Undeniably, this was the most appropriate title he had ever heard.
Ling Yansen smiled.
He really had no damn hope that He Yi would recognize his son, who had been abandoned for more than twenty years. Anyway, he was born to be the one destined to be abandoned.
Yes. Destined.
"Mr. Ling! If you are not deaf, I think you should be able to hear the sincere invitation I just made!"
He Yi was a little impatient. She simply couldn't bear to lose in front of Ling Yansen. They were not strangers, they were born to be enemies to the death! If she had any sense before, she knew she was guilty.
As for this son, the explosive inside story that Jiang Henhan's operation failed and that the damn heart was arranged by Ling Yansen for the organ sharing network made her completely lose her mind.
Ling Yansen raised his eyebrows. Regarding He Yi, who even spoke with such a gorgeous official accent, the gaze that was reflected towards He Yi from those long and narrow eyes filled with countless darkness could not be called a gaze.
"Ms. He, deafness is mostly caused by genetics. I think that if Ms. He's ears are not deaf, then the possibility of my ears becoming deaf is not high. Just like the temperature of the heart, if Ms. He, your heart temperature can be slightly warmer
A little, then, due to genetic possibilities, my heart temperature will not be so cold. Do you think so, Ms. He? "
Ling Yansen's cold words, as well as Ms. He's precise and precise words, were like bullets fired from countless guns, quickly piercing through the expressionless disguise on He Yi's face.
As a result, her face began to tear, and blood clots fell to the ground piece by piece like contaminated wall dirt.
As a result of losing her hair, she lost her face.
People who have no face naturally cannot say shameful things.
"Follow me! I have something to tell you!"
He Yi didn't look at Ling Yansen's expression. Her neck was trying to be fixed by the steam iron, but it could only breathe out layers of scalding heat, but the machine was just a machine. She couldn't raise her head, so she couldn't move steadily.
Glancing at Ling Yansen's face, even for a second.
She turned around, and Ling Yansen could see her trembling back, which was very straight, as if it was deliberately straight, for fear that if she took a step forward, she would be pressed down by something and unable to straighten her back.
Ling Yansen's expression was a bit like that of Jesus who was crucified on the cross at the end, with blood all over his body but extremely calm and open-minded. His eyes were pathetic. He thought, no wonder he couldn't look like a normal person, because the person who gave birth to him was not a human being at all.
Of course, he still left with He Yi.
Knowing that this was a century-old grand and unparalleled injury, he still chose to bear it, even though the floor of his feet was really painful, like walking barefoot through a series of thorns, the pain was like a long drive from the soles of the feet to the depths of the heart and lungs.
The place He Yi chose to talk was the parking lot.
The underground parking lot was as silent as a deep pool or hell, and the lighting was not bright enough. There was no one here, so she could do things unscrupulously that no one would do.
When Ling Yansen stood two centimeters away from her, her anger burst out wantonly in a deserted place. She raised her hand towards Ling Yansen's evil and gloomy face, imagining that she was like that day in the cemetery, throwing it away with one hand.
Go down and vent your anger heavily.
But Ling Yansen's hands were faster.
The tiger's mouth caught her wrist, and the next second, Ling Yansen, who hated such a touch, quickly threw her hand away.
He told her with disdainful actions that the reason why he was beaten in the cemetery that day was because of his acquiescence, consciously or unconsciously.
So he curled his lips and smiled with an evil and wanton expression. On his thin lips, the curved smile that seemed to be swinging almost blinded He Yi's eyes. He opened his lips and his voice was cold and lonely.
This empty underground parking lot is exactly the same.
"Except for the blood in my body that I spurn, my body, my face, my dirty heart and my long-dead soul have nothing to do with you He Yi. So, you don't just want to hit me.
You can hit me as you like, but I won’t hit you because of my own considerations. I don’t want to be like you and do something that violates ethics and will be punished by God. I’m a gentleman, so I won’t fight back. Ms. He, I
I hope you understand that every move you make now is in sharp contrast to mine. Every word you say, every thing you do
Everything is just a slap in the face to yourself."
He spoke neither fast nor slow, and his voice was low and dry, as if he was announcing a crime. It was smooth, ruthless and tasteless, and even more transparent than his thin body.
He Yi's face showed that she must have suffered many invisible slaps that made her extremely painful.
When she was extremely angry, she would unbelievably remember that the damn monster standing in front of her was her son. How could she tolerate that as a mother, she lost face in front of her son, even speaking,
Can't even say it?
So every word she said next was poisonous.
"Mr. Ling, don't go too far. I have found out everything you did to Xiaohan. Even if you were in the cemetery that day, you didn't mean to kick his life-saving medicine bottle into the pit and make him sick.
, so what’s going on this time, you deliberately arranged to give the heart to the organ sharing network? Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking about! It’s really hard for me to imagine that you are still a human being, even if Xiaohan is because of you
What happened to your eldest brother has angered you, but he is already terminally ill, how can you bear to punish him like this! You gave us hope, in the name of doing good things, but in fact you really want to bring Xiaohan to death! He is so pitiful, my Xiaohan
, there is not much chance that he can survive a heart transplant, and you still give him a heart that will reject it. You really make me sick, you know!"
Ling Yansen didn't answer.
He was fortunate that the light here was dim, so He Yi couldn't see the veins on his temples that were about to explode and the painful sweat beads on his forehead that were covered by his narrow bangs.
Now, not only the whole body, but also the attachments on the body, such as sweat beads, began to hurt under the poison of He Yi.
He didn't bother to mention the common medical knowledge that even this heartless woman knew. Before performing a heart transplant, even the most professional and capable doctors would not know whether it would be possible to put a new heart into the patient's body.
produce a rejection reaction.
So, Ms. He, you should really forgive me. I am just a layman who is good at anatomy.
In fact, it’s your fault for not being able to give birth to a god who can predict the future, right, Ms. He?