In the ward.

A thin, pale man was sitting on the bed when he heard the door open.

He turned his head slowly and looked over, and when he saw that it was He Qiao after the banquet, he showed a faint smile.

"You came."

He Qiaoyan sat beside He Qiaonian's hospital bed, "Brother, are you feeling better?"

"It's still the same, good and bad."

"I will let the doctor design a rehabilitation plan that suits you, and you will get better in the future."

He Qiaonian's expression was very calm, "I've gotten used to it over the years, and I don't think it's such an unbearable thing."

"But being able to walk and recovering memories is a good thing in the end."

He Qiaonian nodded, "The weather is nice today, I want to go for a walk."

"where to?"

"Look at Xiao Wei."

**

cemetery.

Sitting in a wheelchair, He Qiaonian looked at the joint tomb of the husband and wife in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but get wet.

After a long while, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, touched the face of the woman in the couple's photo, and stroked it slowly.

He Qiaoyan stood a few meters behind He Qiaonian, watching him quietly, without stepping forward to disturb him.

After He Qiaonian calmed down, he came over, "Brother, do you want to go home?"

He Qiaonian shook his head, "Let's talk about it later. They have accepted my death, and going back with a whole body of illness will only make them sadder. Let's wait until the health is better."

"Grandpa, grandma and mom and dad don't think so."

He Qiaonian looked at the calm, stable, and calm He Qiaoyan with a smile, and he carried the reassuring aura unique to a superior person.

He had thought that He Qiao's banquet would hold up well after he was not in the He family, but he never expected that he would do so well.

Even if he was in his heyday, he might not be able to lead the He Group to where it is now.

"You don't understand. If I return to the public eye like now, not only my grandparents, parents, and I can't bear it. I can't bear it after so many years. I still can't accept that I have become like this, and I don't need the media. And outsiders use me in my heyday to compare with me now."

He Qiaoyan understood that the elder brother could not accept the current self, and he was not ready for other relatives to see him.

"I understand, I'll keep it a secret. Are you still used to the rehabilitation hospital now? If you think it's not right, I'll change it for you."

"No. This one is pretty good, and I'm used to it, so you don't have to worry about it."

He Qiaoyan looked at He Qiaonian, and said solemnly: "Brother, you must get well soon. You are the first heir of the He Group. As long as you are well, I will hand over the He Group to you again." superior."

He Qiaonian waved his hand, "Finally, someone took this burden off my shoulders, and you returned it. Can you let me relax for a few years?"

"Brother, you know what I mean by that."

He Qiaonian was silent for a moment, then nodded.

What He Qiaoyan said to him was very simple, and it was undoubtedly a reassurance for him, letting him understand his position in the He family after he recovered from his illness, allowing him to recover and treat without any worries.

It would be a lie if He Qiaonian wasn't moved.

He Qiaoyan was not interested in business and wealth since he was very young, and he didn't pay attention to these things when he was growing up. Apart from going to school, he just played various exciting activities.

If nothing happened to him, He Qiaoyan's life would still be the same as before.

Completely on the sidelines of the He family's ancestral property and the He Group, and do something he likes after the right time.

It has to be said that he was the one who forced He Qiaoyan to go into business.

He Qiaoyan saw that He Qiaonian's face was a bit ugly, and said, "Brother, let's go back."

He Qiaonian looked back at Ye Wei's photo on the tombstone, "Let's go."

He Qiaoyan pushed He Qiaonian's wheelchair and left the cemetery along the road.

**

Qin Yiyue has been restless for a few days, speculating in her mind about countless measures and means that He Qiaoyan will take next, feeling as if someone is choking her throat.

On the one hand, she is constantly looking for countermeasures; on the other hand, she regrets telling Ning Fang the whole story, worrying that Ning Fang will do something extreme and hurt himself.

Ning Fang has done enough for her, and she doesn't want to affect Ning Fang because of her affairs.

Seeing Qin Yiyue like that, the little guy walked over and hugged Qin Yiyue's leg with his short arms, and softly called: "Mommy."

"Baby, what's the matter?"

"Mommy doesn't shine." The little guy hugged her leg and climbed up along her leg.

Qin Yiyue bent down and picked up the little guy, "Is Mommy unhappy, or are you unhappy?"

"Mommy is not happy."

"How did you know?"

"Your face." The little guy said seriously.

Qin Yiyue kissed his soft little cheek, "Mummy is really unhappy. Baby, have you decided which kindergarten you want to go to? Now I can only throw you in the kindergarten, which can make me a little happier .”

"No."

"So persistent?"

"I want to be with my little brother."

"You are a person who is about to go to kindergarten, so your goals should be higher."

"No." The little guy snuggled his little head into Qin Yiyue's neck, and rubbed his furry head several times, "I want to see my little brother."

"Can't see you."

"why?"

"No reason, Mommy can't see you if she says you can't see her."

"Mommy is bad."

"Mummy is not bad at all." Qin Yiyue patted his little butt lightly, "It's time for lunch break, Mommy will take your lunch break with you."

"Do not!"

"invalid objection."

Qin Yiyue put the little guy on the bed, and she also got on the bed from the other side and lay down.

She hasn't had a good rest in the past few days, and she is always in an atmosphere of irritability and powerlessness. If she is facing an adult, she will scream.

But the little guy has been clinging to her for the past few days, which made her feel embarrassed and frightened, afraid of scaring the little guy.

The little guy sat on the bed, did not lie down, his eyes as black as black grapes stared at Qin Yiyue's closed eyelids, and slid off the bed.

He ran to the small toy box in the living room and began to dig things out. When he got the watch and phone, he reached out and pressed one of the buttons, and the screen lit up, showing that the official dialing was in progress.

In less than three seconds, the phone was picked up, and it was He Qiaoyan who said in surprise, "Baby."

"Father." The little guy called out childishly, then turned his head to look at the master bedroom, and ran to the guest room to talk in a very spooky manner.

He Qiaoyan listened to the slight footsteps on the phone, made a silent movement to the people in the conference room, left the conference room with light steps, and returned to his office, "Baby, why don't you talk? "

"Dad, what should I do if Mummy is unhappy?" The little guy's voice was very frustrated.

"Mummy told you she was unhappy?"

"Her face is not happy, and she also said that she is not a star." The little guy spoke word by word, trying to ensure that the words were clear, but many words were still out of tune.