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Filled with anger, Song Ziyuan reluctantly let go of his arms, giving Lin Xiyou freedom to move around.

He glanced at the person coming, and lost his temper with a black face, "Knock the door first when you enter the house, haven't you learned it?"

Hao Li saw through the boy's feigned amnesia at a glance, and when he thought of the crisis in which his life was hanging by a thread, he suddenly became angry.

Seeing this, Wei Ba hurriedly asked the doctors to leave first, and quickly closed the door.

Lin Xiyou also left immediately, and before leaving, she gave Song Ziyuan a wink, signaling him not to be angry and speak well.

As soon as the outsider left, Hao Li's long-held worries, mixed with anger, all erupted.

"You have spent a lot of money in order to fall in love. You risked your life to block it, and pretended to lose your memory. If you don't take your own life seriously, is it possible that you want our Hao family to have no descendants?"

"Fate is hard, I can't die." Song Ziyuan emphasized coldly, "My surname is Song."

"No matter what your surname is, you have my Hao Li's blood running through your body, so you must be responsible to yourself, to me, and to the group!"

"Responsible?" Song Ziyuan laughed, and asked sarcastically, "Then have you fulfilled your responsibilities as a son, husband, and father?"

Hao Li froze, recalling the difficult past, full of guilt and regret, his complexion turned pale.

"Oh, that's not right." Song Ziyuan asked and answered himself, the sneer at the corner of his mouth deepened, "Maybe you have done everything, but you are not at my house."

"What do you mean?" Hao Li looked puzzled.

Song Ziyuan endured and endured, and finally asked the shameless words that have been lingering in his heart for so many years: "I'm not the only one with your blood on my body?"

"I'm the only son of yours." Hao Li hurriedly denied, and the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger, "Where did you hear this?"

"There is a diary among my mother's belongings. It is clearly written. Every stroke is a knife. It is deeply carved in her heart. I will never forget it." Song Ziyuan's eyes turned red for a moment, and he looked at Hao Li's. His eyes became colder and colder.

"Your mother must have misunderstood. I can explain what she wrote."

"As long as you care about her a little bit more, you won't have seen her relics almost 20 years after her death." Song Ziyuan was full of resentment, complaining for his mother.

What else did Hao Li want to explain, when the group business phone rang, there was a very important cooperation signing meeting that urgently needed his approval.

Song Ziyuan closed his eyes in disappointment knowing his father was not like his son, and issued an order to evict the guest.

"I'm tired and need to recuperate. Shengrui Group can't leave you for a moment. You have a lot of things to do every day, so please go back."

Holding the phone that kept ringing, Hao Li struggled again and again, and finally answered this crucial call with all his heart.

Song Ziyuan couldn't help sneering, slowly opened his eyes, and fixedly looked at the back of Hao Li who was leaving in a hurry, and the hot philistine's words when he answered the phone were still ringing in his ears.

If Hao Li chooses to stay and explain today, he is willing to listen after he has gone through life and death, and he is also trying to give each other a chance to reconcile
However, at this moment, he suddenly understood that everything was in vain, and a person's choice would not be easily changed.

When his grandfather passed away, he chose to give up and come back as soon as possible in order to discuss business.

When his mother passed away, he was busy signing contracts for a project, and hurried to see him for the last time, and then left the funeral to others.

And when his life and death were uncertain, he put down his work and came here, but in the end he was no match for the cold money interests.

In the heart of Hao Li, a successful businessman who is only interested in profit, his career always comes first.

Song Ziyuan, who didn't want to be alone, rang the bell to call Wei Ba and Lin Xiyou, and under their repeated persuasion, he accepted a comprehensive examination by the doctor.

Just after the examination, Hao Li also returned to the ward after finishing his official duties. When he confirmed with the doctor that Song Ziyuan could be transferred to Haishi, he immediately ordered them to handle the transfer.

But Song Ziyuan firmly disagreed, claiming that he would stay in Wudu City and follow up the Wugu project until the Wugu Resort was successfully completed.

In a fit of anger, Hao Li strongly ordered to suspend the Fog Valley project, and all losses should be borne by him. In short, Song Ziyuan must be transferred to Haishi to accept the best recuperation environment and medical conditions.

"The Foggy Valley project must be advanced as scheduled." Song Ziyuan strongly retorted.

"If you insist on staying in Wudu City regardless of your health, then the Wugu project will stop immediately!" Hao Li did not budge.

"I am the person in charge of the Foggy Valley project and the chairman of Fengrui Investment. I said, continue!"

"I am the founder of Shengrui Group, I have a veto right, stop!"

The father and son faced each other head-on, and neither was willing to give in. The atmosphere in the ward was tense for a moment.

Wei Ba couldn't get in the way, and couldn't persuade him to reconcile, so he repeatedly signaled to Lin Xiyou to think of a way.

Lin Xiyou thought about it for a moment, and then she calmed down and said slowly, "Mr. Hao, calm down first. We all know that you are only thinking about Mr. Song's health, and hope that he can go back to Haishi to receive the best treatment and recuperation. .”

"I believe that Mr. Song can definitely feel your good intentions, but he is stubborn and unwilling to admit it."

Song Ziyuan was about to speak when Lin Xiyou stared back at him. He could barely swallow the rebuttal, and lay there obediently.

Hao Li's complexion softened a little, and his anger also cooled down a lot.

Lin Xiyou took advantage of the situation and asked, "If Mr. Song takes a good rest and recovers soon, can you agree not to suspend the Foggy Valley project?"

"The Wugu project is the hard work of the two teams, and it is also the hope of many local villagers in Wugu."

"We all know that you have always attached great importance to goodwill, and you have always practiced Shengrui's reputation and continued to promote the development of Shengrui. If a good project is stopped at any time, it may cause some unworthy losses and affect the development of Shengrui. corporate brand image.”

Hao Li's face relaxed a bit, "You did your homework."

Lin Xiyou smiled slightly, and shifted her gaze to Song Ziyuan, "The most important thing is that the Wugu Resort is Mr. Song's heart, and it is full of his long-cherished wishes and regrets."

"I think you should hope more than anyone else that he can not only be in good health, but also live a happy life. Don't leave any regrets."

She smiled lightly and looked at Hao Li again, "Me too. So our goals are the same, and we should cooperate with each other."

Before he could speak, she spoke first, "Hao Dong, if it's convenient, can I take a step to speak?"

Song Ziyuan was in a hurry, as if he was afraid that she would be bullied, he tugged at the hem of her clothes, "No need, what can I say to him."

Hao Li's eyes turned and turned between the two of them, and finally settled on Lin Xiyou's face, and said calmly, "You are the first person who dares to negotiate with me with bare hands."

Lin Xiyou didn't change her expression, and asked with a calm smile, "Are you willing to give me a chance?"

"Go." Hao Li waved his hand and walked out of the ward first.