Above, please use some force

In the resplendent hall, under the gorgeous crystal lamp, the elders of the Shen family sat silently. Their positions were determined according to their ability and contribution to the family, not their seniority.

Therefore, as the next patriarch, Shen Cheng sat on the first chair of the Shen family, replacing his bedridden, mentally disturbed father.

These people here are all successful people from all walks of life in the society. Except for gatherings, they don't see each other for a year.

A solemn and dull atmosphere spread in the hall, and there was an undercurrent surging in the flowing air.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at He Wen fiercely. He Wen sat on the sofa next to him, half closed his eyes, and said nothing.

In the eyes of the Shen family, they thought he was cautious and afraid due to pressure, but in fact, he was completely adjusting his mentality now, he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would pick up a chair and throw it at him.

"Ah Cheng, is what Yu'er said just now true?" The man who spoke first was a man between middle age and old age.

Shen Wei, Shen De's second brother, is also Shen Liang's father.

The long and narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, making people unable to detect emotional fluctuations, Shen Cheng only glanced lightly, "Mmm."

"Nonsense!" A stern voice yelled out before Shen Wei, the old man's hand holding the teacup trembled, and his breathing was difficult.

"Brother, calm down." Shen Wei reached out and patted the old man's back, comforting him.

Others also pretended to appease the old man, Shen Hong, the ancestor of the Shen family, who had just passed his 90th birthday.

The corners of He Wen's sharp eyes erupted with frightening coldness, which was fleeting. He squinted at the old man, and there was an emotionless smile on the corner of his mouth, hiding a calculation that no one could catch.

At this time, the elegantly made-up woman at the bottom glanced at He Wen as if looking at the dirty things at the bottom, with obvious disgust on her face, and her words were sharp and acne-prone, "Ah Cheng, you are the Shen family." The next patriarch, how can he be fascinated by a man, but still a man who is not clean and shameless?"

"Shen Ling, take back what you said later." Shen Cheng frowned, his voice was calm and indifferent, the corners of his mouth were drawn into a straight line, without any movement, but suddenly exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

There was a sound of breathing in the hall, and the atmosphere became tense.

Shen Ling is Shen Cheng's sister-in-law, and it seems disrespectful to the outside world when she bluntly mentions her name, but it is very common in the Shen family, where ability determines everything.

The other party's deep and cold eyes seemed to be looking at dead objects. Shen Ling was startled, and a chill came from her back. She brushed her hair with her hands, trying to hide her panic, "Sorry."

"Your sister-in-law is also doing it for your own good." Shen Hua resented, Shen De's third uncle frowned, and said in an old voice, "Ah Cheng, don't cause yourself a whole lot of trouble just for a moment of happiness."

There were rebuttals like this all the time, and the two parties never took their eyes off each other.

Lifting his slightly drooping eyelids, He Wen got up, lifted his chin slightly towards Shen Cheng, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out the door calmly.

There were angry voices behind him and the clink of teacups on the table.

He Wen's face was extremely gloomy, damn it, I really wanted to kill those people just now.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes. When he returned to the market, he had to find a time to find Zhang Xiao, and his tendency to violence became more and more serious.

After leaving the hall, He Wen took a breath of fresh air, and the violent aura in his body subsided. He raised his head and pressed his temple.

"When did you and Ah Cheng get together?" Shen Liang, who was leaning against the wall in a lazy posture with his arms folded, said suddenly.

He Wen looked for the sound, and saw a handsome man in a high-profile royal blue suit smiling at him with unknown meaning.

The corner of his eye twitched, since he was a child, he had never seen the same female companion beside this person.

Looking He Wen up and down, he noticed an unknown mark on the other's left earlobe with sharp eyes. He clicked his tongue in disbelief. That boy Ah Cheng hadn't brought back a woman for so many years. That aspect is not good, I didn't expect it to be good.

Shen Liang touched his chin, smiled obscenely, walked over and handed He Wen a cigarette, and the two sat on the nearby grass and smoked in silence.

"This brand is choking." He Wen flicked off the ash from the cigarette, "People with bad lungs should smoke some mild ones."

Shen Liang raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "Ah Cheng told you?"

Without answering, He Wen squinted at the distant scenery, and the smoke from the smoke circle permeated into the air, and then entered the lungs with his breath, stimulating the cerebral cortex, and his thoughts were extremely clear.

He returned to this place that taught him how to be warm and cold, and changed his identity.

"Ah Cheng brought you back, probably to make it clear to them." Shen Liang bent He Wen with his elbow, and said with a teasing smile, "Brother, the Shen family is not all about power, if you don't pay attention, you will see blood."

"Let's go." He Wen got up, twisted off the cigarette butt and strode away.

Staring at He Wen's back, Shen Liang smiled with a cigarette in his mouth, "He's quite an interesting person."

The rumors of the Shen family were suppressed, Shen Cheng still had an overly harsh, arrogant and indifferent expression on his face, He Wen keenly smelled a trace of blood, he raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, in his memory, Shen Cheng Never fired too hard.

