Chapter 1109

The old man in the wheelchair looked haggard. One hand was hidden under the blanket, but he couldn't hide his sick trembling.

He Huatang has had a stroke for many years and has not asked about the world for a long time. If Rong Manli and he Qing had not 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 from an early age that the father took him as a burden.

Even because of his birth, he Huatang felt that there was no light on his face, and virtually acquiesced in the bullying and abuse of he Chen by the family.

The night was thick and the sky hung with a string moon.

The vision of he Chen and he Huatang collided in the air across the shadow of Taoist figures. It was difficult for father and son to see each other, and there was alienation and indifference in each other's eyes.

In an instant, he Huatang was pushed to the threshold of the ancestral hall. He looked at he Chen coldly, "where's my son ah Qing?"

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

He Chen is glad that he has been fighting for many years and has trained himself to be an iron wall.

Otherwise, he Huatang's few words are enough to make him feel completely.

He Chen rolled his Adam's apple and vomited smoke straight ahead, "your waste son, need me to show you?"

"He Chen." he Huatang's tone of voice is very slow, probably the sequelae of stroke. "You can't slander the future owner of the he family."

Compared with the irritability of several uncles, he Huatang is always calm and calm.

Even in a wheelchair, proud bearing and indifferent facial features are not weak at all.

In fact, the whole he family, most like the children of he Huatang, is he Chen.

The father and son have seven or eight points between their eyebrows. Their narrow eyes and three-dimensional outline are enough to see that he Huatang was also a beautiful man who moved Palma.

When he Chen heard the sneer, an unknown irony flashed in the depths of his eyes, "the future owner 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're still annoying as always." he Huatang stared at him deeply for a long time and sighed softly. "Why don't you just say what you want? If the conditions are not too much, I can consider meeting you."

He Chen pressed his thin lips, came to the door with a cigarette, and sat boldly on the threshold, "I want to let Mary's life, can you give it?"

"He Chen, don't be ignorant of good or bad." he Huatang looked at he Chen's actions with an extremely disgusting look, and his palms on the handrail tightened slightly. "She's not the person you can move."

"You can't move, can you?" he Chen licked his lips and sneered frivolously. "Then I'll show you whether I can move or not."

At the moment of his words, he handed ah Yong a look in his eyes. The latter immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed straight to the point: "send Rong Manli to he's house."

"Wait a minute." he Chen supported his jaw with one hand and said with a smile, "send an arm first."

He Huatang suddenly pinched the handrail, "rebel, you dare."

He Chen raised his eyebrows. "What's the hurry? When my arm came over, I didn't know if I dared?"

He Huatang closed his eyes slightly and calmed down. "You killed your grandmother and the he family hid it from you. Now if you don't realize it again, you will only get yourself into a cage. Why bother?"

"Why? I need to be grateful to you?" he Chen's expression became more and more cold and gloomy, and the air field was chilly. "The old woman who tried to sell me to the underground population trading black market, in my opinion, deserved to die!"

With more and more conversations between father and son, the broken past was ruthlessly presented in front of everyone again.

All these things, all the people in front of us, are well aware of them.

But they had no mercy or sympathy for him.

He he Chen, how did he become a thorn in the flesh of the he family?

At this time, Yin Mo, who has been staying in the ancestral hall, has red eyes and is more distressed than ever.

All she knew was the tip of the iceberg of all misfortune.

When more and more truths were revealed, her hatred for the he family became thicker and thicker.

Such a family is not worthy of virtue, nor is it worthy of he Chen, who values love and righteousness.

No, whatever.

Yin Mo never showed up, and she never appeared to disturb, because he Chen said that tonight's he family is his battlefield.

……

At the same time, Shang's old house.

In the pavilion under the moonlight, two figures raised their glasses to chat and drink.

Outside the pavilion stood Liuyun and Wei ang, both with Bluetooth headsets, always paying attention to the movement of he's house.

At this time, Shang Zonghai looked up at the man opposite, "didn't you tell the smelly boy when you came back?"

"No." Shang Yu bowed his head and rolled up his sleeves. His half bright and half dark handsome face could not see his mood indifferently. "He hasn't enjoyed himself yet, so he shouldn't be disturbed."

Shang Zonghai pinched the bridge of his nose under the lens, sighed and said: "smelly boy is usually very clever. How can he be hypocritical at this time."

Not to mention the he family, even other famous families in Pama, as long as he speaks, Shang will spare no effort to support him to the end.

"It's not hypocrisy." Shang Yu raised his head and looked at Shang Zonghai. He tapped his fingers on the stone table twice. "It's grievance."

Shang Zonghai pursed his lips disapprovingly, "after all these years, he should put it down."

"If you accept your fate, you can naturally put it down." the man's deep eyes looked at the night sky in the distance, "but... Someone took their mother and son's identity. The so-called illegitimate son may have been deliberately."

Shang Zonghai's wine cup stopped at his lips, "Oh, an unknown he family, there are many people hiding evil intentions."

Shang Yu picked up the wine pot and refilled the glass. He looked at the old man opposite. "Don't hurry, let him vent first."

Shang Zonghai smiled briefly, "this kind of thing really can't be done too quickly."

"Just know what you know." the man looked at Shang Zonghai with a smile. "I heard that you said hello to Pama everywhere and told them not to interfere in the affairs of the he family?"

Shang Zonghai took a sip of sake on the ground, "don't you also say that since he wants to vent, I have to let him vent without worries."

……

Time is like water. In the twinkling of an eye, it's midnight.

The ancestral hall in the backyard of the he family is still brightly lit.

Sleepiness and fatigue could not stop the fermentation of the situation, because not long ago, members of the mercenary Corps sent a bloody right arm.

He Huatang was already suffering from a stubborn disease. He suddenly saw a broken arm on the tray and breathed suddenly.

He really didn't expect that he Chen should do what he said.

The fracture of that half of the forearm is bloody. If you get close, you can smell a smell of fire and medicine.

It seems that this forearm was probably broken by a bullet through the elbow.

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