Chapter 1418

When he Quantao came out of ICU, his eyes were slightly red.

"Father said, let's all go to see, his situation is much better than expected, and he said, these things can't be delayed, let's go." He Quanshan showed a tired look on his face and pressed it hard on his brow.

Pei Qingle immediately frowned: "didn't the doctor say that? It's better not to stimulate him recently, just like this... "

before finishing his words, he Quanshan immediately roared:" is your heart guilty? Don't you dare to confront each other? "

Pei Qingle glared at him fiercely.

"This is my father's opinion. If this matter can't be solved, I'm afraid he can't have a good rest at all." He Quantao should also have no other way, so can only agree, the party followed her to the ICU.

This hospital is the nearest one Pei Qingle found. However, because this area is villa area, although the facilities of the hospital are not comparable to those of Santoro, it can also be regarded as the best in private hospitals. The ward is larger than the general one, and it does not seem crowded at all to accommodate so many people.

He Guowei had oxygen on his nose, and his face was better than that when he was admitted to hospital. However, he was still a little pale. His eyes were even more tired and sad. Especially when he saw hequanshan, his eyes were filled with sadness.

After the dismay, sadness comes.

Although he Guowei went to the ruins alone, he vaguely felt that it was not right, but it was his son. Even though he had doubts, he never thought it would happen.

So when the steel wire fell on his neck, and when he saw the clear intention of killing in he Quanshan's eyes, he was sure that the son really wanted to kill himself.

At that moment, he Guowei could not even feel the pain caused by the steel wire around his neck, because his heart would hurt thousands of times. He felt as if he had fallen directly into a cliff and fell violently.

There was no word in the ward.

"Today, I thank Anle and this gentleman. It's my fault to have this unfilial son. I'll deal with these matters. I hope Anle and this gentleman can understand."

As soon as this word was uttered, Pei Qingle's heart sank fiercely.

She had guessed right before, he Lao really wanted to deal with this matter in a low-key way.

And this also indirectly confirmed that he Quanshan did have the intention of murder. He Quantao immediately trembled and couldn't believe looking at he Quanshan in front of him: "you! How dare you? How can you! That's our father! Are you crazy? "

He Quanshan has just breathed a sigh of relief. After all, as long as he Guowei doesn't investigate this matter, he will be fine at all. At this time, when he Quantao's question is heard, his anger surges up again: "it's wrong, this is just your father."

"Are you still a human being?" He Quantao could hardly believe that he Quanshan was always calm, and felt that he was a complete stranger.

"Granddad, how can such a person let go?" He Fangshuang couldn't look down. She looked at he Quanshan in disgust and said, "this kind of animal, which even her own father doesn't let go, is not worthy of being he's family!"

He Quanshan's originally worried mood suddenly disappeared and turned into a look of resentment.

Why do these people blame him?

Why do people dislike him when they are born with everything?

Just because he doesn't have that damn talent for painting?

Just because he can only live in the halo of the he family?

He Quanshan's anger reached the peak, because he forced to endure his emotions, which made his eyes blood red and looked particularly terrible.

"I don't deserve to be a family member. Yes, you do! Don't you rely on the halo of he family? In fact, you and I are ridiculous rice worms! What's better than my talent

He Quanshan sneered and roared, venting all his resentment.

Until now, he Quantao felt that he had finally seen the true face of he Quanshan. It turned out that the calm and solemn things were all disguised. At this moment, the embarrassed one standing in front of him might be the real he Quanshan.

At this time, the door of the ward was knocked. Liao Meixing, standing at the door, opened the door and saw the figure of he fangting.

He Quanshan was stunned: "what are you doing here?"

He fangting didn't want to come, but after receiving the news from he Fangshuang, she realized the seriousness of the matter, so she rushed over.

She didn't expect that he Quanshan, a waste, wanted to murder his own father!

He fangting quickly looks at the people in the eye ward. When she sees Gu Linhan, she quickly stands beside he Quanshan.

"See? I'm just like he fangting, a waste in other people's eyes! It is the ridiculous and shameful existence of he family! But who is to blame? Do you blame us? Why can you ridicule us freely with your talent?! On what basis

He Quanshan still roared, over the years, no talent, is a waste, these eight words have been throughout his life, become his nightmare. Even if he has money, even if he keeps using money to disguise his position, even if he has opened a company, he is still self abased and sensitive."I never..." he Quantao said, but these are ridiculous excuses in his eyes.

"That's enough."

He Guowei took a deep breath. His eyes at he Quanshan were filled with sadness.

"Believe it or not, I have never felt that everyone in the he family should do the same thing as me. What I want is that you can do what you want to do."

He Guowei said in a low voice. His voice was very light and powerless. His voice was full of vicissitudes, which made people feel very sad.

"I never thought it would make such a big shadow on you. Today's matter is that I have not dealt with it well. I have already told Anle and the gentleman that they will not say more or disclose anything. As for others, forget about today's affairs. "

He Guowei's words clearly told all the people present that he was ready to let he Quanshan go.

"I will give you the money you want. After you give it, you can leave the he family. I will treat you as a son, and you will never have my father. After that, everything about you and me will have nothing to do with you."

He Guowei said, but his eyes suddenly red.

He suddenly felt that he had failed, because he had said the same thing more than 20 years ago, but at that time he was filled with resentment and powerlessness.

What about great painters?

Even their own children and daughters can't be around, isn't it a failure?