Everyone thinks the protagonist will be blackened

He Dong's illness was really serious, he fell down easily, but he couldn't get up again.He Hua carried him all the way to the hospital yard. As soon as Assistant Li stopped the car casually, he hurried down and rented a flat car for the chairman, so as to free the young master's hands.

The hospital was crowded with people, and He Hua and Assistant Li pushed the flat cart to squeeze around the building, like a small boat drifting in the crowd, desolate and helpless.After exhausting all kinds of hard work to see a doctor, and then going back and forth between several buildings to complete various examinations, He Dong's still a little sober mind was going to be dizzy, only to hear that the man who had been treating him Director Yu watched the film and sighed: "Look, the carotid artery is completely blocked, and there is also a small thrombus here... Your father's blood lipids and blood pressure are not under control, right? For such an old man, you have to persevere." Take medicine, if the old man is disobedient and the children have to strictly control their daily diet, otherwise the disease will develop very quickly..."

The naughty son who pretended to be filial still nodded beside him: "Yes, I've been too busy with work recently, and I couldn't persuade my father to drink with friends. My stepmother is taking care of me at home, so it's really hard to manage outside."

He Dong wanted to sit up and tell the doctor that his illness was caused by this brat, but he stretched out his hand to support him, but found that his entire arm was numb, and he couldn't even feel whether his hand was still there.Is he really paralyzed?Can it be recovered later?Could it be that he can only sit in a wheelchair from now on with his mouth tilted and drooling, watching He Hua hold all the country he has worked hard for half his life into his hands!

No, you can't let this kid's scheme succeed, you have to call that unfilial son to fight against him!

He Dong raised his hand excitedly, knocked off the oxygen mask on his face, turned his head and shouted at He Hua: "Little bastard, you want to lock me up in the hospital and use this opportunity to clean up the He family... ..."

The bold and careful Assistant Li grabbed the oxygen mask and put it on him, and scolded him for the doctor heartbroken: "Your brain is not getting enough oxygen, how can you take off the mask? You are most afraid of getting angry because of your illness. If you have something to say, what are you doing scolding the young master—doesn't that mean you scolded yourself too?"

The doctor looked at him like this, and prescribed two more medicines with a swipe of his pen, and told He Hua: "The patient is a dirty word caused by blood vessel blockage. I will prescribe more medicines to unblock the blood vessels and calm the heart fire. Just stare at him and take it every day." , don’t just stop taking the medicine for him.”

He Dong's last effort to expose He Hua's true face only got him a fluffy "drug can't be stopped" from the doctor's mouth, but later it fell into He Hua's hands, and he never had a chance to contact his confidant.

But what's the use of having a chance?All the housekeepers and servants in his family have become He Hua's people, and the company's confidant assistants even play Infernal Affairs for him... The only ones who can be trusted are probably his old wife and young son.

Thinking of these two saviors, He Dong quickly tore off his mask and shouted: "I want to see your mother and brother, you call them over!"

It was probably because He Hua still pretended to be a filial son in front of outsiders. As soon as the doctor left, he called Mrs. He and He Shao to come and see him.Not long after, He Shao hurried into the ward wearing a blinding dance costume, stood by the bed and gave him a cold look, then turned his head and asked He Hua: "I heard that he fell ill? How did he do it? You tell him what happened?" Was it drugged or did someone beat him?"

He Huachunliang shook his head incomparably, and said sadly: "During the meeting today, my father heard that I had inherited my biological mother's inheritance, so he collapsed for some reason."

He Shao sneered: "I don't know why, I'm afraid you will retaliate against him, so I plan to pretend to be dead. Don't tell him whether you will inherit the property or the company next time, or you will scare him to death sooner or later. You just stare at him here. Well, I have to go back to practice, call me when I am really sick."

"Xiao Shao, my father is really sick, you should sit here and accompany him..."

He Shao turned around bluntly, walked out of the ward with his chin raised and his long legs striding forward, sneering repeatedly amidst He Dong's howling.

"Didn't I read the synopsis? He has to be fine until he goes to prison, sick? Where did he get sick? Just pretend to show it to you and it's over. I have nothing to do with you."

The unfilial younger son turned around and left, leaving him to the older son who harbored evil intentions.He Dong felt that the blood all over his body was rushing to his head, so he grabbed the clothes next to the pillow and threw them at his youngest son.Although his left arm was weak, his right hand was quite accurate when he threw it down. A leather coat hit Young Master He staggeringly, and he felt more and more at ease that his father was pretending to be sick.

He Shaofeng came and went, leaving only He Hua at his bedside pretending to be a filial son. Seeing that the old man was upset, he wished he could drive him away early.After staying in bed for a whole morning, his long-awaited beloved wife dragged a bunch of handbags into the ward slowly, saw He Dong's sickly appearance and frowned when he entered the door, and then put the things in the hospital. Throwing it on the sofa, he rolled his eyes at He Hua: "It's fine for the master to take care of me, you can do whatever you want."

He Hua was still willing to maintain the image of Bai Lianhua, and handed He Dong's diagnosis report and CT scans to Mrs. He, and told her when to take the medicine, then put away his things, and left with his assistant ward.

As soon as the door was closed, Mrs. He went to take off the breathing mask, and sneered at her husband: "If you want to fuck him, he didn't, but instead he was so frightened that he pretended to be sick and hid in the hospital? You have the nerve to talk to me and Xiao Shao every day?" Tell me how you want to deal with him, how dare you scold him in person? After pretending to be a loving father for so many years, you finally don’t even have the courage to turn against him. You pretend to be a sick man, don’t you?”

