Slag Gong's Loyal Dog Road

Walking out of the inpatient department listlessly, Shen Qingyuan saw a familiar figure from the back on the stairs at the door.

Xiaoqin turned her head and smiled bitterly at him, her eyes were swollen and red like two peaches, her arms hugged her shoulders and shrank slightly, helpless and pitiful.

"Are you here too?"

"Well, I didn't know something happened to him until He Jingrui called me." Xiaoqin's tone was trilled with sadness: "I'm really afraid that I won't be in time to see him for the last time."

"He is out of danger." Shen Qingyuan hurriedly comforted him.

Xiaoqin nodded.He smiled at Shen Qingyuan again: "Why are you here?"

"It's a long story." Shen Qingyuan sighed, "Aren't you going to see him?"

"His father is still here."

"I don't think his father will leave for a while."

"It's okay, I can wait."

Seeing Xiaoqin like this, Shen Qingyuan didn't know what to say.

He turned around and ran to the canteen to buy a cup of hot milk tea, brought it back and handed it to her, saying, "I'll stay with you for a while."

"Thank you." Xiaoqin pulled him to sit on the steps, thanked him and said, "It's lucky to have you, otherwise the time would be too difficult."

"At a time like this, go and see Brother He, his father won't say anything, right?" Shen Qingyuan said.

"I'm scared and annoyed by his father. Forget it, what if I get scolded again." Xiaoqin covered her stiff hands with milk tea back and forth, and said in a sad tone, "I can feel him here too... "

After a pause for a few seconds, she muttered to herself again: "Am I being too stubborn? Do you still care about being scolded at a time like this? What does it matter if you are scolded, I may never see him again. "The eyes rolled out drop by drop from her eyes, and fell on her hands and body continuously.

Shen Qingyuan didn't know how to comfort others, and racked his brains to think of only one sentence: "At this time, I think, he needs you very much."

Xiaoqin buried her head in her hands and cried silently.Although she couldn't hear the sound, she knew how sad she was crying from the violent shaking of her shoulders.

In Shen Qingyuan's impression, she has always been very strong and independent, and she is very calm when she is in love.Sometimes it even gives people a feeling that He Jinghui is just a beautiful scenery on the journey to her. She is attracted and stops, ready to leave at any time.It is the free and easy way to wave your hand without taking away a cloud.

However, seeing her heartbroken at this moment, Shen Qingyuan realized that her love was much deeper than what she showed.

If it wasn't for the extreme love, how could her windy footsteps be fettered by that man time and time again?

Shen Qingyuan couldn't speak, he patted her back with his hands, this is his usual way of comforting others.

After a long time, Xiao Qin gradually stopped crying, and while wiping the tears with a tissue, said softly: "This time, I will try again."

"Huh?" Shen Qingyuan didn't know why.

"I want to try again, stay and let his father accept me." Xiaoqin looked up at the sky and smiled silently.It was a smile after being appointed, calm but desolate, like a bird that voluntarily cut off its wings, it was so painful that it was willing.

This was her own private matter and had nothing to do with Shen Qingyuan, but at that moment, his heart still ached for that complex smile.

He Chenggong took his youngest son back to the ward.Once the door is closed, it becomes a small closed world, only the father and son and the eldest son lying on the hospital bed are left.

He first took a look at He Jinghui who was still unconscious, then closed the door of the patient's room, turned around, and a pair of sharp-eyed swords fell on his youngest son.

As soon as He Jingruifu met his father's gaze, his whole body trembled.Oh my god, dad is going to come to three trials!

Visually, the cane that Dad often uses as a murder weapon is not at hand, and at most he can slap him a few times, um, I'm not afraid of it.

His fear of He Chenggong is purely physiological, he can't be beaten too much, and his psychological shadow is too heavy, and now he is a married man, but I stare and tremble subconsciously.

Barely suppressing the fear in his heart, he made a cup of tea and respectfully handed it to He Chenggong, and smiled obsequiously: "Dad, drink some water."

He Chenggong took the teacup, blew away the froth unhurriedly, took a sip of water, and said lightly, "Tell me, what's the matter with that man?"

"He, he's mine..." He Jingrui licked his lips nervously, and a voice that didn't sound like his own came out of his mouth: "Love."

"Oh." He Chenggong was not moved by his confession, and said plainly: "You have to distinguish the seriousness from the seriousness. I never ask about your private life, but you can't embarrass the He family."

Hey, Dad is very calm, unlike his temper.

He Jingrui hadn't figured out the situation yet, so he replied reflexively, "Yes."

