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The Fang family father and son asked in unison: "What way?!"

Layman Haiyuan also looked at it suspiciously, but he had learned from the past, so he didn't rush to refute this time.

Duan Huichuan raised the corners of his mouth mysteriously, and smiled slightly: "Since the Duan family covets your feng shui treasure land, then you can simply sell it to him. 500 million is too little, so you can ask for 1000 million, but there must be an additional condition. It's the Duan family's problematic land, so it must be packaged and delivered to you."

Never expected Duan Huichuan to propose such a "swap" method, Fang Yizheng frowned in disappointment, and said hesitantly: "But just now, everyone clearly said that there is a problem with that piece of land. Could it be that Master Duan has something wrong?" A way to turn things around?"

Layman Haiyuan stroked his beard and remained silent. He followed this line of thought to think of a way to break the situation, but he couldn't think of any benefits of doing so.

Duan Huichuan said confidently: "Turning things around, I dare not say it, but what caused the deterioration of Duan's ancestral hall's feng shui is definitely not the reason why your family sucked away the dragon's energy. If Fang Dong doesn't believe it, I will find a way to prove it to you tonight. "

Fang Yizheng and Haiyuan Layman looked at each other, both half-believing.

After nightfall in early autumn, the cool breeze wrinkled the surface of the lake several times.

Opposite the brightly lit hotel, a ten-story nursing home stands quietly by the lake.

The intensive care unit of the youngest son of the Duan family is on the top floor of the nursing home. Ever since Duan Mingyang had a car accident, he has been lying in this extremely quiet ward. The room is spacious, but all he can occupy is a small one. hospital bed.

During the time when he was in a vegetative state, he was trapped in the dark consciousness, and vaguely felt the doctors around him coming and going, leaving behind either helpless or sympathetic sighs.

Since the first two sons were useless, Duan and his son have always loved the third son very much and placed high hopes on them.

Duan Mingyang has been weak since he was a child, and he spends most of the time in the nursing home throughout the year. No matter how busy Duan Yinzheng is at work, he will find time to come to the ward to accompany this youngest son in person. That is Duan Huichuan when he was a child. love.

Third Master Duan believed in Feng Shui theory, and the third child was a filial grandson. In order to seek the protection of his ancestors, he often took Duan Mingyang to the ancestral temple to worship, hoping to be nourished and protected by the dragon energy, but after many years, there was still no improvement.

At this very moment, Duan Sanye and Duan Yinzheng were huddling together in front of the hospital bed, looking at the most beloved youngest son with joy and relief, even if Duan Mingyang just opened his eyes from a coma, he could not even speak It's not enough to make them happy.

All the elders of the Duan family huddled in the ward to congratulate, they didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts, at least they all had a look of reassurance on their faces.

"Doctor Yan, it's thanks to your superb medical skills that Mingyang can wake up this time!" Duan Yin was looking away from Aizi's face, looking at Yan Yijun standing silently by the window outside the crowd, sincerely A compliment.

The bright lights of the hot spring hotel bet on the lake, jumping mischievously into sparkling waves, Yan Yijun admired it for a moment, turned around, smiled politely and distantly: "Don't dare, Mr. Duan praised you .”

He is playing with a dragon-shaped lighter in his hand. The cold metal texture settles in the palm of his hand. The realistic craftsmanship is like a miniature dragon, beautiful and cute, hovering in the palm of his hand.

Yan Yijun stared at the bronze-colored little dragon, and couldn't help showing a smile.

In front of his witch power, Duan Yangming is dead or alive, but it depends on his will.It's too early to be happy now.

Duan Yinzheng didn't know anything about it, he was still immersed in the joy of his youngest son's recovery, and he was grateful and admired Yan Yijun:

"Doctor Yan, don't be self-effacing. Speaking of it, it's rare for you to be among the first-class doctors at such a young age. What's more, it is rumored in the industry that you have a vicious eye for investment, and you have almost become a weathervane. Let me, an old fellow, Shame on you, if you don’t feel embarrassed, sometimes I really want to learn from you, haha. If my two incompetent sons are half as good as you, oh no, one tenth is excellent, then I will wake up laughing from my dreams .”

Yan Yijun raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, and said meaningfully: "President Duan is in his prime, if you work hard, maybe you can have a third son."

"Uh, haha, Dr. Yan is really humorous." Duan Yinzheng's expression stiffened unnaturally, and he changed the subject by saying haha, "Dr. Yan is so talented in investment, if he focuses on it, he might be on the rich list." The title of the youngest investor is about to be relinquished."

Of course Yan Yijun wouldn't tell him, that's because he has a lot of information channels that ordinary people don't have access to.

