Acting as a substitute

The young and strong little beast Wo violently picked up Duan Fu who hadn't wiped off the water stains on his lips, ignored his struggle and resistance, slapped him on the buttocks, walked out of the bathroom, and threw him on the hospital bed.

He crossed his hips and looked down at Duan Fu, who looked like some kind of mollusk on the bed, and would immediately shrink into a ball whenever its tentacles were touched.

"You can be patient."

"Young master, I'm sorry..." Duan Fu propped up his arms and wanted to sit up and explain to him, but a new wave of nausea rolled in his chest, blocking his words, "Um..."

Wo Ye hurriedly suppressed the anger on his face, revealing a youthful panic. Seeing that there was no trash can at hand, he stretched out his hand to Duan Fu's lips.

Wo Ze, who was watching the excitement at the door, was so angry that he beat the door frame, pointed at his younger brother's unsatisfactory back and looked at Bo Shenyan, but he couldn't form a complete sentence with his usual talkative personality.

"He, fuck, look at his, his fucking useless look, he's never done that to me!"

Bo Shenyan remained silent, looking at Wo Ye's busy back enviously.

If only they could simply quarrel like this instead of loving each other with heavy responsibilities...

He bowed his head in silence.

When Duan Fu saw Wo Ye reaching out his hand, he choked up in fright, thinking that even if he swallowed it, or even if he was given a hundred guts, he would not dare to spit the filth into the hands of this little ancestor.

Thinking this way in his heart, he planned to do so, but Wo Ye seemed to see through his heart, hugged his neck and forced Duan Fu to open his mouth.

"Hold up, spit on the ground, I'll clean up."

With this best-of-the-best permission, Duan Fu hurriedly stretched out his hand to fold up the clean sheet, and vomited on the floor. Even at this moment, he was still apologizing with difficulty.

"Sorry...young master, I have caused you trouble."

Wo Ye ignored his apology, stretched his arms to the table and took two pieces of paper to wipe his mouth.

"Young master," after Duan Fu finished vomiting, his pale face looked much better. He sat up on his knees and looked at Wo Ye, "The company is so busy, you shouldn't have come here, yesterday's contract is still..."

Wo Yeben, who was waiting for Duan Fu to finish spitting, had already gone to fetch water for him. Hearing this, he stepped forward and threw him on the bed, slapped him on the buttocks again, and cursed angrily.

"You still dare to talk about this? Talk about some bad business, and then transfer the fuck? Are you making such a fuss about asthma?"

Duan Fu hugged the pillow and didn't dare to make a sound. He gently rubbed his soft flesh that was numb from the beating, and buried it under the quilt.

"Turn me around!"

Wo Ye took off his stained coat and threw it on the ground, leaned over and grabbed Duan Fu by the back collar, before he could do anything, Bo Shenyan pulled Wo Ze out of the door and persuaded him in a low voice.

"Let's come out, you may need to pay for the following content."

Today's infusion was over, and after Bo Shenyan went out from the ward to check the situation, Yuan Jiayi struggled to sit up and got out of bed, but accidentally pulled the wound on his hand, causing him to squat down on the ground in pain.

The heavy trauma to the back of his head caused him to feel weightless even when he stood up with the bedside table, and he would lean back from time to time.

Under the window sill was Bo Shenyan's suitcase that he took back from Sheng Jianghe's family after he captured them.

Yuan Jiayi staggered and knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth and unzipped the zipper with trembling hands, and took out a small box inside.

this box.

Yuan Miao once explained the box he hid in his hometown in Yucheng.

In fact, he took it back a long time ago, but for a long time after Yuan Miao woke up, Yuan Jiayi raced against time to spend more time with her, talk to her, and make her happy, but never mentioned this matter.

He knew that Yuan Miao must have a reason for thinking about this box so much, and he firmly believed that it must be a good memory.

Yuan Jiayi has been wishful thinking that one day Yuan Miao can stand up again, the two of them leave here, and after arriving at a new city and a new home, they can bask in the sun in the courtyard and calmly put this small box full of memories together. Open and share happiness together.

But now he was alone.

A silver-gray box with a combination lock on it.

The lacquer surface has been polished countless times by Yuan Jiayi, and it is shiny, but every time he touches it, he will wipe it as carefully as if it was the first time.

Yuan Miao didn't tell him what the password of the box was, probably because he thought Yuan Jiayi would be able to guess it.

Yuan Jiayi fiddled with the lock and tried Yuan Miao's birthday.

No fruit.

His fingers trembled slightly, thinking about his birthday.

Still can't solve it.

Yuan Jiayi sat on the ground, hugging the box and looking at the blue sky outside the window, sighed wistfully.

He suddenly thought of a string of numbers, probably the numbers of the password, but he didn't dare and didn't want to try it.

The eyes that were red from crying for the past few days continued to swell, Yuan Jiayi raised the cold back of his hand and put it on his eyelids to cool down.

After a long time, as if he had made up his mind, he let go of his curled fingers, pursed his lips, and rolled the wheel one by one into the string of numbers in his mind.

The little lock clicked open.