"It's a fart!" He Chenggong glared, and his raised voice boomed: "Do you know how embarrassing your performance just now is! I'm ashamed of you! It's just for fun, it's like a love interest , is the meat numb?! And his little brother, he must be severely punished, there is no need to discuss it!"

He Jingrui blinked, and quickly caught the message in his father's words - play?Severe punishment?

He immediately became impatient, stomped his feet and said, "I'm not playing, I'm serious about dating him!"

"You still fall in love with your virtue? Tell me, how many times have you been in love with those playmates in the past? Which one have you not spent a lot of money on? How little of our He family's money has been spoiled by you? You are my son, if you want to play with me, I don't care about it with you, but you can't play with things and lose your mind!"

Well, I have too many bad deeds, and I can't get over the relationship for a while.He Jingrui took a deep breath, temporarily put aside the issue of the identity of the little shoemaker, and let's talk about Zhong Xiulin first.

"Dad, don't talk about me first. His brother is not a murderer, why should he be severely punished?"

"Not an accomplice but also an accomplice!"

"People don't know about this at all, and they were implicated for no reason."

"Xiao Rui, did you make a mistake? Your brother is still lying in there, almost gone..." Thinking of the appearance of the boss covered in blood, He Chenggong felt lingering fear, and his hand holding the teacup was a little unsteady, " You don't feel sorry for your elder brother, but do you have any heart to turn your elbows out?!"

"Dad, it's two different things! If Zhong Xiulin is really a murderer or an accomplice, I will be the first to spare him! But the problem is not him, the police have a record, and he was only ordered to smash a car while drunk, not to say that he intentionally hurt others .”

"Before the murderer is caught, you conclude that it has nothing to do with him?" He Chenggong finally showed anger on his face.

"I know Zhong Xiulin. He is a weak chicken. He dare not kill a chicken. Besides, he must have a motive for killing a chicken. Why would he kill him if he doesn't even know who my brother is?"

"Even if it's helping a friend, it's possible to have a black hand or something. How stupid would you have to be to help kill someone you don't know?! It doesn't make sense logically!"

He kept talking for a while, and everything he said made sense, the president was not for nothing, his eloquence was better than before, his father was almost speechless.

"Xiaorui!" He Chenggong couldn't say no to him, so he could only use his parental dignity to suppress him, "Who is he, you want to protect him like this? You said you didn't twist your elbows out?!

"I'm a helper and not a relative." He Jingrui muttered dissatisfiedly: "You are right to protect the elder brother, but it's too unreasonable to talk about people so indiscriminately."

"You, you, you...you say I'm unreasonable?!" He Chenggong was trembling with anger. If he had a beard, he would definitely be blown away by the outburst of anger.

He Jingrui still stubbornly said: "In the first place."

"You unworthy son!" He Chenggong threw the teacup in his hand at his youngest son.

Even if he hid quickly, He Jingrui was still splashed with hot tea.

His father was so angry that he was looking for things to clean him up, and he was still thinking nonchalantly that there was a connection between smashing teacups, no wonder he used teacups to domesticate the little shoemaker last time.

When He Chenggong was so angry that he jumped, He Jinghui, who had been unconscious all this time, woke up in time.

Hearing the noise outside, he forcefully called out: "Dad."

The "Dad" sounded like a heavenly sound to the angry He Chenggong. He didn't care about getting angry, left the unscrupulous little rabbit/cub, and went straight into the room to look at his considerate big cotton trousers.

He Jinghui's face was as pale as paper, and the domineering president turned into a sickly and beautiful man.Not to mention his father's distress, even his heartless younger brother also feels uncomfortable watching him.

"Xiaohui, are you awake? Does the wound hurt?" He Chenggong held his eldest son's hand and asked in a low voice, his tone full of concern and love.

"Dad...you have high blood pressure...don't, don't worry..." He Jinghui whispered intermittently.

He looked at He Jingrui with dull eyes, and said, "Xiaorui, dad is not in good health...don't, don't be mad at him..."

These two sentences made the father and son who were like fighting cocks almost shed tears.

He Chenggong thought, the boss is too sensible!

He Jingrui thought, I am too inhuman!

At this time, doctors and nurses came in, and one of them took He Chenggong's blood pressure with a blood pressure monitor.

Holding the younger brother's hand, He Jinghui's lips moved, his younger brother leaned over to his mouth, and heard him call Xiaoqin's name.

He Jingrui whispered in his ear: "I told her a long time ago, and she was so anxious that she is probably still waiting downstairs."

