Chen Jia's Cheng Zheng love

"What do you mean?"

Chen Jia looked at A-gan expressionlessly, and unconsciously grabbed his left wrist tightly.

"What do you mean, you said it! What do you mean he won't live long? Wasn't he still fine before I went out? Why did it suddenly happen?"

Agan bit his lip hard, raised his right hand and slapped himself three times.

"Brother Jia, I'm sorry, I promised you to take good care of Chen Zheng, but I couldn't stop him. I'm sorry!"

A sense of guilt made A-gan's voice tremble more and more weakly.

When Chen Jia disappeared, Chen Zheng found out the address of a man named A Liao from somewhere, and he stopped a taxi and drove there.Chen Zheng was in a state of madness at that time, and Ah Gan couldn't stop him at all.When A-gan arrived, he saw Chen Zheng lying in a pool of blood, a steel bar pierced through his right abdomen, and his blood-stained hand stretched straight to a photo on the ground.

The person on the photo is Chen Jia.

It's just that Chen Zheng's fingertips can only stay an inch away from the photo in the end.

A-gan felt that he would never forget such a scene for the rest of his life, and would always bear this guilt.

Chen Zheng was sent to the hospital by the 120 who came later.

The steel bar pierced the body, causing stomach perforation, diaphragm damage, lung penetration, and atelectasis on the injured side.With atelectasis and infection, the only option is a lung transplant, but the success rate of the operation is very low.

These are the words of the doctor.

After Agan told Chen Jia, Chen Jia collapsed directly beside the hospital bed.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Chen Jia's face was pale, his eyes were distracted, and he kept shaking his head.

"How can this happen... how can..."

Chen Jia was scratching his head tightly, because his head was injured and his hair was shaved, so at this time, Chen Jia used his nailless fingertips to scratch his scalp, and there were red scars, which were shocking. Chen Jia didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

"It's all my fault! If I hadn't been so impulsive that day, nothing would have happened! Damn me, damn me!"

Chen Jia clenched his fist and slammed on his injured part, the white gauze on his head faintly oozing blood.

Seeing Chen Jia's appearance, A Gan quickly grabbed Chen Jia's wrist to prevent him from self-harming.

"Brother Jia! Calm down!"

As if Chen Jia didn't hear it, he grabbed Agan's clothes and asked with a choked voice.

"Where is Chen Zheng now?"

"Upstairs... the ward..."

As soon as Agan finished speaking, Chen Jia loosened Agan's clothes, got up and wanted to go out, but just took a step, and fell to the ground.

The severe burn on the foot damaged the nerves. Chen Jia felt no pain, but could not stand still.

Chen Jia struggled to stand up again, but Agan hugged him lightly from the front, his face full of tears.

"Brother Jia... I beg you...don't be like this..."

A-gan's pleading did not shake Chen Jia's mind.

"Get out of the way, Gan."

Chen Jia's voice was colder than ever.

Agan shook his head.

"No!"

"I told you to get out of the way!"

Chen Jia roared at Agan, his chest heaved violently, the veins on his neck bulged, and his wet eyes became more red.

Agan knew that Chen Jia was very angry now, but he couldn't let it go.

So the two remained in a stalemate like this, until a strong, slightly angry voice sounded in the room.

"What are you doing!"

Chen Jia and Agan turned to look at the door, where a middle-aged man in a suit stood.

That was Chen Zheng's father.

The man glanced over at Agan who was carefully helping Chen Jia to stand up, and landed directly on Chen Jia.

"What are you going to do?"

The man walked in frowning, followed by Chen Xuan's mother, who was holding an envelope in her hand.

Chen Jia didn't answer the man's words, but relied on Agan's strength to stand firm and speak directly.

"I'm going to see... Chen Jia."

The man immediately became serious when he heard Chen Jia's words.

"He made you like this! You still want to see him? See what good things you have done!"

As he spoke, the man took the envelope from Chen Xuan's mother's hand and slammed it on Chen Jia's face.

Dozens of standing cards fell from the envelope, and the people on them were Chen Jia and Chen Zheng.

These photos are all fake, there is no front face, and the lighting is not good, but it is still possible to see who the people on them are.

And there are a few more, all of which are intimate photos of the two holding hands or kissing.

This photo immediately made Chen Jia think of the person who kidnapped him.

A Liao.

"Homosexuality? Others sent these photos to blackmail you, and you will lose face of the Chen family! You still have the nerve to meet him!"

Chen Jia knew that the consequences of messing with this man would be terrible, but in order to meet Chen Zheng, he couldn't control that much anymore.

"Let me go see him."

Chen Jia spoke without any scruples.

Agan beside him was sweating for him.

"If you dare to meet him today! I won't have a son like you! Get the hell out of the Chen family!"

"I'm not your son!"

Chen Jia yelled at the man, "I'm not your son! I'm Chen Jia! Not Chen Zheng! The one who is seriously injured now is your son! Let me see him!"

Chen Jia's mood was too unstable, and he wanted to see Chen Zheng let him say everything.

"For him, you actually say such a thing! Sinister!"

The anger between the man's brows deepened, and he raised his hand to slap Chen Jia, but was stopped by his mother.

"Husband, don't be impulsive, the child is just confused for a while!"

The man snorted and withdrew his hand. After all, he was his own son, and now that Chen Jia was injured again, he couldn't bear to do it.

It's just that this biological son categorically denies their father-son relationship, which is simply absurd!

"Xiaozheng, don't be so angry with your father because of that man. Your brother's illness has caused your father to worry a lot. You should be more sensible..."

"Let me go see him!"

Chen Jia still insisted, clenched his gauze-wrapped hands tightly.

"Why don't you listen to advice..."

"Stop talking, Shuping."

The man interrupted the woman's words, cast his cold eyes on Chen Jia, and only left behind one sentence.

"Until you recover, you are not allowed to step out of here!"

Turn around and leave.

Chen Jia broke free from A Gan's hand, and staggered towards the door, but Chen Jia, unable to stand for a long time, fell to the ground.

Chen Jia lay on the ground, raised his head to the door, and shouted with all his might.

"I'm not Chen Zheng, don't try to trap me again!"