"Being a doctor is my hobby." Yan Yijun put away the lighter, put one hand casually in his trouser pocket, half of his handsome face was reflected on the glass window, half of which was buried by the night, "Everyone can get hurt, When you are sick, you have to go to the hospital when you are sick, so you can see many people in the hospital."

What he said was a bit rambling, but in Duan Yinzheng's ears, he thought he liked to save lives and heal the wounded: "Doctor Yan is really high-minded, with lofty ideals, hehe."

Yan Yijun just smiled back.

Duan Mingchen, the second child of the Duan family, stood in the corner of the ward, even the light was blocked by the crowd, leaving him half-body in the shadows.

Can even vegetative people be rescued?What kind of luck did the third child hit?

This surname can be saved by saying that it can be saved. Is there such a god?

When the third child is fully recovered, is there still room for him to stand in this section of the family? !

Duan Mingchen glared at Yan Yijun through gritted teeth, and quietly exited his brother's ward.

Yinyue climbed to the middle of the sky, silently staring at the quiet lake.

The two groups of people in the ward and the conference room gradually dispersed.

Duan Huichuan promised the Fang family to prove that what he said was true tonight. He asked Fang Yizheng for a gold and black Parker pen that he carried with him. see the outcome.

A few people were full of suspicion. Could it be that a mere pen can prove the Duan family's feng shui problem?

Duan Huichuan secretly asked Zhang Pan for a compass pointer, and waited in the room until nightfall, planning to go up the mountain alone in the dead of night and sneak into the Duan family ancestral hall to find out.

Of course, he couldn't tell others about this shady behavior.

There is only one chance tonight, not to mention that the Duan family must be on guard against him, how to avoid the surrounding eyes and ears, he has to calculate carefully.

Just after nine o'clock, Duan Huichuan turned off the light in the bedroom early, and leaned against the window alone, letting the night cover his whole body.The cigarette butt between his fingers flashed with scarlet sparks, appearing and disappearing in the darkness.

almost time to go...

Duan Huichuan exhaled the last puff of smoke, pressed the cigarette butt out, and there was a knock on the door behind him without warning!

"At this time, who will disturb me?" Duan Huichuan frowned, if it was Bai Jian or Fang Jun, he would beat him up first, and then teach them not to knock on other people's rooms in the middle of the night.

Opening the door, the head of the Duan family, dressed in a black custom-made suit, stood expressionlessly at the door.

Duan Huichuan is now taller than this "father". The role of looking down at each other with indifference and disgust in the past has been reversed. When the two looked at each other in silence for a while, Duan Yinzheng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with the reality in front of him.

But he still didn't feel that Duan Huichuan had any capital to challenge him, even if he hugged Fang's and Changchun Guan's thighs.

"I don't know what Mr. Duan wants to see me for late at night?" Duan Huichuan asked in a neutral tone.

Duan Yinzheng frowned and looked at him indifferently: "Tell me, how much do you want?"

As he said that, he took out a pen and a stack of checks from his pocket, and prepared to fill in the numbers: "I'm very busy, and I don't have time to entangle you. If you want to come back to recognize your ancestors, please don't wishful thinking. I won't recognize you back, take the money and leave the Duan family, and never come back, and you are not allowed to reveal your relationship with the Duan family. "

Duan Yin was just filling out the check, put away the pen, held the check with two fingers, and handed it over gently, squinting his eyes, and made the final conclusion firmly: "Our Duan family will never have you as a son, please remember yourself identity of."

Duan Huichuan lowered his eyes and saw the countless zeros on the check, his heart was not fluctuating, his hands were in his trouser pockets, and he had no intention of reaching out to receive the check, Duan Yinzheng was a little impatient: "Why, it's too few? "

Duan Huichuan looked at him pitifully and absurdly, tilted his head and mocked, "That's right, if it's 100 billion yuan, it's not bad for me to shut up, after all, my commission fee is very high."

Duan Yinzheng lowered his eyes: "Are you joking?"

"What do you think?" Duan Huichuan shrugged, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"Don't go too far." Duan Yinzheng twitched the corner of his mouth coldly, "Do you believe that I can easily make you unable to get along in this city?"

"It seems that you haven't figured out the situation yet." Duan Huichuan slowly restrained his smile and took a step forward, two sharp teeth protruding from the corner of his cracked mouth, "Since the Duan family regards me as a monster, then All of you have survived until now, you should thank the monster for not killing you!"

A frightening coercion suddenly erupted from his body, following a step forward, he was overwhelmingly oppressed!

Duan Yinzheng's face suddenly changed drastically, and he was startled by this sharp momentum, and he took a few steps back, until his back touched the wall, and he barely stabilized his figure, so as not to be too embarrassed.