A gentle and satisfied smile flashed across his face.

The few words just now had exhausted all his strength, and he fell asleep again after a while.

He Jinghui's brief sobriety meant that he was basically out of danger.His father and his brother's hanging heart can finally be relieved.

The father and son had been in a hurry all night, both physically and mentally exhausted, especially He Chenggong also had high blood pressure, and were advised by the doctor to go home and rest.

Before going downstairs, He Jingrui quietly sent a message to Xiaoqin, informing her that the old man was going home, the boss woke up and fell asleep again, and called your name before going to bed, the alarm is off, come and see your lover.

The boss met Xiaoqin in a dream, and He Jingrui was very sad.

Sitting next to the old man, he wanted to speak a few times, but the old man's face was colder than ice, and his poor mouth was so frozen that he couldn't open it.It feels so uncomfortable to have something to say and hold it back in my heart!

If he was wrong, he was doing it to help the shoemaker; if he was right, he really made the old man suffer from high blood pressure, so he was just a sandwich biscuit, right? !It's wrong to do anything, is there anything? !

He began to experience the embarrassment of his elder brother who couldn't have both lovers and family members.

When he got out of the car, He Chenggong's tall body staggered a little. He Jingrui saw it, and his heart was severely grabbed.

He hurried over to help.

He Chenggong glanced at him and sighed softly.The helplessness in that sigh made him cry again in his heart.

"Dad, would you like to lie down for a while?"

He Chenggong waved his hand.

There were so many accidents this night that I was so excited that I couldn't sleep.He just sat half-reclined on the recliner, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

A pair of hands carefully landed on his shoulders, paused for half a second, and then rubbed and pressed clumsily.

The son's hand is stronger than imagined.He Chenggong thought.

Dad's shoulders are thinner than he thought.He Jingrui thought.

He Chenggong remembered that He Jingrui always liked to hold his hand when he was a child.His hand was small and soft, holding it as if he was holding a piece of candy, which made a father's heart melt.

No matter how hard or tired you are outside, as long as you go home and hug your son, and hear him call "Daddy" in a sweet voice, all your troubles will be fine.

He Jingrui recalled that his father put him on his shoulders and asked him with a smile if his son wanted to fly?Then he ran quickly.He opened his short arms, and the wind passed under his arms. He raised his head in the sun and felt that he really had wings and was flying.

Sitting on Dad's shoulders he can fly.This was the deepest and most beautiful delusion he had when he was a child.

Many, many things slipped by.

The father and son sat and stood one by one, quietly immersed in their memories.

He Jingrui lowered his head and stared at his father's face.Every wrinkle on it is the spell of time.This once strong and handsome man used his best years to exchange for a good life for his two children, but now all he wants is for his children to be more obedient and upbeat.

In fact, such a request is not too much.

However, he didn't know that what he wanted his son to give up was the most precious treasure.He didn't know that his son would rather not have himself than let go of that person...

He Jingrui was depressed.It feels like I'm going to be split in half.

Even the boss can't solve this problem, what can he do? !

Originally, he could have delayed and figured out a solution slowly, but Zhong Xiulin turned what could be postponed into an urgent matter, how should he explain to the little shoemaker?

It turns out that Bangzi's TV series is not an exaggeration. If a relationship does not have the blessings of family members, all kinds of difficulties, pains, and double-sidedness, how can it be described as "hardship"?

The more he thought about it, the more his heart became blocked, and He Kubi couldn't help sighing one after another.

"What are you doing?" He Chenggong, who thought he was asleep, said suddenly.

He Jingrui was taken aback, "No, it's nothing. Dad, are you still asleep?"

"You howling there, how do you let me sleep?" He Chenggong closed his eyes and said, "Look at your obsessed look!"

"..." He Jingrui's hands paused, then he walked up to his father and knelt down, supported his father's knee and said sincerely: "Dad, I really like him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him."

He Chenggong slowly opened his eyes, and the cloudy pupils were suddenly full of energy, full of unshakable determination.

"Xiao Rui," he said in a straight voice, as if to let his son hear clearly, each word was slow and forceful: "This is absolutely impossible! I will not agree to it because he is a man! You want Don’t recognize me as a father if you are still stubborn!”

Damn, why don't you be so desperate!

He Jingrui had all sorts of dissatisfaction in his heart, but facing his father's old face, he suppressed all his arguments and could only say: "Why don't you think about it again?"

After staring at him for five seconds, his father said forcefully, "Get lost!"

Then...then He Kubi rolled away obediently and smoothly.