You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 3487: Compared to slag

The more Ye Xingbei said, the more he looked down on him: "A dignified man, he only thinks about how to squeeze out his own sister, show off his power in front of his own sister, pick a bone in the egg, turn a blind eye to the pain of his own brother, and remain indifferent, Not only are you narrow-minded and despicable, but you are also selfish, indifferent, ruthless, and cold-blooded! You are nothing!"

Yuan Ce's flushed face turned pale again by Ye Xingbei's scolding.

He said with a trembling voice: "You bullshit, I didn't, I didn't! I..."

"He's not talking nonsense," Yuan Zhong, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke up and interrupted him: "The Susu massage is really effective, and I'm much better."

Yuan Ce was stunned, unable to utter a word.

"Really?" The original mother, who knew that her second son was ill again and was distressed, looked down at Yuan Zhong in surprise and joy: "Is it really much better?"

Yuan Zhong nodded and smiled gently, "Really, the headache just now seems to be splitting. After being massaged by Susu, although it still hurts, the pain is not so sharp."

"That's good, that's good..." The original mother looked at the thin face of her second son, her eyes red with distress.

Her second son, who once won glory for the country and won many gold medals in major international competitions, is the pride of their original family.

But a car accident turned her second son, who was brilliant and much-anticipated, into a crippled crippled.

Seeing that her son, who used to be cheerful and sunny, became taciturn day by day, she felt very distressed.

In addition, her second son suffers from frequent headaches.

A lot of famous doctors were hired by their family, but neither the headache nor her second son's leg was cured.

Seeing her second son in a wheelchair, she can't wait to replace her.

If it could be exchanged, she would rather be the one who lost a leg in a car accident that day.

When she saw her son's headache was dying, she could do nothing but cry and feel distressed.

Now, seeing that her son with a headache actually relieved his headache because of Cheng Fengsu's massage, she had a meager hope in her heart, and looked at Cheng Fengsu with hope and asked, "Susu, your massage technique can cure you. Does your brother have a headache?"

"It can't be cured, but it can be relieved," Cheng Fengsu said. "Press it every day for a certain period of time. If you have the right symptoms, you can prevent attacks."

"Then, can you teach your mother how to massage?" The original mother asked eagerly: "Mum wants to learn, and will give your second brother a massage every day."

"No need for mom," Yuan Zhong held her mother's hand. "You are an elder. I am ashamed that I can't be filial to you. How can I let you massage me?"

The original mother looked at him with red eyes: "You are fine, don't get sick, don't make me feel distressed, you are filial to me."

"Mom..." Yuan Zhong looked at his original mother, his eyes hot.

Although his mother is a little confused at times, her ears are too soft and easy to make mistakes, she really has a mother's heart towards him.

He used to be a famous man in the world. Many people surrounded him, respected him, complimented him, and flattered him.

But after he became a cripple, fewer and fewer people were willing to deal with him.

Nowadays, the only people who are still willing to spend time and care about him are only a few children who have grown up together since childhood, as well as his parents and elder brother.

Although his grandparents love him, his grandparents and other grandchildren have limited attention to him.