The love of rebirth of a wealthy family Guan Fengyue

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Hou Qi gently pushed open the door, his movements were very light.The young boy on the bed with his brows and eyes closed was obviously still awake.

He took a deep breath to calm his breathing.When he received a call from the head nurse, he was negotiating with an important business partner about the latest jadeite public offering. After listening to the head nurse, he left his partner and hurried to the Central Hospital .

Hou Qi is the eldest son in the family, he was raised as an heir since he was a child, and he has always been able to distinguish priorities in his actions.He has never made such a low-level mistake as leaving his partner behind.But this time was different. The one lying on the hospital bed was his only younger brother, and also his only remaining relative since his mother and father passed away one after another.

From the golf course on the outskirts of the city where they were discussing business to the city center, even though Hou Qi was so anxious, it took a full two hours. He anxiously asked the nurse about the ward where his younger brother lived, and was told that the patient's condition was stable. Afterwards, Hou Qi leaned against the wall of the hospital covered in cold sweat, and only after a long time lifted his limp legs and walked towards Hou Jia's ward.

When he entered the ward, Hou Jia was fast asleep.

The young man has slender eyebrows and slender chin, and his whole face looks extremely delicate, but the blood on his thin lips has faded at this moment, and the thick gauze on his thin wrist is slowly soaked by the seeping blood.

Hou Qi is seven years older than Hou Jia, but his eyebrows are very similar to Hou Jia's, almost one glance can tell the blood relationship between the two.However, compared with Hou Yan, Hou Qi's figure stretched a little bit. At 1.8 meters, he was not considered short among men.Moreover, he has been immersed in shopping malls for many years, and there is a kind of demon rule and shrewdness in his temperament.

The sun cast deep and shallow shadows on the face of the little boy lying on the bed.Hou Yan turned over unconsciously, the broken hair on his forehead slipped off, printed on his fair face, and was stuck by the thin sweat on his forehead.

Hou Qi walked gently to his bed, and with his slender fingertips, he picked up the broken hair that was twisted on Hou Jia's face, and then sat down on the side of his bed, gently holding Hou Jia's gauze-wrapped wrist.

The wound on Hou Jia's wrist looked hideous, but in fact it only cut through the flesh and a few veins, and the treatment was not complicated.At that time, what he thought was "deep to the bone" was just self-exaggeration under his excessive tension.

After suturing the wound and infusing blood, the nurse sent him to the ward, and performed an intravenous injection on his intact left hand, and injected glucose to supplement his energy.

The only troublesome thing is that Hou Jia has type O blood. Originally, the central hospital's blood reserves should be sufficient, but today, three puerperas had hemorrhages one after another, and all of them were O-type blood. The hospital's blood supply was a bit stretched .Fortunately, Hou Jia didn't have any special blood type. As soon as something happened in the operating room, someone donated blood immediately outside the operating room.

Sitting on Hou Jia's hospital bed, Hou Qi watched his younger brother's pale face, the words of scolding swirled in his throat a few times, but he finally swallowed them down.In any case, it is always necessary to wait until the person wakes up, and for now, let him sleep.

Hou Qi sighed softly, got up and checked Hou Jia's bottle, turned around and went out to check his phone a few times, called the aunt who was cooking at home, and asked her to make some porridge and soup and send it to the hospital .

After ordering all this, Hou Qicai hurried back.

The scene in Hou Jia's ward made him slightly stunned. A slender and strong man was sitting on a chair beside the bed, with his back straight, his legs slightly apart, and his fingers slightly bent on his knees.Just a back view reveals a cold and hard aura all over him, and the stiff sitting posture also shows that the man is different.

If he hadn't been trained in the military camp, how could he have such an upright sitting posture?

Hou Qi frowned slightly.It's not that he doesn't know this person, he even said that he can be regarded as an old friend.But it was unexpected that he appeared in his brother's ward.

"President Li." Hou Qi walked slowly to Hou Jia's hospital bed and stood still, stretching out a hand to the man.

The man was also unambiguous, and stood up from the chair neatly, shook hands with Hou Qi, and let go in an instant.His expression was very calm, so calm that there was even a trace of indifference.That indifference was not aimed at Hou Qi who was standing opposite him, nor was it aimed at Hou Jia who was lying on the hospital bed.

It is a kind of indifference to the world and life and death.Not to mention the emotions in the world, even life and death seemed to be out of this man's heart.

So indifferent, also, so indifferent.

With the action of shaking hands, Hou Qi sharply saw the bruises on the inside of the man's arm.He himself had a dark complexion, and the bruise was not conspicuous on his bronze-colored skin, but Hou Qi still saw it.

Hou Qi knew that such bruises were caused by blood drawing.

The man didn't speak, but he seemed to have a power that could bring the surrounding atmosphere to freezing point.Hou Qi squeezed out a smiling face a little stiffly, put on a "please" gesture to the man, and said, "Mr. Li, sit down, thank you for transfusing my brother's blood."

