as long as you love

Hua Qi was blocked back into the room by the nurse sister.

Change the arm bandage.

The bandages were taken off one by one, and iodine and ointment were applied to the wound, which turned yellow, and the ends of sutures could still be seen vaguely.

Hua Qi glanced at it and didn't dare to look again. He turned his head and his lips trembled.

But when he looked up, he saw the bodyguard Jiang Dou looking at him without moving, and he was even more ashamed: "What are you looking at me for?"

"..."

Jiang Dou averted his staring eyes, looked out of the window as if nothing had happened, and silently suppressed the thought of going forward to comfort her.

——Young Master, let Hua Shao handle it.

"Okay. Remember not to touch the water. Don't take a bath today." The nurse packed up the tools and stood up, instructing Hua Qi.

Hua Qi nodded, but was very polite to the female nurse: "Thank you sister."

The female nurse was only in her twenties, she had just become a regular trainee from the compound, and was transferred to this leisurely VIP ward because of her family relationship.

She herself had a good impression of this handsome curly-haired boy, and when she heard Hua Qi's sweet address, she felt even more delighted at the moment, so she said a few extra words:

"I see, did you want to go outside just now? The hospital is quite chaotic today, you'd better not go out for a walk. There are a bunch of reporters around the ICU ward. I heard that they came here because of the car accident yesterday. They were just arrested The security cleared away, I don’t know if there are still slipping through the net.”

"You probably came in yesterday in a car accident, too? If you're okay, don't go there to make do, lest you be chased and intercepted by reporters."

Hua Qi was secretly surprised, but said politely: "I see, thank you for reminding me."

The nurse smiled and pushed the cart out.

Hua Qi sat on the sofa with his head down, thinking about what the nurse had just said.

He really couldn't understand, how could so many reporters be recruited in a car accident that injured a passerby?Oh... no, maybe we should also add... that scar-faced death.

Hua Qi covered his mouth and sucked his nose uncomfortably.

Like that reporter Lin said, committing suicide in fear of crime?

Not really, at that time the injured should still be being rescued, life and death are uncertain, the case has not yet been determined, so what is the fear of crime?

And it was found at the highway.

Hit someone and escaped more than ten kilometers before remembering to commit suicide in fear of crime?It doesn't make sense.

At that time, Hua Qi didn't know that the media had characterized the incident of the dead man at the expressway as a deliberate retaliation for drag racing.In addition, an anonymous person disclosed the names and information of the occupants of the two luxury cars, and behind the scenes, the promoters incited the masses to hate the rich and discredited several people.We also paid special attention to Hua Qi, who was not coded in the photos on the scene.

Those newspapers and media had never been in contact with Hua Qi before, they only thought that he was the son of some rich family, and they were happy to use him as a pastime news to entertain everyone.On the contrary, they were more shy about the information about Su Ran and Gao Ran, after all, they were the sons of the most famous companies in S City.

When the Chinese Confucians found out, there were all sorts of ugly words on the Internet, such as "being arrogant", "bullying others", "the face of an angel and the heart of a devil", and even "buying people's lives". The head was placed on Hua Qi's head.A bunch of people who don't know the situation of eating melons criticized this verbally and in writing, and their words were so vicious as to heaven.

The more angry Hua Yuru got to the extreme, the more calm and scary he became. He made a few phone calls in a cold voice, which scared Pei Jue and other senior executives around him so much that he didn't dare to say a word. Call someone to resolve the situation.

Only then did the savvy media see the direction of the wind, and found that they had faintly touched the iron plate above.So the manuscripts that were withdrawn were withdrawn one after another, and those that had already been published were bought out, and they tried every means to restore them. Finally, they sent people to apologize with a nod and bow, but at this moment, the phone number of Taiyu's senior management could not be reached.

A group of media people were trembling, but they couldn't get in. They were anxious like ants on a hot pot.Copywriters worry about losing their jobs and small businesses worry about going out of business.If he had known that such an inconspicuous child like Hua Qi was from the legendary Hua family in South China, he wouldn't have moved if he killed them...

But this is not a concern of the Chinese Confucian Society.

What he cared more about was the boy in front of him.

The clock on the wall of the ward read eight o'clock in the evening.

Hua Qi was sitting on the sofa in the ward, wearing a set of gray checked silk pajamas, holding a handful of playing cards in his hand.There are several stacks of cards arranged regularly on the glass coffee table, and the teenager seems to be playing some kind of card game against himself.

