiu couldn’t go home because he had no money to buy a ticket for the Spring Festival that year. After receiving the scholarship, Wu Jiu immediately bought a train ticket and hurried home, wanting his mother to see her proud son.

As a result, the first moment Wu Jiu rushed into the house, he smelled an unspeakable stench. His mother fell on the ground next to the bed, clutching her chest with one hand. There was a stench of despair in the house.

That was the first time Wu Jiu experienced the feeling of despair. He thought he would not experience it a second time. Later, Wu Jiu lived alone, but he was still very competitive. He studied hard, worked hard, and entered the university without graduating. After an internship in a big company, he later became a full-time employee and was promoted step by step. Wu Jiu, who is not yet 30 years old, is already an executive of a catering giant.

In the company, Wu Jiao saw his father, a man he had never seen before. Wu Jiao's father and his mother were childhood sweethearts. I asked someone to inquire, and only then did I find out that Wu Jiu's father had long been a son-in-law in the city, married a rich and noble lady, joined a giant company, and would never come back again.

Wu Jiao did not expect to find his father, because Wu Jiao was so outstanding, although Wu Jiao's father did not dare to confirm him clearly, he was actually proud of such a son.

Wu Jiu never thought that he would become the "illegitimate child" in his father's mouth.

How ironic, the despair turned into hoarse laughter instead.

Wu Jiu watched the liquid pour into his infusion set, and laughed instead. His laughter was laborious, hoarse, as if he was grinding someone else's heart, which made the middle-aged man tremble repeatedly.

Wu Jiu almost used all his strength to pull off the breathing mask on his face. With a "snap!", the breathing mask fell to the ground. The slight sound made the middle-aged man startled, and he backed away in fright. It seemed that he was afraid that Wu Jiao, who was dying on the bed, would suddenly rush down and strangle him by the neck.

However, Wu Jiu didn't kill the hospital bed, he didn't have the strength at all, but he didn't pull out the infusion set in his hand, he just took off the oxygen mask, and looked at the middle-aged man quietly with his gaze like still water. Father.

Wu Jiu's voice was still hoarse, his pupils slowly dilated, his breathing became thicker and thicker, but there was an indescribable expression on his face, like a jewel bursting with fire, he said with a light smile: "Mr. Wu... What do you think...your good wife wants you to kill me...for?"

The middle-aged man replied hastily: "For my son, Wu Jiu. I know you are my son too, and you are better. During the years you joined the company, I never regarded you as an illegitimate child. I always Treat everyone equally! But...but you are already sick like this, Wu Jiao...Father also can't bear to see you suffer from illness, you...don't blame me..."

Wu Jiu smiled hoarsely, and said, "For...your good son? No...Mr. Wu, do you think that if I die...you will get what you want?...Even if I die, you will still If you can't get what you want, you are a coward, a scumbag! Let me tell you... Your son, I am the only one. The so-called legitimate son in your mouth is not your seed... Do you think you are the only one who can have illegitimate children? You My good wife, I just want you to borrow a knife to kill people, get rid of me as a thorn in the side, and make way for her son! Mr. Wu... I really look forward to seeing you kicked out of the board of directors, maybe tomorrow... Hehe, Interesting... isn't it?"

As Wu Jiu said, he had no strength left, his eyelashes trembled feebly, and he closed his eyes slowly.

The middle-aged man stood there in shock, and the empty needle tube fell to the ground with a "click", with an expression of disbelief, seeing Wu Jiao's face pale and slowly closing his eyes, he immediately grabbed it frantically, and said, "You What are you talking about!? Impossible! How could she steal someone behind my back? She likes me so much! That’s my son! Don’t try to lie to me... Wu Jiao! Wu Jiao, wake up! You can’t die! You Get up and speak clearly! Wu Jiao!"

Wu Jiu heard the hoarse roar of the man next to his ear, and the despair in his heart gradually cooled down, and the analgesia also became numb. He closed his eyes weakly, and a trace of pain appeared at the corner of his ashen mouth. With a mocking smile, slowly, her breathing stopped...

The shouting in Wu Jiu's ear, from hissing to exhaustion, became weaker and farther away, gradually empty, hazy, indistinct, darkness swept Wu Jiu, but this kind of pure darkness is better than emptiness False feelings.

Wu Jiu was plunged into darkness for a moment, and completely relaxed. He knew that he was dead, but this kind of "proud" death made him a sad winner, with a sense of relaxed complacency.

"Woooooooo..."

"Wake up... Woohoo, young master! Young master, open your eyes!"

"Young master... woo woo..."

Wu Jiao was mired in the swamp-like darkness. At this moment, he suddenly heard a faint cry. The cry was intermittent, as if he would be out of breath at any time. Wu Jiao was a little strange. In this world, except A mother who has passed away, who would cry for herself?

But the cry was real, growing realer and clearer.

"Hoo!!"

Wu Jiao let out a breath suddenly, as if a big stone was suddenly removed from his chest, fresh breath poured into his chest cavity, Wu Jiao let out a rough pant for a moment, and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Young Master! Young Master! Young Master is awake! God has mercy! Young Master is really awake!"

Wu Jiao opened his eyes suddenly, but he couldn't see clearly in front of him. He vaguely saw a thin and small boy lying in front of him. His eyes were as red as tender peaches, and his face was full of tears and cracked from crying. Tears, and shouted in surprise.

Wu Jiao frowned. The young man was very strange, and he was dressed strangely. He was wearing a rough linen robe and had long hair. He seemed to be dressed in ancient times. He had an expression mixed with grief and surprise. He grabbed his hand and took a bite. Shouting son.

The boy shouted, then turned his head and shouted: "Hurry up... call Master Guan, call Master Zhao! Young Master wakes up!"

Wu Jiu took a few breaths, feeling extremely weak, with tight pain in his chest, he couldn't help lowering his head to cover his chest, the hand pressing on his chest was still his own, and it was still pale and bloodless, but he was wearing the same clothes. A strange robe.

The young man was lying in front of Wu Jiu, feeling sad and happy for a while, and now it turned from joy to sorrow, crying and saying: "Young master, what should be done, what should be done! Young master Xiaobai has succeeded to the throne, not only has Master Shuya, but also Mr. The support of Gao Zi and Guo Zi, the two high ministers, is now... now they are about to be killed, and you must be taken to the knife!"