"Want a picture of vinho?"
"Yes."
As for what to do with the photos of Chu Wenhuo, Liu Jing didn't say clearly, just told him that she wasn't sure she would succeed 100% at this point.
"Don't worry about trying." There is no picture of Chu Wenhuo in Chu Yixiu's mobile phone.
He called Chu Shaohua and asked him to send him a recent picture of Chu Wenhuo.
Chu Shaohua takes Chu Wenhuo in the presidential palace. After learning that he is not in any way, he doesn't rush to the hospital to see him.
But choose to appease the frightened Chu Wenhuo first.
Chu Shaohua took a picture of Chu Wenhuo himself and handed it to him.
After receiving the photo, Chu Yixiu immediately sent the photo of Chu Wenhuo to Liu Jing.
After all this, the door of the ward rang. He put his cell phone under the pillow and closed his eyes.
The dusty Chu Yue pushes the door in, sees the son lying on the sickbed, anxiously walks quickly, "also repairs, how is the body?"
Chu Yixiu slowly opened his eyes and watched Chu Yue's tense expression as if he were not faking. His mind moved. Did his father still care about him?
After his mother was put to death and indifferent, I heard that he was injured. I rushed to the hospital to see him in person at the first time
"Father..."
Chu Yue held his hand and scratched a trace of Stoic anger at the bottom of his eyes: "Yexiu, don't talk, take a good rest. I won't let it go! "
His absence from Kyoto for a long time does not mean that his son can be bullied at will.
People who died for three years suddenly came back alive. Instead of being brothers and sisters, they bullied Chu Yixiu even more.
This time, too much hurt the fundamental of men.
Chu Yue's chest was burning with anger. Chu Zhong's partiality to Chu Zhi was ignored, even if he was unfairly treated. Now, he even implicated his two children to suffer the same unfair treatment as him.
He can't stand it!
"Father, are you serious?"
Chu gets up straightly, the Mou color is deep, "my appearance is like to be joking?"
Chu Yixiu smiled, his smile mingled with weakness. "Father, it's useless. The reason why Chu Huaijin dare to deal with me openly and boldly is that his grandfather will be partial to him. Don't go to grandpa to argue. You can't get cheap. "
These words, stop in Chu Yue's ear, only feel extremely sad.
When Sheng was executed in the late Qing Dynasty, he never showed up. He also knew that Chu Yixiu and Chu Shaohua brothers felt that he was cold-blooded and merciless, and had no justice.
They don't understand. It's a foregone conclusion. It's useless for him to say more. He can only choose to be wise.
Now, his son is seriously injured, and he really can't help watching him be swallowed, let alone whitewash himself.
"Also repair, you rest assured that this time in any case, I will let Chu Huaijin give you a satisfactory account!" Chu Yue turns around and walks away.
Just opened the door of the sick room, there stood the Master Chu and Pei sanshao holding the flowers in person.
Seeing Chu Yue, Master Chu's face was still calm. He raised his lips and said, "uncle, I haven't seen you for a long time."
Chu Yue's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of violence, as if Chu Huaijin had killed his hateful enemy and would tear him to pieces.
Pei sanshao also smiled implicitly: "good Mr. Chu."
"What are you doing here?" Chu Yue, holding the door in one hand, did not release it and stood at the door in a blocking position.
Young master Chu turned his head and looked back. "It's said that he has also recovered. It's OK. Ah chin and I will come to see him in person."