Chapter 636： Am I not your son?

Then, the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the floor gradually sounded.

Ling Mohan entered the room.

In the room, a strong smell of Chinese medicine stagnated in the air for a long time.

Ling Mohan frowned when he smelled the pungent smell of Chinese medicine.

"Uh…"

In the darkness, on the innermost bed of the room, a man made a painful sound.

As if perceiving someone entering the room, his volume gradually increased.

"Uh...uh..."

But, I can only hear this dumb cry from my throat.

In this dark room, like a ghost who came to kill for his life, it looked extraordinarily crippled.

Snapped _

Ling Mohan raised his hand and turned on the light in the room.

Everything in the room is instantly clear.

This is an extremely simple and spacious room.

The size of the room is huge, which is quite different from the luxurious French style of other rooms in the Ling family.

All the furniture is simple and elegant pure solid wood, and there are several celebrity paintings hanging on the walls.

In the room, a large solid wood bookshelf is specially built, which is filled with various literary books.

On the desk behind the bookshelf, there is a sheet of rice paper, and there is an unfinished word on the rice paper.

Judging from the neat decoration of the room, the owner of this room must be a literati who loves painting and calligraphy.

Ling Mohan's eyes gradually fell on the big bed.

There was a man lying on the bed, with a rectangular face and three-dimensional features. He looked forty or fifty years old with silver threads on his temples.

When the man on the bed saw Ling Mohan, his eyes were staring at him fiercely, his mouth slightly opened, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only say with difficulty: "Uh...uh..."

Ling Mohan gradually walked into the bed and sat down.

He stared at the man on the bed. This was his father, Ling Wenhua.

He was already severely ill and paralyzed, and his body couldn't move.

The only places where the whole body can move are the eyes, mouth, and fingers.

But even though he could open his mouth with difficulty, he couldn't say a word at all.

Every time Ling Mohan went to see him, this man would look at him with a strange look.

He could see anger and hatred in this look.

Now it's the same.

This man called his father seems to be very excited every time he sees him.

Ling Mohan looked at the man on the bed who had been staring at him, and he kept making "uh uh" noises, and asked, "You seem to hate me?"

Ling Wenhua's chest was fluctuating, and his mouth was difficult to open: "Uh, uh..."

Even if he can't speak, Ling Mohan has already got the answer from his eyes.

His eyes became cold, and his pupils shrank slightly: "Why, am I not your son?"

As soon as he spoke, Ling Wenhua was suddenly excited.

Even if he couldn't move his whole body, Ling Mohan could still feel the bed shaking slightly.

For his violent reaction, Ling Mohan's cold face was puzzled.

He couldn't remember all the things before.

I don't even remember why my father hates me so much.

He looked at Ling Wenhua who was struggling on the bed for a while, and then suddenly stopped.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, with a desperate expression on his face.

"Don't worry, I have sent people to look for doctors, and they will definitely cure you."

After listening to Ling Mohan's words, Ling Wenhua's eyes moved, looking at Ling Mohan's eyes, turning from anger to doubt, with a hint of expectation.

Ling Mohan could see from his eyes that he wanted to live, and that he wanted to live well, not like a living dead now.

After speaking, Ling Mohan got up, turned off the light in the room, and strode out.

In the room, Ling Wenhua stared at the ceiling blankly, with a drop of tears in his vicissitudes of life.

…

S city.

The sky is getting brighter.

At six or seven o'clock in the morning, the sun shines into this prosperous city without hesitation.

At the door of Mu's house, a large group of reporters were also surrounded early.

These reporters carried the video camera and surrounded the door of Mu's house early in the morning.

Mu's servants blocked the gate and drove them away.

"What are you reporters doing? This is a private place. You can't make random photos. Leave quickly!"

The reporter was beaten up with blood, quite a tough drive to break into the Mu's house.

Some reporters even wanted to find out about Mu Jingchen from Mu's servants.

"Excuse me, is Mu Jingchen really dead? Why was he in that abandoned factory at the time of the explosion?"

"I heard that Mu Jingchen has passed away for a month. Why has the Mu family concealed Mu Jingchen's death until now? Is this fair to the deceased?"

"Excuse me, how does the Mu family plan to dispose of the dead body in the autopsy center?"

The servants in front of Mu's house were shocked by the microphones in the hands of these reporters.

The servants felt disgusted when they said this to their eldest and young master.

"Who said our eldest master is dead, you go quickly, don't talk nonsense here!"

The reporter was reluctant and reluctant, and asked: "Since Young Master Mu is not dead, why hasn't he appeared in S City for a month?

One month ago, in the explosion of the abandoned factory, Young Master Mu's bodyguard was also there. How do you explain this? "

There were nearly a hundred reporters at the door of Mu's house.

Yesterday the Internet broke the news that Mu Jingchen had passed away, and all major newspapers wanted to get the first news, so they surrounded Mu's house.

Early this morning, reporters from major newspapers surrounded the door.

If anyone gets the first-hand information about Mu Jingchen, it is a shocking news, the entire newspaper will follow suit, and the flow is even more unpredictable.

Therefore, they can't wait to get a piece of the pie.

When Mu Jingchen was in the past, newspaper reporters dared not shoot indiscriminately because of his majesty.

Now that it is heard that Mu Jingchen has passed away, all newspapers in S city have been dispatched.

One wave was around the door of Mu's house, and another bigger wave was naturally at the autopsy center.

At this moment, inside the Mu's hall.

Bai Liyue received a call from the autopsy center early in the morning.

The autopsy center was surrounded by hundreds of reporters, and they couldn't perform their work normally. They asked Bai Liyue to pick up the corpse as soon as possible.

Bai Liyue came down from the second floor with the phone still in her ears. She replied: "Sorry, I have caused you trouble. I will definitely pick up the corpse within today."

She promised again and again that the personnel at the autopsy center agreed to help her save the last day.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Liyue's eyebrows were stained with melancholy.

If the corpse is brought back to the Mu family, the Mu family will bury him in the name of Mu Jingchen.

However, that is not Mu Jingchen.

Even if she doesn't care, the Mu family relatives will pick up the corpse sooner or later.

When Mu Jingchen was there, he never let his relatives go through the back door, and suppressed those relatives who wanted to get something for nothing and climb the sky in one step. Those relatives of the Mu family had long criticized him.

Now she has heard that these days, Mu Yebai has let several relatives into the management of the Mu Group. Many relatives and friends of the Mu family are grateful to Mu Yebai and follow their advice.

Naturally, they would no longer want Mu Jingchen to come back and cut off their financial means.

Therefore, regardless of whether Mu Jingchen died or died, they all hoped that he was already dead.