Outright Favoritism Chapter 1109: : Not hypocritical, but wronged

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

He Huatang has suffered a stroke for many years, and it has been a long time since he has not been in the world. If Rong Manli and He Qing 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 since he was a child that this father took him as a burden.

Even because of his birth, He Huatang felt dull and invisibly acquiesced to the bullying and insults of the family against He Chen.

The night is thick, with a crescent moon hanging high in the sky.

The sights of He Chen and He Huatang collided in the air across the shadows of people. The father and son were too difficult to see, and their eyes were alienated and indifferent.

In an instant, He Huatang was pushed to the threshold of the ancestral hall. He looked at He Chen grimly, "Where is my son A Qing?"

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

He Chen is fortunate that he has been playing hard for many years.

Otherwise, He Huatang's few words are enough to make the body exhausted.

He Chen rolled his Adam's apple and exhaled smoke toward the front, "Your trash son, do you need me to watch?"

"He Chen." He Huatang spoke slowly, probably due to the sequelae of a stroke. "The future owner of the He family, you can't help but denigrate."

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

Even in a wheelchair, the pride and indifferent features are not weak.

Actually, in the whole He family, the child who looks most like He Huatang is He Chen.

The father and son have similar eyebrows, with long narrow eyes and three-dimensional outlines, which are enough to see that He Huatang was also a beautiful man named Pama.

He Chen sneered when he heard it, and an unknown irony flashed deep in his eyes, "He’s the future Patriarch, right? No matter how loud you give him a name, you can’t stop the fact that he is a waste." /

"You are still annoying as always." He Huatang stared at him deeply, and sighed softly for a long time, "It's better to just say, what do you want? If you want, as long as it's not too much, I can consider Satisfy you."

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

"He Chen, don't know what is good or bad." He Huatang watched He Chen's movements with an extremely disgusting look, his palms on the armrests were slightly tightened, "She is not the one you can move."

"Can't move, can't you?" He Chen licked his lips, snorted frivolously and playfully, "Then I will let you see if I can move."

As soon as the words fell, he handed A Yong a look, and the latter immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed the call: "Send Rong Manli to He's house."

"Wait." He Chen propped his chin with one hand and said with a wicked smile: "Send an arm here first."

He Huatang squeezed the armrest abruptly, "Nizi, dare you."

He Chen raised his eyebrows, "What's the hurry, when the arm is delivered, don't you know if I dare?"

He Huatang closed his eyes slightly, and after concentrating on his breath, his tone eased a little, "You killed your grandmother back then, and the He family kept it for you. Now if you don’t understand it, you will only let yourself go. I'm stuck in a cage, why bother?"

"Why? I need to be grateful to you?" He Chen's expression became more cold and gloomy, and his aura was so frightening, "The old lady who tried to sell me to the underground human trading black market, in my opinion You are more than guilty of death!"

As the father and son had more and more conversations, the broken past was once again relentlessly presented before everyone's eyes.

All these things, everyone in front of them, knows everything well.

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

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

At this time, Yin Mo, who had been staying in the ancestral hall, had red eyes, and his distress was no more.

All she knows is just the tip of the unfortunate iceberg.

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

In such a family, virtue is not coordinated, let alone He Chen, who values ​​love and righteousness.

No, nothing.

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

……

At the same time, the old house of the Shang family.

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

Liuyun and Wei Ang stood outside the pavilion, both wearing Bluetooth headsets, always paying attention to the movement of He's side.

At this time, Shang Zonghai raised his eyes to look at the man opposite, "You didn't tell that brat when you came back?"

"No." Shang Yu lowered his head and rolled his sleeves, his handsome face half-dark and half-dark indifferent and indifferent, "He hasn't had a lot of fun yet, so I shouldn't bother."

Shang Zonghai squeezed the bridge of his nose under the lens, sighed, and said with emotion: "The stinky guy is usually very clever, how come this kind of time is on the contrary?"

Don't talk about the He family, even Pama's other famous families, as long as he speaks, the Shang family will spare no effort to support him to the end.

"It's not hypocritical." Shang Yu raised his head and glanced at Shang Zonghai, tapped his finger twice on the stone table, "It's wronged."

Shang Zonghai pursed his lips in disapproval, "For so many years, he should let go."

"If you accept your fate, you can naturally let it go." The man looked at the distant night sky with a deep gaze, "But...someone has robbed them of the identity of their mother and child. The so-called illegitimate child may be deliberate."

Shang Zonghai's wine glass stopped on his lips, "Hey, a little-known He's family, there are quite a few people who hide evil intentions."

Shang Yu picked up the hip flask and refilled his glass, curling his lips to the old man opposite, "Don't rush to shoot, let him vent first."

Shang Zonghai gave a short smile, "This kind of thing, you really can't be rushed."

"It's good if you know it in your heart." The man looked at Shang Zonghai with a smile, "I heard that you greeted Pama everywhere so that they would not interfere in He's affairs?"

The old God Shang Zonghai took a sip of sake on the ground, "Don't you say it, since he wants to vent, I must let him vent without any worries."

……

Time is like water, in a blink of an eye at midnight.

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

Drowsiness and exhaustion can't stop the situation from fermenting, because a member of the mercenary group sent a **** right arm not long ago.

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

He did not expect that He Chen would actually do what he said.

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

As if, this forearm was probably broken by someone hitting the elbow with a bullet.