On the second day, Shen Cheng brought He Wen to a courtyard in the middle of the mountain. The gate was heavily guarded. Those people searched Shen Cheng and He Wen, and only let them go after confirming that they were not carrying any dangerous items.

Everything is very quiet, even the chirping of the birds in the trees is very clear, but the further you walk in, the more lifeless feeling becomes.

When He Wen stood at the window and looked at the middle-aged man lying on the hospital bed with all kinds of tubes inserted all over his body, so thin that he could no longer recognize his appearance, he turned his eyes away and said flatly, "I'll wait for you outside."

Shen Cheng pursed his lips, and glanced at him suddenly, as if he was a little surprised that he would say that, "I brought you back just to see him."

After a pause, Shen Cheng said again, "Next time I come back, he should not be here."

"I still don't want to go, it's the same when I stand outside." He Wen frowned for a moment, and the tip of his tongue swept the inner wall of his mouth, showing a cynical attitude, "Brother, you know, I'm afraid that I won't be able to control myself early. Send him to hell."

This sentence is very low, and there are those turbid emotions in the breath. The word "fatherly love" does not exist, there are only endless reprimands, beatings, and insults.

In the end, seeing his father who brought him into this world like a dying candle in the wind, He Wen felt a little blocked. He lit a cigarette, sat down on the stone steps and took a deep puff.

Shen Cheng stopped talking, pushed open the door and walked in, put it on behind his back, moved the latch on purpose or unintentionally, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The sound of footsteps woke up the middle-aged man on the bed. He had struggled with fame and fortune all his life. He was shrewd and ruthless.

The middle-aged man's pupils constricted, he grasped the quilt tightly, his hands were shaking badly, his bloodless lips kept trembling, and he looked at Shen Cheng as if he had seen something terrifying.

"I brought my lover back this time." Shen Cheng looked at the other person's face covered with ashes, moved closer and pressed the quilt down, "His name is He Wen, he is a man like me."

The indistinct sound of "Bianbian" came out with intermittent breathing, like a leaking ball, as if there was a wheezing sound.

Shen Cheng frowned, and recovered in an instant. He took away the middle-aged man's oxygen mask, and watched the man's breath gradually weaken. The hands with the tube inserted struggled, and then gradually weakened. His hands could no longer move, and his nails grabbed the edge of the bed. , the body kept twitching, and the face of death was reflected in the dilated pupils.

"Dad, feel bad." Shen Cheng put the oxygen mask back on Shen De, and helped to calm his breath with his palms on his chest. It was clearly a gesture of concern, but Shen De was cold all over.

"You let him experience this feeling that year."

Shen De's eyes bulged, staring at his eldest son, blood vessels could be seen under the loose pale skin, he looked away and stared at the white ceiling, tears dripped from the corners of his eyes, his younger son died, a step ahead of him.

is he really wrong

It was still sunny during the day, and there was lingering rain at night, very thin and very cool.

The busy servants hurriedly shuttled through the rain.

When He Wen came back from the beach, several men in suits came from different directions and surrounded him. One of the strong men said in a cold tone, "Mr. He, please come with us."

Taking a step back, He Wen moved the moment those people surrounded him. The nimble black panther swung its fist with terrifying power. The rain curtain was cut off, and the airflow brought up was sharp and boundless.

With a flash of cold light, one of them pulled out a dagger and stabbed at He Wen. His brows were stained with ferocious hostility, and he kicked the man's wrist holding the dagger. His bones were shattered and no blood was seen.

He Wen took advantage of the situation to clamp the wrist that had lost its fighting strength, snatched his dagger, and pierced the point into the man's left eyeball. His miserable voice cut through the icy rain, alarming several other people who were all wounded.

The dagger vigorously stirred the man's eyeballs, and the gushing blood was quickly washed away by the rain. He Wen narrowed his eyes, and the ferocious carnivore said, "Damn, come here and try again!"

Several men watched their companions convulsively falling into the bloody water, each swallowed their saliva, the matter was a bit tricky.

Why is the lady still not acting?

A slight metallic sound in the condensed air accompanied by the wind fell into He Wen's ears, like the death bell ringing in his mind, his body shook, his face changed suddenly, and his breathing stopped instantly.

A cold wind blew from behind, his whole back was stiff, wet with cold sweat, the rain fell into his eyes, and there was a madman-like bloodthirsty surging.

Shen Yu, who was holding a pistol in the dark, suddenly trembled, his face turned pale, and there was a cold metal object against the back of his head.

"Brother, he will destroy you!" Shen Yu screamed loudly, she didn't dare to turn her head, she clenched the gun in her hand tremblingly, aimed at the terrifying man in the opposite corner, bent her index finger and pressed down.

"If something happens to him, I will destroy the entire Shen family." The sound of the trigger being pulled, in a corner where no one saw, Shen Cheng's fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.

I can't afford to lose.