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Chapter five hundred and seventy-four, keep the world safe!

Before the car drove into the villa, Lin Ze smelled an extremely cold and depressing smell through the car window.

This is unique to the Han family villa, and it is the solemn aura that Han Zhenbei condensed after his stroke.

Lin Ze understood that after Han Zhenbei suffered a stroke, the atmosphere of the Han family villa could not remain unchanged at all. Just like the head of an ordinary family suddenly collapsed, it is normal and normal for the family to be shrouded in gloom and mist. thing,

As the car drove into the villa, Lin Ze keenly noticed that there were many more hidden sentries in the villa. If it was only the second level defense before Han Zhenbei suffered the stroke, it is now the first level defense.

It is conceivable that Han Zhenbei's stroke made the Han family and even Han Xiaoyi's nerves become more sensitive, so sensitive that they lost their sense of control.

bang,

Lin Ze opened the car door and as soon as he got out of the car, he felt a coldness from the outside to the inside, as if it was about to sweep through his heart, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Uncle Fu did not drive the car into the garage himself, but handed it over to a bodyguard in a suit who quickly came forward, and then led Lin Ze into the hall that during this sensitive period, ordinary guests and even the upper echelons of the Han family were not allowed to enter.

There were not many people in the hall. Apart from Han Xiaobao, who was sitting on the sofa with a confused expression, holding a glass of vodka and drinking slowly, there were only two maids cleaning.

Han Xiaobao caught a glimpse of Lin Ze with his blank eyes, and his expression suddenly tightened. He threw away the wine glass in his hand, jumped up and hugged Lin Ze's shoulder, which was not very generous, but could give him a strong sense of security. His voice sounded like it was tearing. Said: "Cousin, daddy has had a stroke..."

"I know." Lin Ze patted his back with a gentle face and said in a calm tone, "You have some backbone, you are a man."

Han Xiaobao fell into a sad mood and couldn't extricate himself. He just bit his lip.

"Where is your sister?" Lin Ze asked softly,

"Stay with daddy in the bedroom." Han Xiaobao said in a low voice,

"Go take a bath and have a good sleep. Do whatever you should do tomorrow." Lin Ze gently pushed him away and looked directly at Han Xiaobao's somewhat evasive, but more hesitant and helpless eyes. , said word by word, "I am there for everything."

When Han Xiaobao heard this, he looked stunned for a moment, and then said with a touch of emotion: "Thank you."

"Go and live like a man." Lin Ze pressed on his shoulder and followed Uncle Fu to the second floor.

This is an empty and cold corridor. When Han Zhenbei was healthy and painless, the Han family villa had a cold atmosphere. Now, it is even more stagnant and depressing, making it difficult to breathe.

Lin Ze walked steadily on the corridor, expressionless, and walked to the door as if it had nothing to do with him.

dong dong,

He knocked on the door,

click,

Less than five seconds after the knock on the door, the door was opened. The person who opened the door was none other than Han Xiaoyi, who had been tortured and tortured during the week when Han Zhenbei suffered a stroke.

Her eyes were red and swollen, her youthful and beautiful face was extremely pale, and her spirited body also looked a little tired, as if her energy had been drained in this week, making her look particularly haggard.

As soon as she opened the door and saw Lin Ze standing at the door, a bright color suddenly appeared in her dull eyes. She restrained her emotions very well and said in an extremely calm tone: "You're back. ."

"Back." Lin Ze stared at Han Xiaoyi distressedly, stretched out his rough right hand to stroke her smooth and cold face, smoothed her slightly messy burgundy hair, and conveyed warmth. Repeated, "I'm back."

Han Xiaoyi's eyes turned red and tears almost came out of her eyes.

"Go in and see your daddy." Lin Ze took Han Xiaoyi's cold hand and walked into the house. Uncle Fu exited the door very lightly and closed it behind his back.

Han Zhenbei is resting,

This may be his rare rest time. He can no longer review documents. He only has one hand left, and only four fingers can move. The thumb seems to have lost its muscles and bones, hanging quietly on the armrest of the wheelchair. superior,

He can only eat with a spoon.

let people feed,

Han Zhenbei is not a person who is good at playing tricks on others. This grassroots tycoon also cannot accept the fact that people feed him.

He can't write now, but he can still read, and his brain can still be used. Although it's not as easy to use as before, and it's very easy to get tired and sleepy, but he can still think after all.

During this week, especially in the three days after he woke up, as long as Han Xiaoyi did not complain that he was tired, he would non-stop urge Han Xiaoyi to read the documents, read the contract, and then sign. From this moment on, the names on the contract were signed. It's Han Xiaoyi, not Han Zhenbei anymore,

Han Xiaoyi has calculated it,

The contracts he signed in the past three days are worth a billion dollars in total.

Not to mention browsing and signing under Han Zhenbei's supervision, even watching Han Zhenbei browse and sign from the side, Han Xiaoyi's heart would be overwhelmed.

This is one billion. Within a few days, the brain will decide on a billion-dollar business. How much tenacity does it take to execute such a huge business every moment?

Lin Ze led Han Xiaoyi to Han Zhenbei, who was sitting in a wheelchair. He was glancing at the scenery outside the window with his peripheral vision, but he was not sad about the sadness of spring and autumn, and he was not entangled in the past decades. Is it true and worthwhile?

After Lin Ze came to the front, Han Zhenbei looked away. A touch of relief and emotion jumped in his still sharp eyes, and he smiled and said: "It went well."

"Smooth." Lin Ze nodded solemnly, but his heart trembled slightly.

