Chapter 1109: Not hypocritical, but wronged

Chapter 1109 is not hypocritical, but wronged

The old man in the wheelchair looks very haggard. One hand is hidden under the

blanket, but he can't hide his sick trembling.

He Huatang has suffered a stroke for many years, and it has been a long time

since he has been in the world. If Rong Manli and He Qing disappeared one

after another, he would not drag the sick body out to preside over the overall

situation.

The impression of He Chen and He Huatang is about nothing.

He knew since he was a child that this father took him as a burden.

Even because of his birth, He Huatang felt dull, and virtually acquiesced to

the bullying and abuse of He Chen by the family.

The night is thick, with a crescent moon hanging high in the sky.

He Chen and He Huatang’s sights collided in the air across the shadows of

people. The father and son were too difficult to see, and their eyes were

alienated and indifferent.

In an instant, He Huatang was pushed to the threshold of the ancestral hall.

He looked at He Chen grimly, "Where is my son A Qing?"

These short words are probably the best portrayal of language hurting people

intangible.

He Chen is fortunate that he has been hard-working for many years, and he has

also trained himself with a bronze wall and iron wall.

Otherwise, the few words of He Huatang are enough to make the body exhausted.

He Chen rolled his Adam's apple and spit out smoke toward the front, "Your

trash son, do you need me to watch?"

"He Chen." He Huatang spoke slowly, probably due to a sequelae caused by a

stroke, "The future owner of the He family, you can't help but denigrate."

Compared with the irritability of several uncles, He Huatang is always calm

and calm.

Even in a wheelchair, the pride and indifferent features are not weak.

In fact, in the entire He family, the child most resembling He Huatang is He

Chen.

The eyebrows of the father and son are similar. The long and narrow eyes and

the three-dimensional outline are enough to see that He Huatang was also a

beautiful man who was famous for Pama.

He Chen sneered, and an unknown sarcasm flashed deep in his eyes, "He’s the

future patron of the He family, right? No matter how loud you give him a name,

you can’t stop the fact that he is a waste."

"You are still annoying as always." He Huatang stared at him deeply, and

sighed softly for a long time. "It's better to say directly, what do you want?

You open the condition, as long as it is not excessive, I can consider

satisfying you. "

He Chen pressed down his thin lips, came to the door with a cigarette in it,

and sat on the threshold drastically, "I want Rong Manli's life, will you give

it?"

"He Chen, don't know what is good or bad." He Huatang watched He Chen's

movements with an extremely disgusting look, and the palms on the armrests

were slightly tightened, "She is not the one you can move."

"Can't move, can you?" He Chen licked his lips, and snorted playfully, "Then I

will let you see if I can move."

As soon as the words fell, he handed A Yong a look. The latter immediately

took out his cellphone and dialed the number. “Send Rong Manli to He’s house.”

"Wait." He Chen supported his chin with one hand and said with a wicked smile,

"Send an arm here first."

He Huatang suddenly squeezed the handrail, "Nizi, dare you."

He Chen raised his eyebrows, "What anxious, when the arm is delivered, don’t

you know if I dare?"

He Huatang closed his eyes slightly, and after concentrating, his tone eased a

little, "You killed your grandmother back then, and the He family kept it for

you. Now if you don’t understand it anymore, you will only get yourself deep

in prison. , Why bother?"

"Why? Need me to be grateful to you?" He Chen's expression became more and

more cold and gloomy, and his aura was so frightening. "The old woman who

tried to sell me to the underground human trading black market is very guilty

to me. !"

As the father and son had more and more dialogues, the broken past was once

again relentlessly presented in front of everyone.

All these things, everyone in front of them knows everything.

But they did not show any kindness or sympathy to him.

He He Chen, how could he become a thorn in the eyes of the He family?

At this time, Yin Mo, who had been staying in the ancestral hall, had red eyes

and felt distressed.

All she knows is just the tip of the iceberg of all misfortune.

As more and more truths were revealed, her hatred for the He family grew

stronger.

Family like this, morality is not coordinated, let alone He Chen, who values

love and righteousness.

No, nothing.

Yin Mo never showed up, and she never showed up to bother him, because He Chen

said that tonight’s He family was his battlefield.

……

At the same time, Shang's old house.

In the pavilion under the moonlight, two figures toasted and chatted and had a

drink.

Standing outside the Pavilion, Liuyun and Wei Ang, both wearing Bluetooth

headsets, are always paying attention to the movement of He's side.

At this time, Shang Zonghai raised his eyes to look at the man opposite, "Did

you tell that brat when you came back?"

"No." Shang Yu lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves. His handsome face

was indifferent and indifferent.

Shang Zonghai squeezed the bridge of his nose under the lens, sighed, and said

with emotion: "The stinky boy is usually very clever, but at this time, he has

become hypocritical."

Don’t talk about the He family, even Pama’s other famous families, as long as

he speaks, the Shang family will spare no effort to support him to the end.

"It's not hypocritical." Shang Yu raised his head and glanced at Shang

Zonghai, tapping his finger twice on the stone table, "It's wronged."

Shang Zonghai pursed his lips in disapproval, "For so many years, he should

let go."

"If you accept your fate, you can naturally let it go." The man looked at the

distant night sky with a deep gaze, "But...someone has taken away their

identity as a mother and child. The so-called illegitimate child may be

deliberate."

Shang Zonghai’s wine glass stopped on his lips, “Hey, a little-known He’s

family, there are quite a few people who hide evil intentions.”

Shang Yu picked up the hip flask and refilled his glass, curling his lips to

the old man opposite, “Don’t rush to make a move, let him vent first.”

Shang Zonghai gave a short smile, "This kind of thing, you really can't be

rushed."

"It's good if you know it in your heart." The man looked at Shang Zonghai with

a smile, "I heard that you greeted Pama everywhere, so that they can't

interfere with He's family?"

The old God Shang Zonghai took a sip of sake on the ground, "Don't you say it,

since he wants to vent, I must let him vent without any worries."

……

Time is like water, in a blink of an eye at midnight.

He’s backyard ancestral hall is still brightly lit.

Drowsiness and exhaustion can't stop the situation from fermenting, because a

member of the mercenary group sent a ** right arm not long ago.

He Huatang was suffering from a stubborn illness. He suddenly saw a severed

arm on the tray, and his breathing suddenly rose.

He did not expect that He Chen would actually do what he said.

The broken half of the forearm is ** and bloody, if you get close, you can

smell a burst of gunpowder.

Surely, this forearm may have been broken by someone piercing the elbow with a

bullet.

(End of this chapter)