Chapter 1109 It's Not Hypocrisy, It's Grievance

Chapter 1109 It's not hypocrisy, it's grievance

The old man in the wheelchair looked haggard, with one hand hidden under the blanket, but he couldn't hide his sickly trembling.

He Huatang has had a stroke for many years, and he has not cared about world affairs for a long time. If Rong Manli and He Qing hadn't disappeared one after another, he would not have dragged his sick body out to preside over the overall situation.

The impression of He Chen and He Huatang is almost nothing.

He knew from a young age that this father took him as a burden.

Even because of his birth, He Huatang felt ashamed, and implicitly acquiesced in the bullying and insulting of He Chen by the family members.

The night is thick, and the crescent moon hangs high in the sky.

The eyes of He Chen and He Huatang collided in the air through the shadows of people. The father and son never saw each other, and there was a sense of 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 with a stern expression, "Where is my son, Ah Qing?"

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

He Chen is glad that he has been fighting for many years, and he has also cultivated a solid wall.

Otherwise, He Huatang's few words are enough to scare the whole body.

He Chen rolled his Adam's apple, and exhaled smoke straight ahead, "Your useless son, do you need me to watch it for you?"

"He Chen." He Huatang's tone of voice was very slow, probably due to the sequelae of a stroke, "The future head of the He family is beyond your control."

Compared with the irascibility of several uncles, He Huatang has always been calm and calm.

Even though she was in a wheelchair, her proud demeanor and indifferent facial features did not show her weakness at all.

In fact, in the entire He family, the child who most resembles He Huatang is He Chen.

The eyebrows of father and son are seven to eight points alike, narrow eyes, three-dimensional outline, it is enough to see that He Huatang was also a handsome man who was famous for Pama back then.

He Chen sneered upon hearing this, and an unknown sarcasm flashed in the depths of his eyes, "Isn't he the future head of the He family? No matter how famous you give him, it can't stop the fact that he is a waste."

"You are still annoying as always." He Huatang stared at him deeply for a long time, then sighed softly, "Why don't you just say it, what exactly do you want? You can ask for it, as long as it is not too much, I can consider satisfying you. "

He Chen pressed down his thin lips, came to the door with a cigarette between his fingers, and sat on the threshold boldly, "I want Rong Manli's life, will you give it?"

"He Chen, don't be ignorant of good and evil." He Huatang looked at He Chen's movements with a look of extreme disgust, and his palms on the armrests were slightly tightened, "She is not someone you can move."

"Can't move, right?" He Chen licked his lips, and sneered flirtatiously and playfully, "Then I'll let you see if I can move."

The moment he finished speaking, he gave Ayong a look, and the latter immediately took out his mobile phone knowingly, dialed the number and cut straight to the point: "Send Rong Manli to the He family."

"Wait." He Chen propped his chin with one hand, smiled evilly and ordered: "Send one arm here first."

He Huatang suddenly squeezed the armrest tightly, "Nizi, how dare you."

He Chen raised his eyebrows, "What's the hurry, when the arm comes over, don't you know if I dare or not?"

He Huatang closed his eyes slightly, and after concentrating on calming down, his tone softened a bit, "You killed your grandma back then, and the He family hid it from you. If you persist in your obsession now, you will only get yourself into a deep prison , what's the matter?"

"What? Do you need me to be grateful to you?" He Chen's expression became colder and gloomy, and his aura was so chilling, "The old woman who tried to sell me to the underground human trafficking black market, in my opinion, deserved to die !"

With more and more conversations between father and son, those broken past events were once again mercilessly presented in front of everyone.

All of these things, everyone in front of this, is well aware of it.

But they didn't show any kindness or sympathy to him.

How could he, He Chen, become a thorn in the side of the He family?

At this time, Yin Mo, who had been staying in the ancestral hall, had red eyes and felt extremely distressed.

What she knows is just the tip of the iceberg of all misfortunes.

When more and more truths were revealed, her hatred for the He family grew stronger.

Such a family is not worthy of virtue, let alone He Chen who values ​​love and righteousness.

Don't, whatever.

Yin Mo never showed up, and she never showed up to disturb him, because He Chen said that the He family tonight was his battlefield.

...

At the same time, Shang's old house.

In the gazebo under the moonlight, two figures toasted and chatted and drank.

Standing outside the pavilion were Liu Yun and Wei Ang, both of whom were wearing bluetooth earphones, keeping an eye on the movements of the He family.

At this time, Shang Zonghai looked up at the man opposite, "Did you tell that brat when you came back?"

"No." Shang Yu lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, his semi-dark handsome face was indifferent and could not see any emotion, "He hasn't fully enjoyed himself yet, so it's not appropriate to disturb him."

Shang Zonghai pinched the bridge of his nose under the lens, heaved a long sigh, and said with emotion: "The brat is usually very clever, but how come he's acting hypocritical at this time."

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

"It's not hypocritical." Shang Yu looked up at Shang Zonghai, tapped his finger on the stone table twice, "It's a grievance."

Shang Zonghai pursed his lips in disapproval, "It's time for him to let go after so many years."

"If you accept your fate, you can let it go." The man looked at the night sky in the distance with deep eyes, "but...someone took away their mother and child identities. The so-called illegitimate child may have done it on purpose."

Shang Zonghai's wine glass rested on his lips, "Oh, there are quite a few people harboring evil intentions in the little-known He family."

Shang Yu picked up the jug to refill his glass, and pursed his lips to look at the old man opposite, "Don't rush to act, let him vent first."

Shang Zonghai laughed shortly, "This kind of thing really can't be rushed."

"It's good that you know it in your heart." The man looked at Shang Zonghai with a smile in his eyes, "I heard that you have greeted Parma everywhere, so that they will not interfere with the He family's affairs?"

The old god Shang Zonghai sipped his sake on the ground, "Don't tell me, since he wants to vent, I have to let him vent without any worries."

...

Time is like water, it's midnight in a blink of an eye.

The ancestral hall in the backyard of the He family was still brightly lit.

Sleepiness and exhaustion can't stop the situation from fermenting, because not long ago, members of the mercenary group sent a bloody right arm.

He Huatang was already suffering from a stubborn illness, and when he suddenly saw a severed arm on the tray, his breathing suddenly became short of breath.

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

The broken part of the half of the forearm is bloody and bloody, and if you get close, you can smell a burst of gunpowder.

Apparently, this forearm was probably broken by a bullet piercing through the elbow.