Yuan Jia looked scared and sat on the ground, chewing teeth in her mind: [Damn it! He Zhuo is dead?!]

System: [Not yet, but the situation is not very good.]

Yuan Feixing breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but tremble his shoulders and sighed: [Damn, my son is so awesome!]

System: [You still dare to call your son? Be careful that he will lift your ashes together.]

Yuan Feixing said casually: [Impossible, I can't bear to die.]

System: [Oh~]

As soon as he finished the system, Yuan Feixing was pulled up by He Yao. The man lowered his head and patted him off the dust stained on his butt, and then took out a handkerchief to wipe off the tears hanging on Yuan Feixing's eyelashes.

Then the system prompt sound came from my mind: [Congratulations to the host, the perfection has increased by 5 points~ A total of 30 points, please continue to work hard~]

Yuan Feixing: [It's all like this, it only rose by 5 points???]

During the rescue process, Yuan Feixing and others were in the corridor and were in a trance. Yuan Jia's little head could not carry the continuous changes in the family. He Yao hugged him and kept comforting him, as if he gave him all the tenderness. Yuan Jia was not close to Hong Manshu and his son, and after hearing that the other party was suffering from the consequences, he was more incomprehensible.

Later, he learned that He Zhuo's life was saved, but he might not be able to stand up after the spinal cord injury was severe. Yuan Feixing's feeling became more complicated. First, he lamented that the cycle of reincarnation was truly deceiving me; second, he vaguely felt that everything in front of him was under He Yao's precise control. How should this revenge knife fall down against Hong Manshu, He father and He Zhuo? How could he do it in a good way? He could do it with ease.

After He's father rescued him, he moved into the iCu. When Yuan Feixing came out, He Yao first helped him smooth out his hair messed up by disposable isolation clothes, and told him softly: "Wait for me outside." Seeing him nodding slowly, He Yao put on his clothes and walked into the iCu.

Yuan Feixing stood in front of the big glass and looked at the father and son who were not in harmony on the hospital bed. Because He’s father was too weak, the conversation between them seemed to be able to maintain superficial peace from afar.

Yuan Feixing frowned slightly and his eyes were blank. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he was actually listening to the live broadcast conducted by the system for him.

He's father gritted his teeth and asked, "Where is Azhuo?"

He Yao looked at him with a faint smile, "Mr. He is confused. Did you forget He Zhuo had a car accident not long ago?"

He's father trembled and closed his eyes and gasped, and then he asked with his lips trembling for a while, "A Zhuo is dead?"

He Yao did not answer, but looked at him with a smile. Tears were overflowing from the surface of He's father's yellow eyes, and his hands were knocking on the bed weakly, making an angry growl.

The embarrassing appearance gradually overlaps with the deepest memories of his childhood, which made He Yao feel a little surprised.

At that time, He's mother was hospitalized for mental problems. Little He Yao cried all night to look for her mother, and her tender throat made a torn cry. The nanny felt sorry for him and explained the situation to the housekeeper. He's father had never wanted to waste energy on this extra mother and son. When the housekeeper said that He Yao was going to see him, he didn't think about it and never considered what would happen if he had a child to see his mentally ill mother.

He was taken to a hospital with pale all around him. He was scared and excited. He smelled the pungent smell of disinfectant water, and the nanny held his hand and greeted the person in charge of the caregiver.

The man said that his wife was sick, and he was afraid that he would scare the young master. Before he finished speaking, a terrible roar came from the ward. The bed also made a harsh noise due to the violent twisting and impact of the people on the bed.

Xiao He Yao noticed the other party's rejection and immediately started crying. The crying sounded, and the screams and roars in the room stopped abruptly. The caregiver was stunned. Looking at the child's crying little face, he sighed, opened the door and let the nanny take him in.

He walked to the bedside and saw his mother whose hands were tied tightly. His small body held the edge of the bed and hugged his mother's head with difficulty. The woman who had been in excitement and mania before became extremely quiet. The sun was sunny in the ward along the window, and the mother and son were quietly standing together. The nanny who had been taking care of He Yao couldn't help sobbing quietly. The person in charge of the caregiver shook his head and sighed silently.

After he left, his mother's condition improved significantly and he began to actively cooperate with the treatment. A few months later, his condition relieved and his mother returned to the He family smoothly, but he still had few opportunities to see his mother.

Her mental state is still not stable. When she is in a normal mood, she is worried that she will hurt the child when she loses control. He Yao can see her mother about once a week. She will wear a beautiful long skirt and sit in the room waiting for him. The vase next to the table always has delicate flowers, sometimes roses and sometimes lilies, all with vitality and a rich fragrance.

The room where the sun and flowers are in the same room are as beautiful as a dream. His mother still wants to show her best even when she is in a bad mental state.

But in fact, he had seen countless horrible scenes of his mother going crazy through the crack of the door. He knew that under the long skirt, there were scars left by her own cut and scratching. In the carefully decorated shape above his head, there were a few pieces of alopecia areata areata left by force pulling.

When she was sick, she would use her head to hit the corners of the wall table, making a rough roar like a wild beast, and her eyes were full of tears and pain, but she was still willing to actively cooperate with the doctor's treatment when her emotions were stable. Although hormone drugs would make her slender figure and deep facial features swell and twist like a steamed bun. He Yao knew that she was in extreme pain, but she did not want to give up her protection for her children.

