Mr. He, please respect yourself

Why beat him?

Is he doing something wrong?

But no one answered this question. Mei Shu's distorted and ferocious face carried a hint of secret pride, a hint of victory that finally came after all hardships. She pointed at Song Zicheng's face, as if the resentment that had been suppressed for many years was finally released, and roared loudly , "I'll just say it! You're a bastard! You still have the face to appear in front of Dad? Get out! The Song family doesn't have such a disgrace like you!"

Every word and every sentence hit Song Zicheng's heart fiercely, but he didn't dare to refute at all, and he didn't dare to condemn.Many people nearby were watching the fun, and some were taking pictures and recording videos, and there were constant laughing voices, but he didn't care about anything, he just wanted to see how Mr. Song was doing, not only Mei Shu, but even the two who caught up behind him. The great-aunt also pushed him away, shouting hoarsely at Song Zicheng for being raised by a 'mongrel' dog'...

Those sharp and harsh words were like an awl, piercing into Song Zicheng's heart again and again.

The scene was chaotic, Song Zicheng was pushed and shoved, almost fell to the ground several times, his ears were noisy, he kept staring at Mr. Song who was surrounded by everyone, anxious and helpless.

Mr. Song was quickly put into the car by the driver of the Song family, and the He family also sent a car to follow. Song Zicheng stepped forward, wanting to follow him to the hospital, but Mei Shu and the eldest aunt pushed him out of the car with one hand, and pushed Song Zicheng to the ground. on the ground.

"You bastard! Get lost! You are not allowed to go back to the Song family!"

After finishing speaking, he loudly ordered the driver to drive.The car started, and the exhaust fumes were choking. Song Zicheng was sprayed all over by the exhaust fumes, and his body was covered in dirt. He was surrounded by people watching and pointing fingers, but he turned a deaf ear to it. He had already reached this point, so it was nothing to be embarrassed and embarrassing. , Now he can't care about anything, he struggles to get up, and just wants to call an online car-hailing car to follow him to the hospital.

"Song Zicheng!" Mo Shao began to drive to Song Zicheng's side, and said loudly, "Get in the car!"

Song Zicheng looked at Mo Shaoshi in front of him in a daze, and Mo Shaoshi yelled again, and Song Zicheng finally regained consciousness.

Feeling the tingling pain from the palm of his hand after knowing it, Song Zicheng lowered his head and glanced at the palm, which was covered with bloodstains, probably cut when he fell to the ground, and then looked at his clothes covered with dust, facing Mo Shaoshi on the tent car whispered, "I'm dirty."

"Fuck!" Mo Shaoshi yelled, got out of the car and stuffed Song Zicheng into the car, "Do I hate you?"

Song Zicheng's eye circles turned red all of a sudden, he couldn't believe that he had fallen into such a situation, and there were people standing by his side, he immediately turned his face away, not daring to look in Mo Shaoshi's direction, but was surprised to see a man a few meters away from him. He Chumo was ten steps away.

He Chumo also looked at him.

This time, Song Zicheng didn't avert his gaze, his eyes met, and time seemed to freeze in an instant.

Song Zicheng's heart was pierced, because he suddenly realized that He Chumo had seen it, and he had just seen the most embarrassing side of himself.

There were many elders of the He family standing beside He Chumo. They seemed to be pulling He Chumo, but Song Zicheng had no chance to see clearly, because Mo Shaoshi quickly started the car, and in the blink of an eye, he had already driven out. He Family Mansion.

The hospital tonight was destined to be restless. Song Zicheng was even more panicked when he heard that the old man had been sent to the emergency operating room. He had just turned a corner and found the direction of the emergency operating room. Before he stepped forward, Mei Shu, who was waiting in front of the emergency room, had sharp eyes Spotted him right away.

"You still dare to come! You bastard!" Seeing Song Zicheng, Mei Shu seemed to have found an outlet, and rushed to Song Zicheng quickly.

Song Zicheng's heart skipped a beat at her aggressive appearance, before he could finish saying 'Aunt Mei', he saw Mei Shu raised his hand, and slapped him directly on the face.

Song Zicheng's face was already slapped, but now he was slapped again, and half of his face immediately turned red and swollen.