Father He blushed at her rebuke, he clenched his right fist and slammed it on the bed, and raised his voice to retort: ​​"Of course I'm really sick, otherwise can I let him see this appearance? Your husband is sick, you don't even If you don’t even care about a word of concern, you can complain as soon as you enter the door, is this what a wife should do?”

"What I should do is to be a qualified villain boss, and abuse the protagonist until he can't survive. He is a white lotus flower and weak, so I will use domestic violence to rub him. Now that he has become black, I will use my strength to destroy him." Hey. Are you like you, thinking that you are deep and scheming every day, and you want to kill others and take yourself out, but you don't rely on both ends, and you get angry and go to the hospital?"

Mrs. He didn't even lift her eyelids. She sat at the table and ate the strawberries He Hua bought. After eating, she wiped her hands, rolled the wet wipes into small balls and threw them into the trash can, straightened her long skirt, got up and left .

He Dong yelled angrily on the bed: "What are you doing! I'm paralyzed here and you don't guard me, do you think I really dare not divorce?"

Mrs. He stopped, sneered, and finally explained to him, a stupid mortal: "What am I doing, of course I'm going to clean up your son for you! I know what you are doing, and you don't care about this kind of thing from now on. , I have already made arrangements, you just lie down in peace, take care of your body and wait to go to jail with me."

Who wants to go to jail... what is this prodigal bitch going to do?

"Come back!" He Dong struggled violently on the bed. He wanted to sit up but failed to sit up. Instead, he rolled to the ground, and the needles in his right hand were ripped off. The hanging infusion bottles smashed all over the floor, and the cold medicine soaked his hospital gown.Mrs. He left in her high heels long ago, the ward was buzzing, she didn't even look back, and it was He Hua who He Dong didn't want to see the last one who came in to tidy up.

But for He Dong, being seen by him in such a powerless state was simply the greatest humiliation in his life.Seeing He Hua's footsteps walking into the room step by step, and finally stopping in front of him in a piece of broken glass stubble and medicinal liquid, He Dong's heart felt as if soaked in medicinal liquid, and he shouted angrily, "Get out! Who told you Are you listening to me at the door? Are you happy to see me like this..."

He Hua squatted down and looked at him, with a strange smile on his face, and a look of pity in his eyes: "I don't need to eavesdrop on your conversation with Mrs. He, because I already know everything."

what?

He Dong looked up at the blackened face that also had a holy light on it, and for a moment he couldn't understand what he meant.

He Hua stepped on the cold potion and glass shards and looked down at him, only tens of centimeters above his face, with a gentle and shy smile: "Didn't you understand, father? Every step you take is planning for me They all know clearly that I haven't exposed you all these years, I just wanted to give you a chance, since you are not willing to take it, I can also arrange a place for you to retire according to Madam's wish."

Smiling, he picked up his father and threw him back on the bed. He rang the beeper at the bedside and asked the nurse to re-insert the needle.He Dong's body was frozen on the ground, but the floor tiles and potions were no match for He Hua's smile and threat just now. He curled up in the bed, gritted his teeth and watched He Hua's leaving back, feeling infinite fear and unwillingness in his heart. .

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It seems like I haven't received a serious consultation in a long time.Since the protagonist became black and began to take revenge on the supporting villain, the low-end scenes of bullying the protagonist disappeared. Then cut the line.A good book about the brainless CEO is about to turn into a farming stream, and there are fewer and fewer cool spots, but the living environment of the cannon fodder is getting more and more comfortable, and even my workload has dropped.

Just kidding, in fact, I hope that everyone can live well and don't need to consult me.

However, the lack of inquiries does not mean that there are no inquiries. I wanted to browse a few chicken soup for the soul online to attract fans, but when I clicked on Weibo, I found a new letter for help.

The person who sent the letter was probably a vagrant who had never consulted before, and was not a cannon fodder character related to the main plot. The person who consulted me was also an ordinary crime.He asked me: "I belong to the Tianduo Gang in the west of the city. I watched the scene in the underground blockade. The protagonist's stepmother gave me and my colleague 100 million to kidnap Cannon Fodder. You said that it is possible that the protagonist found us when he was looking for trouble with Cannon Fodder. I have already avenged him, do you want us to do something?"

I never appease criminals, and I can't easily let go of such vicious cases.I quickly asked him from the reply: "Have you kidnapped the cannon fodder? Where is the specific address? Of course, this kind of thing can't be done in private. You have to notify the protagonist so that he can see it with his own eyes... No, actually he should He would want to torture the cannon fodder with his own hands, why don't you tie him up and wait for the protagonist to deal with it himself."

After a while, there was a reply from the other side, and a bunch of headshots were sent over quite lively: "Mr. Lei, your idea is really good. When I told Cannon Fodder Gong that I would bring the protagonist, his face turned pale as if he was constipated." It's blue. But we don't have the protagonist's phone number, and Mrs. He does all the contacting with the protagonist, so we can't show our faces?"

What a bunch of honest criminals.

I smiled and replied to them: "If you can trust me, please send me the address. I can get in touch with He Hua, and I am willing to help cannon fodder show their faces in front of readers."

The other party replied faster than last time, and directly sent an address in a suburban village, and typed several words of thanks: "We knew that Mr. Lei, you are the guide of our cannon fodder, so please inform the protagonist as soon as possible. The sooner Mrs. He calls, the more credit we will have."

"rest assured."

Don't worry, besides me, who else can bring this kind of news to the protagonist's eyes faster?