The man didn't refuse either, and sat on the chair. The two of them were silent for a while, and the man suddenly said, "Hou Qi, what's the matter with Xiao Jiuer?" It felt like a mouthful of his saliva hit the ground, and it was a hole.However, this accent is proficient, with a natural and unknowing intimacy.

The man's words made Hou Qi speechless, he didn't know how to say it to this man.As for the younger brother Hou Jia, he hadn't seen him for a long time. Since the child passed away, he resolutely moved out of their home.All kinds of persuasion by Hou Qi were useless, so he had no choice but to buy an apartment in the city center and transfer the living expenses to Hou Jia's account on a regular basis.

It's not that Hou Qi doesn't care about his younger brother, it's just that his younger brother is too stubborn.After all, if Hou Jia made up his mind not to contact Hou Qi, Hou Qi would never be able to contact him no matter what.

However, it is Brothers Linked Hearts after all.Even if Hou Qi couldn't understand everything about his relationship with the young man, he could always guess most of it.Although Hou Qi was unwilling to speculate on his younger brother like this, he still had a vague feeling in his heart that what his younger brother did was inseparable from Li Siheng.

Because, the timing of Hou Jia's suicide was too delicate, and now is the time when Li Siheng's marriage news is spread all over the sky.And Hou Yan chose to commit suicide at this time, Hou Qi had to speculate whether the two events were related.

Li Siheng has some connections with the Hou family.Both are century-old families, and with years of accumulation, the two have almost occupied all of China's jade and emerald business.What is even more commendable is that the Hou family focuses on rough stones, while the Li family focuses on carving.The two companies have a benign cooperative relationship, relying on each other in business, and taking care of each other. After a hundred years, they can naturally be regarded as family friends.

In Hou Qi's generation, his parents passed away early, and the Hou family's descendants were weak. In Hou Qi's generation, there were only Hou Qi and Hou Jia left.It was when Hou Yan took over the family business, and Hou Yan was pitifully young.Hou Qi was able to take over this huge business in a steady manner, and Hou Jia was able to grow up safely, all of which could not be separated from the care of the Li family.

As for Hou Yan, from the age of ten to 14, he simply spent all of his time in the Li family.At that time, although Li Siheng was only 19 years old, he had already established himself.Because when he was 15 years old, he was entrusted by his grandfather and sent to the army early to practice.He served as a soldier for four years, and for the last two years, Li Siheng even stayed in the special forces.

When Li Siheng saw Hou Jia for the first time, Hou Jia didn't realize that he could touch his chest.The little boy was extremely thin, and his white and tender fingers seemed to be crushed by Li Siheng with just one grip, but there was still a little baby fat on his face, and he looked soft and sticky, and he would timidly call him "Brother Si Heng."

Li Siheng had never seen such a boy.In his heart, boys should be like his naughty nephews, running around all day long and fighting together when they disagreed.And the little boy in front of him didn't dare to speak loudly to him, for fear of scaring him.

Like a glass doll.

This was Li Siheng's first impression of Hou Jia.

But such a fragile child likes to be by his side.He has been in the army for a long time, and the sharp aura on his body seems to be able to cut through the air, so sharp that it seems to have substance, so almost none of the children in the family dare to act coquettishly to him.

However, Hou Yan just likes to follow him. Sometimes when Li Siheng raises his eyes, he can find Hou Yan secretly watching him.

Later, when Hou Jia was 14 years old, Hou Qi had almost cleaned up the house, so he took his younger brother back immediately.Then, Li Siheng lost news of the child.

Li Siheng never expected that the unusually well-behaved boy in his impression would reappear before his eyes in such a tragic way.

He came to the hospital today to visit an elder in a family.After delivering the fruit basket and flowers, Li Si got up and left without thinking that when the elevator door opened, the nurses would push out a person he looked very familiar with.

Although Hou Yan was surrounded by a group of nurses, and his face had no trace of blood, and his once rosy lips were slightly chapped, Li Siheng still recognized him at a glance.Almost subconsciously, as the nurses walked outside the operating room, Li Siheng frowned, and finally chose to wait outside the operating room instead of turning around and leaving.

When the nurse said that type O blood was needed, Li Siheng asked the nurse to take blood without hesitation.He thought he was not a soft-hearted person, and he didn't have much compassion for others, but he just felt that he couldn't let that young boy disappear into this world like this.

Even if it was just because of the four years they had been together, he couldn't stand by and watch.

Hou Qi didn't know how to answer Li Siheng's question, and Li Siheng also couldn't figure out why the young boy who seemed to be holding onto the hem of his clothes and following him closely all of a sudden chose to commit suicide, so the two of them could only do this. He fell silent without embarrassment.

At this moment, the young boy lying on the bed suddenly turned over, pulling the quilt with both hands indiscriminately, as if he might wake up at any time.

Li Siheng stretched out two fingers, clamped Hou Jia's injured wrist gently and accurately, and supported Hou Jia's slender white palm with his other hand, preventing him from moving around and tearing the wound.

At this moment, Hou Jia opened his eyes.