Song Zicheng not only felt the pain this time, he also felt that his head was shooting out of gold stars, and he was very dizzy.

There were still Mei Shu and several relatives of the Song family scolding, but Song Zicheng felt that all the voices had entered his ears, and there was only a buzzing sound. He was dizzy, and there was an obvious strange feeling in his nasal cavity, so he couldn't help stretching out his hand. a touch.

Blood on the back of one hand.

Did he have a nosebleed?

Song Zicheng's consciousness began to dim. He fixedly watched Mei Shu pointing at his nose and cursing, as if he had made a big mistake. The exquisitely inlaid bright red pearls on his nails were like his nosebleeds dripping on the ground. , It looks like a blooming flower.

In the end, Song Zicheng was pushed away by two relatives of the Song family. Song Zicheng remembered that he was the eldest aunt's son, but he couldn't remember for a moment what the names of the two cousins ​​were.

A kind nurse came forward to help him treat the wound. The nosebleed finally stopped, but the dizziness only increased. Song Zicheng resigned himself to his fate and sat on the stone bench outside the hospital, covering his head.

The light in the emergency room has been on just now, does it mean that the old man's condition has not improved?

The evening wind was very cold, and there were no stars tonight, Song Zicheng trembled, recalling every scene he had just experienced, finally couldn't help it, and shed tears.

There were many people coming and going to the hospital, Song Zicheng did not dare to cry loudly, sobbing and choking.

In the eyes of outsiders, even crying is just a normal state in the place of life and death.No one stopped for that thin figure, no one cared for that helpless cry, under the orange streetlight, Song Zicheng finally had enough crying, tears stained his face.

He couldn't go in, and wanted to show Mo Shaoshi the situation of the old man, but Mo Shaoshi just said he was going to park the car, and now he didn't know where he was going.And tonight, it's not impossible for him to return to Song's house. Now, where can he go?

Standing there in a daze, Song Zicheng took out his phone, only to realize that many people were looking for him.

Li Yaoxu, Mo Shaoshi, Uncle Li Zhengshen, Jiang Qing, and even Li Zhihui who was far away abroad also made a long-distance call to him.

He called back Mo Shaoshi's number.

"Hello! Song Zicheng! Where are you!" As soon as the call was connected, Mo Shaoshi's voice came over urgently, "Calm down!"

Song Zicheng said calmly, "Well, I'm at the entrance of the hospital."

"Fuck! What are you doing there!" Mo Shaoshi yelled, "Wait for me, don't leave again! Don't hang up, let me listen to you."

Song Zicheng said calmly, "Okay."

Song Zicheng was thinking that Mo Shaoshi must be afraid that he would do something stupid, afraid that he would leak this sudden paternity test, thinking that what happened tonight would hit him hard.

But how could Mo Shaoshi know that as early as a few years ago, he already knew this fact and had already endured such a blow.

In the past, it took him a long time to accept and digest this result. It's not that he didn't complain, feel sad, and suffer. It's just that these things have been diluted by time, and it seems that they have become indifferent.

What about blows?Facts only.

Since it is a fact, there is no other way but to accept it.So a long time ago, he was mentally prepared to be exposed.

It's just that he didn't expect that this unbearable fact would be made public in this way on that occasion.

"Song Zicheng, are you cold?"

Mo Shaoshi's breathless voice came from the microphone, and Song Zicheng vaguely heard fast and hurried footsteps, guessing that Mo Shaoshi was probably running, but wanted to make sure he was still there.

"Not cold, I'm not cold." Song Zicheng replied.

"Then are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

"Then do you want to eat?" Mo Shaoshi's panting became louder and faster.

"Young Master Shi, I'm very calm and I won't do stupid things. Don't worry." Song Zicheng said, "Don't run away. I'm at the entrance of the hospital. I'm not going anywhere. I'm just waiting for you."

"Song Zicheng!"

As soon as Song Zicheng finished speaking, Mo Shaoshi panted heavily, leaning on the wall, and appeared in front of the hospital.

"I...I'm here..." Mo Shaoshi waved to Song Zicheng with difficulty.

Song Zicheng suddenly thought, how wonderful it would be if the person in front of him was He Chumo.