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"Sen."

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone. Although the man kept calling him that, after all, he still felt a little too intimate in his heart. Qi Sen frowned slightly, hummed, and asked, "Where are you going?" How is it?"

"I don't have a big problem here, just don't show your feet."

After he finished speaking, he smiled twice in a good mood, and tapped the corner of the table with his fingers.

Qi Sen: "He didn't suspect me."

"That's right," the person over there echoed, "How could he have thought that he would be raped by his own son."

Qi Sen pursed his lips, with some displeasure between his brows: "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."

The other end snorted: "You don't want to chat with me a little more? Thanks to me here helping you take care of things with all my heart, I didn't expect you to be so indifferent, tsk tsk."

"Mr. Hua, you are a busy person, so I won't bother you."

Hua Wenyi laughed out loud, almost unable to straighten his back. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and rarely became serious: "Come back as soon as you finish your work. I am also short of manpower. Your father was investigating some time ago. It was almost on my head, so let me say it first, if it drags me into the water, I don't care."

Qi Sen snorted softly: "You have to take care of the grasshopper on a rope."

"By the way, how is that boy from the Yu family?"

The smile on the corner of Qi Sen's mouth froze. He and Yu Minglang hadn't seen each other since Zhu Ya escaped from marriage. Yu Zhengyan put him under house arrest, and the people he called couldn't find anything.

"I……"

Hua Wenyi sneered: "That kid is lying half dead in the hospital now, don't you know?"

"what?!"

"Hehe, you really don't know? I said that kid from the Yu family is lying in the hospital right now, half dead. It is said that he hit his head and almost lost half his life..."

Qi Sen only felt in a trance for a while, and the other end of the phone was still chattering: "I said, do you really like him? I know all about this and you still don't know. Otherwise, you can give him to me, anyway. you also……"

Qi Sen's face turned pale, and his body trembled slightly: "Hua...Hua Wenyi, what do you think happened to him?"

Hua Wenyi was silent for a while. He realized that Qi Sen's state was not right, and he quickly comforted him: "You, don't worry, I heard that something happened to the young master of the Yu family and he fell down from the second floor. , hit the head, but has been sent to the hospital."

"Don't worry, he should be fine now, and he should still be lying in the hospital. His father is so capable, how could he not be able to save him?"

There was a strange groan over there: "Why don't you know? Even I who live abroad know it, but you don't know it in City A?"

Yu Zhengyan blocked the news from Zhu's family. Qi Sen's hand pinched the phone, and his phalanges ached.

He spoke with a hoarse voice: "Uncle Hua, can you help me find out which hospital Minglang is in?"

Hua Wenyi muttered, "Okay, okay, I'll help you check, but don't call me uncle next time, it sounds old."

Hua Wenyi helped him get the address of the hospital, and he went to the hospital in the evening. Yu Zhengyan sent someone to guard the door, and there were two big men in black standing outside the ward.

Hua Wenyi told him that a doctor would come to make rounds at this time every night, and he bribed the doctor on duty tonight to let Qi Sen mix in, but he couldn't stay for long, he had to come out in a while.

Qi Sen changed into the doctor's white coat, walked over to a medical record book, and held a ballpoint pen. The mask covered more than half of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes visible.

Qi Sen walked to the front of the ward, showed the work cards to the two of them, and said to them, "Ward round."

The two men didn't make any trouble, and directly opened the door for him.

After Qi Sen went in, he closed the door. Yu Minglang's hospital bed was in the middle, half blocked by the curtain, so he couldn't see anything.

The light in the room was dim, except for a light on the bedside. Qi Sen walked a few steps, but suddenly he didn't have the courage to go in.

Probably because the room was too quiet, only the faint "didi" sound of the machine could be heard, and there was no trace of life, as if there was no one in the room.

He opened the light blue curtain with his hand, and Yu Minglang's pale and bloodless face came into his eyes. The young man on the bed had a tube inserted into his body, his head was wrapped in gauze, and he was asleep. Pasted on the eyelids, it was as pale and delicate as a doll, and his chest could not be seen rising and falling. If it wasn't for the beating of the instrument next to him, he would have thought that the person in front of him was already a dead person.

Qi Sen made two "cuckoo" sounds in his throat, he opened his mouth and called out, "Minglang..."

But no one answered him, and the young man was still in a coma.

He remembered Hua Wenyi's words that Yu Minglang fell from the second floor and hit his head, and he still hasn't woken up yet.

He stretched his hand forward and touched Yu Minglang's cheek. There was also a chill on his cheek. Qi Sen's eyes became hot, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of powerlessness. He couldn't do anything now, even the aboveboard It's not okay to come and see this person, you can only sneak around like a thief.