If so, Duan Yinzheng's pale face is already extremely ugly, being forced to this point by a despised evil is enough to make him unbearable, his dry throat is mixed with a trace of fear that he is ashamed to speak, and hissed harshly: : "You...you still dare to do something to me?!"

Duan Huichuan folded his arms in disdain, and looked down at the other party with calm eyes: "You think too highly of yourself, you and your family are not worthy of anything to do with me."

The door closed with a "bang", separating Duan Yinzheng from the words choked in his throat, and the bleak corridor lamp overturned from above his head, reflecting the vermilion carpet in a dark color.

The falling check had been cut into pieces by the turbulent coercion at some point, and scattered helplessly on the ground in a mess.

Duan Yinzheng's lips were trembling, and it took a while for his chest to regain his composure. He squinted his eyes and finally took a deep look at the closed door. He remembered Duan Huichuan's cold and emotionless eyes. Without the courage to say anything more, he turned and left.

Not long after he left, Duan Mingchen's half figure silently peeped out from the corner of the corridor.

The conversation between the two just now was completely overheard by him who happened to pass by.

No wonder Duan Huichuan looked familiar the first time I saw him - I didn't expect him to feel right!It's really the "big brother" who was kicked out of the house back then!

Duan Huichuan flashed before Duan Mingchen's eyes, the terrifying appearance of Duan Huichuan baring his fangs, and his breath was suddenly suffocated. Qiu, what kind of crazy thing did you do? !

The scandal back then caused most of the servants and security guards to change their seals. After so many years, there are only a handful of people who know the inside story are still alive, and Duan Mingchen is one of them. He may even know more than the Patriarch of the Duan family. .

The memory has long been blurred and faded in the long past. Duan Mingchen only remembers that when he was about seven or eight years old, he accidentally heard the elderly nanny chatting secretly at home, and secretly talked about the appalling "mother killing" event--

Originally, when the eldest grandson was born, he was no different from ordinary children, and the Duan family held a big banquet to celebrate it for a long time. Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. Duan Huichuan, who was less than two years old, gradually began to show "weird things" that were different from normal people. sickness".

At first, the skin began to grow some strange scales, and the family rushed to the hospital, but no matter how much treatment was done, it didn't get better, and after a while, it healed itself.

When everyone thought the strange disease was over, in fact, the nightmare had just begun.

As the eldest grandson got older, more and more "strange diseases" appeared, and rumors spread all over the place. The gaze on Duan Huichuan gradually changed from blessing and joy at the beginning to fear and fear. He didn't dare to say anything, and there were so many vicious words behind his back that pierced this ignorant child like a knife.

It was a thunderstorm that day, and Duan Huichuan started to "fall ill" again. It was strange to say that most of his illnesses were always in thunderstorm weather. The servants said that this was God's curse on evildoers.

This time, the "sickness" came fiercely, with sharp horns on his head and scales on his body, and even his teeth were as sharp as those of a legendary vampire.

The nanny and servants were so scared that none of them rushed close, for fear that the young master would bite his neck and suck the blood dry!

The only one who walked into Duan Huichuan's room was his increasingly haggard and depressed mother.

Holding a sharp fruit knife in her hand, she stared straight at her son writhing in pain on the bed, love and hatred intertwined and surging in her eyes—yes, get rid of the source of the strange disease, no Can you free yourself and your son together?

She slowly approached the bed, her long black hair fell down to cover half of her cheeks, the face was originally very beautiful, but it had been depressed for a long time, and now the black bags under the eyes and the occasional silver streaks made her look She looks older than ten years old.

"My dear son, come here." She coaxed in a low voice with a pleasant face, "You are sick, very sick, those quack doctors can't help you, they are useless, only mother can save you."

The young Duan Huichuan did not have the ability to distinguish emotions. He was in excruciating pain all over his body, and the sheets were wet with dripping cold sweat. He still struggled to move towards his mother, hoping to get a little comfort from her comfort.

Mother gently stroked his sweaty hair, and then slowly touched the still immature sharp corners of his forehead.

Xiao Duan Huichuan trembled, rubbed his mother's palm slightly, and sobbed: "Mom, I hurt..."

The circles of her eyes turned red suddenly, she raised the knife in her hand tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice, "It won't hurt soon, let mom help you cut off these dirty things..."

The bright knife light swayed across her pale face and eyes full of tears, a bloody broken horn fell to the ground, and the sprayed blood splashed on her face, as if a sickly blush was smeared on her cheeks.

The sudden coolness stopped Duan Huichuan's soft sobbing, followed by the heart-piercing pain gripping his heart, the spacious and empty room was filled with his painful cries and howls!

Mother numbly clenched the knife, aiming at the scales on his shoulder...