Everything about them, mother and son, was developed in a good direction with the efforts of their mother. Until one day, the mother hugged him, her extremely excited voice trembled slightly, "Yaoyao, the doctor said that my mother's condition is very good, and the dosage can be reduced from today!"

He had never been so happy. He thought that after his mother recovered from illness, he would see her mother every day. Even after school, his mother would wait at the school gate in a beautiful long skirt, and smiled and spread her arms to him.

He had also imagined that he could hold his mother's hand and act coquettishly. He didn't know how to act coquettishly, so he deliberately slowed down and observed carefully after school. He would still simulate and practice in his mind when he got home, but what he saw when his mother was carried away by emergency personnel.

The old nanny cried and said that her husband's girlfriend came to the house to talk to his wife. After leaving, the wife looked very normal, but she didn't expect that after she returned to the room alone, she swallowed all the medicines she could find at home...

He's father suddenly knocked on the fence beside the hospital bed, and the violent coughing awakened He Yao who was in a nightmare. He Yao slowly closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. When he looked at He's father, he slight smiled, which was full of irony.

He's father said with difficulty: "Even if Azhuo is gone, He has nothing to do with you... I... my will has been made and I will all give it to Xiaojia.

He Yao's smile remained unchanged when he heard this, and even raised his eyebrows and looked joking.

He's father curled his lips slightly and tried his best to increase the volume. "Don't be too proud too early. I think if you cheat Xiao Jia, you can succeed?"

After a while of gasping, he continued, "If he wants this family business, he must marry according to my requirements and must not be involved with you!"

He Yao touched his chin, and seemed to be completely unwilling to care about it. He looked at him with a faint smile and asked, "Anyway, you just don't want to give me your property, right?"

He's father roared weakly: "You beast...how do you match!"

Take a deep breath and continue, "Forcing the murderer! Demon like you! Beast! You will definitely go to hell!"

He Yao seemed to hear a huge joke, and suddenly burst into laughter. He laughed for a while before he could barely stop. When he looked at He's father again, his eyes were cold, "Hell is crowded, there is no place for me."

Then he leaned back to the back of the chair and said expressionlessly: "You have always been in good health, why did you suddenly fail in your heart in the past few months?"

Seeing He's father's hatred gaze, He Yao raised his hand with a faint smile, looked begging for mercy and whispered: "Mr. He, don't get me wrong. It's really not what I did, or I don't need to take action at all."

"Don't thank the wrong person when you go to hell, this is your good wife's own hands."

Her narrow eyes were hidden, and her lips were smiling faintly, and she continued, "He Zhuo and you were all done by her own hands, but the difference is that He Zhuo was her own harm to others and she was unable to succeed, but she had been planning to you for a long time."

"The causal cycle is really interesting, isn't it?"

He's father was trembling and had difficulty breathing. The nurse approached and reminded the patient that he needed to rest. When the visiting time was over, He Yao smiled lightly at the nurse and made a request gracefully and calmly, "I'll tell him about my brother's affairs, otherwise I'm afraid that the old man would not sleep peacefully."

Without waiting for the nurse to refuse, He Yao continued to say gentlely: "Don't worry, the last sentence, I'll leave after I finished speaking."

He Yao stood up and walked to He's father, leaned down and leaned into his ear, and said clearly: "It's better to leave the property to Xiaojia, after all, he is your favorite woman... the son born to someone else."

He's father scratched the partition with his fingers, and he could no longer make a sound in his mouth. He Yao looked at the medical staff who were walking in a hurry, and a pleasant smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He hoped that he would still be able to rescue him this time and let him live in a long and painful manner, the longer the better.

My mother was not rescued back then, and before the bones were cold, the He family had a new wife. He mistakenly thought that it was Yuan Yalan who forced his mother to death. He wanted to take revenge but couldn't do anything...

When he was kidnapped, his nails were pulled out by the robbers one by one. In the severe pain, he witnessed the bloody armor pieces mixed with the dust on the ground and swept into the plastic box. On the surface, He's father was busy messing around and missed the best rescue time, but he heard the conversation between the kidnappers in a dizzy time:

"I'll add money to the disabled, and I'll have seven hundred thousand yuan per leg."

"Fuck, this girl is so cruel!"

...

He Yao pushed open the door and saw Yuan Feixing who had been waiting at the door. His eyes were slightly wet like jade, "Brother..."

Suddenly, he was brought back to the world.

Before he could take off the quarantine clothes, a furry little head was hit in his arms. Ningsu's cold soul was instantly soothed. He Yao pinched his fair neck and whispered, "The clothes were dirty."

Yuan Feixing let go of the man, turned his head to the other side and covered his face with his hands. Tears slid through his fingers. He Yao quickly took off his isolation suit, hugged his younger brother in his arms again, and gently stroked his fragile spine.

The two brothers hugged each other tightly outside the ICU, and the background in the glass behind them was messy. After a while, a dull voice came from their arms, "Brother, dad, dad's situation...isn't it bad?"

He Yao's thin lips pressed against his soft hair and said softly: "Don't be afraid of Xiao Jia, there is an older brother here."

"Brother...Brother..."
Chapter completed!