Could this be the posture that the legendary big man should have?

Even if he was sitting in a wheelchair, even if all he could move was his increasingly fragile brain and four fingers, and even when the doctor issued a death notice, Han Zhenbei could still deal with it indifferently, without any emotional fluctuations. It was as if there was nothing in this world that he could not handle calmly, calmly, or indifferently.

Is this Han Zhenbei’s tone and attitude?

At this moment, Lin Ze had the urge to give a thumbs up, paying the highest respect to this predator who had long been indifferent to life and death, and didn't even care at all.

Lin Ze is not afraid of death. This is something that everyone including himself knows, but he has definitely not reached the level of Han Zhenbei. He can accept death, but it does not mean that he will not have emotional fluctuations. When he faces death, He will still have emotions common to countless ordinary people. When he faces paralysis, he will still be upset for a while. Even if he can spend less time in haze than ordinary people, he will never be able to completely ignore it like Han Zhenbei. on, as if nothing happened at all,

"Xiaoyi, we're here tonight, you go and have some rest." Fu Bo said to Han Xiaoyi who looked melancholy,

Han Xiaoyi nodded slightly, glanced at Lin Ze with some reluctance, and looked at her father with great sadness for a while, then turned and left.

"Sit." Han Zhenbei pointed to the chair opposite,

Lin Ze sat on the chair across from him and looked calmly at Han Zhenbei, whose appearance had not changed much but whose energy was much worse. He was at a loss.

"Smoking." Han Zhenbei took out a pack of Zhongnanhai with the four fingers of his right hand.

"Pump." Lin Ze nodded,

Then he stood up, helped Han Zhenbei open Zhongnanhai, lit one himself, and then handed the man and the cigarette to Han Zhenbei,

Han Zhenbei didn't say anything. He took a full minute to light the cigarette, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled the rich smoke, and joked: "Fortunately, I won't live to be eighty, otherwise I would be killed by my Pride will make you starve to death, and you will die of greed."

Lin Ze smoked silently, not showing much emotion on his face.

"Old Fu should have told you that I can live for another month. Xiaoyi and Xiaobao also know it. They are slowly accepting this fact." Han Zhenbei said calmly, "I hope they can accept it before I leave. "

"They can." Lin Ze said seriously,

"I hope so." Han Zhenbei took another drag on the cigarette, but could no longer stretch out his thumb to flick the ash. He allowed the ash to accumulate longer and longer, and said, "Guess who reacted the most after I left."

"It's not the Xue family." Lin Ze said,

"Yes, it's not the Xue family." Han Zhenbei nodded heavily, "It's the Chen family."

Lin Ze was shocked,

In tonight's conversation, how much information will Han Zhenbei reveal, and how much information will he reveal that even Han Xiaoyi doesn't know about?

Lin Ze didn't know, he just subconsciously sat up straight and waited silently for Han Zhenbei's next words.

"You just came back. I shouldn't bother you, but you also know my condition. The doctor said I can live for a month, but who can guarantee that after I close my eyes tonight, I can open them tomorrow." Han Zhen Bei shook his head slightly, took another puff of cigarette and said, "So there are some things, some things that Xiaoyi doesn't need to know yet, I want to tell you, do you want to hear it, or, are you willing to listen."

"Yes." Lin Ze nodded solemnly,

"Well, I'm a bit hypocritical. If you don't want to listen, you won't come in now." Han Zhenbei smiled and continued, "Chen Yifei openly regarded the Xue family as his number one enemy. He even revealed that There have been similar rumors, but what he wants to destroy more is the Han family. My physical condition has been problematic a few years ago. The whole Yanjing knows this, but only Chen Yifei cares the most because he is young and rich. Vitality, and I am already old, he can wait until the day I leave. It can be said that as long as I don't fall, even if the Chen family wants to expand again, Chen Yifei will hold back. He is not stupid, nor will he hold back. Silly, he knows that one move can affect the whole body. If he wants to fight, he must fight a sure battle. Xue Bailing is still very young, only a few years older than him, so it is impossible for him to touch the Xue family, even from a strategic point of view, With the collapse of the Xue family, Yanjing is very likely to go directly from a three-legged alliance to a situation where one is the dominant one, but he will not and does not dare to, because he is not sure of defeating the Xue family, so he will give up the dominance of one family and choose a confrontation between the two armies. In this situation, this is the safest and safest choice for him."

"So after I leave, what Chen Yifei wants to do most and is most willing to do is to attack the Han family." Han Zhenbei blew out a puff of smoke, and his sharp eyes gradually became blurry until he was sure that Lin Ze had digested After reading the above, he continued, "Xiaoyi has to carry it. No matter whether he can bear it or not, he must carry it. What about you, will you help him?"

"Yes." Lin Ze said concisely and clearly,

"Thank you is not valuable if you say it too much." Han Zhenbei said with a smile, "I have only said it to two people in my life, but in my opinion, saying thank you once is enough."

"I understand." Lin Ze nodded,

"If you can't hold it anymore, let go and keep them safe for the rest of their lives." Han Zhenbei looked at Lin Ze with burning eyes,

Lin Ze's mouth was full of bitterness, and he looked deeply into Han Zhenbei's anxious gaze. He could hear the helplessness in Han Zhenbei's words. A hero, a true man who stood upright, one who remained unmoved in the face of death, and one who stood firm in the face of death. A desperate man who counts the days and passes the last month without complaining, cannot guarantee the safety of his children after his death.

Who knows the powerlessness deep in Han Zhenbei's heart at this moment?

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