Huayu Confucianism approached, but the boy did not respond.

I don't know if I'm too engrossed or...

Angry?

Hua Yuru rubbed his nose, walked over and sat down beside him: "What are you doing?"

The boy didn't answer, but drew another card and put it in a stack on the coffee table.

"..." She was really angry.

He raised his eyes and gestured to the two bodyguards standing not far away. They bowed and exited the room knowingly.

"I heard that a reporter came to see you this afternoon?"

The boy paused, and finally had some reaction, and slowly put down the poker in his hand.

"What did he tell you?" Hua Yuru asked tentatively.

The young man raised his head amusedly, and jokingly said, "Don't you know everything? You still ask me? Is there anything else your young master of the Hua family can't do?"

He confiscated his mobile phone, sent bodyguards to accompany him everywhere, and was provoked by a reporter for no reason, and he couldn't even get an explanation.

Hua Qi was really annoyed.Obviously something is going on, but this person deprives himself of the right to know, which is too aggressive and forceful.

It was a moment of anger to say this, but Huayu Confucianism replied solemnly: "Yes——"

have what?

can't do...

Hua Qi was taken aback by this unreasonable answer, and then heard the other party continue:

"——to make you happy."...you see I can't do it right now.

"........."

It's too foul...!

Hua Qi's face turned red, she was both ashamed and annoyed: "Slick tongue!!"

"——Only for you." The Huayu Confucian voice was low, with a warm smile on his face, he approached and put the young man half in his arms, and asked warmly, "Did the reporter bully you?"

"No...he just said some things that were not good for the Hua family." Hua Qi twisted a few times, and then settled down, leaning obediently on Huayuru's arms.

"Don't worry about him, he's just a small shrimp being used by others." Hua Yuru said lightly, with a hint of disdain and arrogance flashing in his tone.

Hua Qi thought of something else, his expression became serious and worried, and he half struggled from the arms of Hua Yuru, "What happened?"

Immediately afterwards, a sentence came up, "—how did the perpetrator die?"

--really.That person still said it.

A dangerous glint flashed across the eyes of Huayu Confucianism, indicating that someone would no longer have good luck.He turned his head, and saw the radiance in the boy's eyes, curious, unyielding, ready to move, wanting to struggle, gushing out.

"elder brother,"

"You always keep things from me."

"You're not being honest with me."

The boy spoke calmly and clearly.

"Do you think I can't share your affairs? Or do you think I can't bear any burden?"

The voice lowered, and there was a bit of pleading and weakness in a tactful way.Teenagers tend to take advantage of this.

Sure enough, Huayu Confucianism paused, retracted the hand that was holding the person, folded his hands on his knees, and thought about it.

Instead of continuing to hide and hide without knowing the details, it is really better to tell him something.Chinese Confucianism.

So he said, "Someone is secretly targeting the Hua family."

Sure enough, this topic attracted the boy's attention: "Who is it?"

"I don't know, it's just that the turmoil in the surrounding areas has been a little unsettled recently, so we smelled something unusual. It may be that the higher-ups want to suppress it, or it may be a dark situation set up by interested opponents." Huayu Confucianism Holding the tail ring on his right hand, he said while thinking.

The young man didn't know much about this matter, so he frowned and said worriedly, "Do you have a solution?"

Hua Yuru was amused, and stretched out his hand to wipe the center of his brow, with a loving and steady tone: "What are you worried about? I have everything."

The young man's brows remained undiminished, and when he looked at the peaceful and beautiful person in front of him, he became even more uneasy: "What if they treat you..."

"Hahaha, you've watched too many business war movies." Huayuru smiled, and raised the corners of his mouth again, his tone was as confident and unrestrained as usual: "The person who dares to directly attack me has not yet been born. .”

Indeed, in the past twenty years of his life, nothing has ever troubled him.

The so-called proud son of heaven, God blesses him.Coupled with the talent and hard work beyond ordinary people, all the way to the present, the position above [-] people, there is almost no suspense or doubt.

In the past, Annan once commented that it is really rare for this son to be so accomplished and humble.

actually not.

All the pride and self-confidence of Chinese Confucianism are deeply buried in the bones, and it is difficult for outsiders to see the clues.

Maybe even he himself is not clear.

And this is very scary.

The author has something to say:

No matter how proud he is, there are things beyond his power... Yuru's words here can be regarded as setting a flag for him in the future.