Duan Huichuan couldn't think about why the only mother who loved him would treat him like this.

But the cruelty that was close to torture was unbearably painful. The young Duan Huichuan instinctively tried to avoid danger. He struggled frantically under his mother's hands, using both hands and feet, trying to escape such torture.

Although the other party is a weak woman, no matter how weak she is, her strength is not something a young child can resist. As the two of them pushed and shoved, their teeth were used up—Duan Huichuan bit his mother hard, biting on the wrist superior!

The servant who was peeking at the door just happened to see this scene, and saw the fangs and sharp mouth stained with blood, and was shocked and stunned on the spot!

"You bad boy! Mom is doing it for your own good, why don't you listen!"

Under the pain, the mother had already lost her mind. She was going crazy to catch the struggling son, and she was about to cut the scales with a knife——

To everyone's surprise, after pushing and struggling, in the end, somehow, the knife stabbed into his chest by mistake!

Duan Huichuan stared blankly at his mother who had fallen down, and he frowned at his lips in bewilderment. His red eyes, bloody face, and his lips were stained with blood, and there was still a solitary horn remaining on his forehead. , on the shoulders are scales that have been scratched out of the wound.

He is like a bloody demon, frightening and frightening everywhere.

"Ah—the young master killed his wife!" The servant's scream then resounded throughout the entire Duan family mansion...

In the dead of night, memories always come suddenly in the most unexpected way, tearing your heart and lungs apart.

All your defenses become useless in an instant, you can only be hit inevitably, and then eroded by the long period of sadness and bitterness, the great loneliness and emptiness overwhelming you, they surround you, trap you, Tell you not to be free.

Duan Huichuan lit another cigarette, the ashtray was already full of cigarette butts, and the peeling embers drifted out of the glass container, drifting into inconspicuous grains of dust.

He sank silently in the single sofa alone, as if he was a part of the dust.

A puff of smoke choked in the trachea, Duan Huichuan coughed violently, almost coughing up tears, he threw away the last cigarette butt, subconsciously touched the phone, his hands even trembled a little - in fact, he didn't want to always alone, especially at a time like this.

But Xiao Chen should be sleeping at this time - in this world, who else can listen to him talk about those unknown scars?

"Heh." Duan Huichuan laughed self-deprecatingly. People always subconsciously seek comfort when they are weak.

He shook his head, and was about to put down his phone, tidy up those inappropriate memories and moods, and stuff them back into the dark corner, to do the "business" planned for tonight.

——A new text message suddenly lights up at this moment.

The glowing mobile phone screen cast a miserable green light into the dark room.

Duan Huichuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, and a line of small characters, together with the sender's name, jumped into his sight involuntarily.

Yan Yijun: Are you asleep?

Duan Huichuan slid his thumb, and the brightness of the screen clearly outlined the corners of his inadvertently smiling mouth. When he realized this, his finger was already one step ahead of his brain, and he couldn't wait to reply a message: No, I can't sleep, I want to talk to someone say.

"..." Duan Huichuan read his own words over and over three times, and then slapped his forehead again. What's the matter with the lonely tone that was about to overflow the screen!

Did he mess with his phone these two days or something?I am not usually such a person who speaks without thinking, which is really strange.

Yan Yijun's reply came quickly: open the door.

"???"Um?

Duan Huichuan scratched his messy hair, got up and opened the door for no reason——

A slender man stood quietly outside the door, black leather shoes, straight trousers, a dark blue suit jacket casually across his arms, a white shirt tied to the top collar button as usual, and that Zhang Ji's handsome face, even those stars who are active in the spotlight will be eclipsed.

The man stared at Duan Huichuan in a daze, and couldn't help but twitched a soft smile: "I didn't disturb your rest, did I?"

Duan Huichuan didn't come back to his senses until the deep and smiling greeting echoed in his ears for a while, and the hand of the betrayer once again grabbed the man's thin shoulders involuntarily, and pressed it against the opposite wall forcibly. .

"Why did you come here?"

Yan Yijun's dark and deep eyes seemed to have some kind of magical power, which firmly attracted Duan Huichuan's full sight and attention, and he couldn't bear to move away for a moment. He couldn't help but leaned closer to Yan Yijun's cheek, raised his head slightly, The tip of his nose could rub against his reddish skin.

The smell of Yan Yijun lingered in the breath, and he couldn't help but think of that sweet, intoxicating, almost addictive smell in the winery that day.

Duan Huichuan looked down at the two opened and closed lips. The beautiful lips were soft and moist, and he could recall the touch of the lip lines at a glance.

Yan Yijun smiled deeply, his chest trembled slightly, and he turned his head slightly—to meet the other person's gaze calmly and firmly.

"I heard that someone missed me, so I came here."

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