He wanted to say, Minglang, wait for me.

But this sentence, he couldn't say it.

The door of the ward was opened, and one of the men in black asked softly, "Doctor, are you alright?"

He stayed in the room for a while, Qi Sen withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, pulled the curtain and walked out.

The moment the door was closing, the fingers of the person on the bed moved suddenly.

Yu Minglang was in a coma for a few days, and woke up heavily one afternoon. In his sleep, he seemed to hear someone calling him. The person's face was blurred, and when he stretched out his hand, there was nothing. When he saw it clearly, he was startled, that person was none other than Yu Zhengyan, Yu Zhengyan who had emaciated a lot.

When Yu Zhengyan saw him wake up, he seemed to be suddenly relieved. With the same expression, he stood up without changing his face and rang the calling bell.

Yu Minglang was very weak, his head hurt so badly, he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, his eyelids drooped and he felt very tired.

Yu Zhengyan looked at him, his eyes were different from before, with a kind of indifference and scrutiny.

Doctors and nurses came in one after another and gave him a routine examination. He heard these people say to Yu Zhengyan: "It's fine when you wake up, there's nothing serious, the young master's body is in good condition, but he's a little too weak. "

Yu Zhengyan nodded, which meant that he knew it. After the doctors had left, there were two people left in the ward. The two were relatively silent. Yu Minglang closed his eyes, not wanting to see him. The butler called and told him to come over.

With his eyes closed and his face sunk in the pillow, he could feel Yu Zhengyan looking at him.

He thought Yu Zhengyan wouldn't talk to him anymore, but after a long time, he heard the man say, "Is that why you don't want to be my son?"

The voice was no different from what it usually sounded, only a little colder.

He heard Yu Zhengyan say, "When you recover, get out."

"Just treat me as Yu Zhengyan, who never gave birth to you."

Then there was the sound of the door being opened and closed, a "bang", echoed in the ward, Yu Minglang slowly opened his eyes, the curtains fluttered, and dappled sunlight poured out. Apart from him, there was no one else in the room. others.

The butler came late half an hour later. The old man was dressed very decently, still wearing a straight suit and gloves on his hands. Although his expression was maintained very well, his eyes were still red when he saw him .

Yu Minglang fell to his head and broke an arm, and he was lying on the hospital bed, unable to move.

"few……"

The butler called halfway, but thought of something, but didn't call out.

It was not only him who came, but also a young man with black-rimmed glasses and a gentle appearance.

The man looked at him with some scrutiny, but it was well concealed. The butler moved his hand to signal the man to come over. The man came up and put down the things in his hand.

He looked at Yu Minglang's appearance, pondered for a while, and said, "Let's take a look at these things when you are better."

He seemed to understand Yu Minglang's doubts, and explained with a smile: "This is the severance letter that Mr. Yu asked me to draw up."

The man picked up those things again, flipped through them, and said, "There are still quite a lot of documents, but they are mainly about some minor aspects. Mr. Yu said that he will not pursue the expenses that were spent on you before, just treat them as documents." He sponsored a child, and he also paid for your medical expenses in the hospital. After you sign this document and leave the hospital, you will have nothing to do with the Yu family."

"It's also very clear. If you have something you don't understand later, you can call me and ask me. I'll be there on call."

The man had a smile on his face, but his voice was cool.

"Enough, you go out first."

The butler pushed the man aside, and the man was sensible, and nodded with a smile: "Then Mr. Gu, I'm leaving first."

The butler waved without raising his head, and sat in front of Yu Minglang. He looked at Yu Minglang, raised his hand to tuck the corner of the quilt for him after a while, and said suddenly: "When you are unconscious, sir, you will come to me as soon as you are free." Come and see you."

There was some sadness in the housekeeper's eyes, and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes deepened: "Mr. is a knife-mouthed bean curd heart. Although he doesn't say it, he loves you in his heart..."

"I know the two of you are angry, but I didn't expect it to become like this. That day... what did you say to the husband inside, why, how did you even draw up this document..."

His voice trembled, and Gu Ji's tone was a little pleading for the first time: "Just treat it as Uncle Gu begging you, wait a few days, go and confess your mistake to Mr., and be soft..."

Yu Minglang raised his uninjured hand, endured the uncomfortable pain and vomiting in his head, and suddenly grabbed the butler's hand fiercely. He desperately grabbed the old butler's wrist, as if he was in a rage: "I fell headfirst on purpose, but God's will was there, so I didn't fall to my death."

His hands trembled: "I have no choice but to gamble"

"I lived for him for more than [-] years. I tried my best to get a result. In the days to come, I should be able to live by myself..."