Yuan Jiayi's tears rushed to fall on the metal box, and he curled up his arms and lay down on the coffee table sobbing.

"Fool……"

Mom is stupid.

How much did she love Sheng Jianghe to be willing to torture herself like this?

This small box was filled with all her impressions of the world, good or bad, and it was opened and closed countless times. She just endured the worry of not being able to love, and entered the birthday of her beloved one time after another.

Yuan Jiayi unconsciously clenched his left hand, and the piercing pain pulled him back to reality.

Wiping away his tears, he lowered his head and took out a stack of yellowed letter paper inside.

Looking at the letter papers stained with Yuan Miao's desperate tears, Yuan Jiayi suddenly dared not open them.

But the longing for Yuan Miao was so strong that Yuan Jiayi's hand was not controlled and blocked by the brain, and he took out one of the neatly folded papers and looked down.

Yuan Miao's hands are very skillful, and he can fold a whole piece of letter paper directly into an envelope, leaving a small point at the end to fold into a hook, and buckle it into the seam of the paper so that they will not open easily.

[Today is Jiajia’s first day in kindergarten. On the way to send him to school, he asked me if I would be afraid and miss him when I was alone at home.Of course, but I deliberately angered him, saying that I would eat up his beloved toffee and ebony plums when he was in school, and then Jiajia said, "Mom will eat them all if she likes them. When I grow up, I will eat them all." Buy a lot of delicious food for mom." I was so amazing that I gave birth to a little angel. 】Yuan Jiayi laughed while wiping away his tears, bowed his head and kissed the handwriting on the paper, the smell of old ink and the smell of the paper being accumulated for many years mixed into his breath, choking him to cough and then shed tears.

He flipped through the neatly stacked letter papers, and found that there was an inconspicuous time mark written on the lower right corner of each paper.

After clearing up the timeline, Yuan Jiayi flipped through the latest letter one by one backwards.

At that time, Yuan Miao was about the same age as he is now, even two years younger than him.

She gave birth to Sheng Jianghe's child before she finished college, her innocence was obvious when she wrote the letter, and she also vaguely carried the arrogance and wantonness of being doted on by Sheng Jianghe.

[It was raining today, and Jiajia was very disobedient. He wore rain boots and stepped on the water outside and refused to go home. Not only did he catch a cold, but he also stained the floor I had just cleaned. I pinched his butt for the first time. 】Yuan Jiayi couldn't help laughing. When Yuan Miao wrote the letter, the focus was very strange. The degree of the cold was obviously more serious than the dirty floor, but she wrote it so awkwardly.

After reading each letter, Yuan Jiayi would carefully fold the letter paper into its original shape according to the original creases, but limited by the wound on his hand, he accidentally tore the folded corner in his hand.

He touched the broken place distressedly, and frowned regretfully.

Suddenly, his eyes froze on a hospital report that was folded and the red stamp inside could still be seen.

Bo Shenyan stood by the window outside Duan Fu's ward, listening to Wo Ze explaining the situation cursing beside him.

"I've asked the economic investigation team of the General Administration to investigate that old thing, illegally absorbing public deposits, illegally detaining, violating the parties..."

Woz put his hands in his pockets, flicked out a cigarette case and pressed it to his lips. Just as he was about to take out the lighter, a hand snatched the cigarette from behind him and threw it into the trash can beside him.

"Don't smoke, he'll be sick."

Wo Ye's age looks like he's still in college, his strong and slender arms and legs seem to have grown up specially for playing basketball, but the mature look of controlling his brother with a pair of beautiful eyes is not as mature as lying in the house Duan Fu immature half points.

"Hiss—you little bastard..."

Team Wo, who felt ashamed, was about to kick him, but was interrupted by Bo Shenyan.

"Hospital."

Wo Ze just nodded, but still turned around and slapped Wo Ye on the back of the head, "Little bastard, do you know how much trouble he caused me?"

Bo Shenyan knew that he was talking about Duan Fu shooting to kill Yuan Jiayi.

"Those people deserve to die. If I was there, I would have shot faster than him." Wo Ye held his head in disbelief.

"Tsk, you fucking—"

Wo Ze raised his hand to hit him again, but Bo Shenyan hurriedly stopped him, and said to Wo Ye, "Xiaoye, go in and take care of Mr. Duan."

Wo Ye, who always respected Bo Shenyan, nodded, said goodbye to him, and walked back to Duan Fu's ward.

Bo Shenyan leaned against the wall, patiently listened to Wo Ze's follow-up explanation, and thought silently as he turned the ring on his finger.

Wo Ze received the call and went back to the police station, and Bo Shenyan also walked back to the door of Yuan Jiayi's ward, but heard a low cry of pain coming from inside.

He hastily opened the door, his eyes chasing from the empty bed to the sofa.

Bo Shenyan strode over from the door, snatched the thing from Yuan Jiayi's hand that made him break down and cry, and looked down.

His pupils constricted sharply, and he looked at Yuan Jiayi who was sitting on the ground with a blank expression in disbelief.

Why……

Song Jiaoyan... is his mother? !

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