I walked and picked up billions of dollars

Chapter 255 How long do you want to wait until you become the head of the house

Yang Hao was frightened by the Yang family's generosity, and he didn't care about the old man's eyes at all.

"Yang Shou, do you still remember what you did before?" Luo Changshan asked forcefully.

"I..." Yang Shou lowered his head, unable to answer.

"I'm saving face for the young master, and I don't care about you here. But after today, you don't have to enter Yang's house again, or don't blame me for taking action." Luo Changshan's face turned cold instantly.

"Yes, I will definitely listen to Lao Luo's words." Yang Shou fell to his knees on the ground.

"Father, what's the matter?" Luo Bin had never seen his father look like this. He seemed to understand that there was something hidden about Yang Shou back then, and he also planned in his heart whether Yang Shou would stay or stay in the future.

Yang Hao on the side was aroused for a moment, but when he saw the old man's eyes, he was too frightened to speak immediately, even if he was such a pretentious person, he was instantly shocked.

"Young master, please enter the inner hall." Luo Changshan bowed respectfully and waved his hands towards the inside.

"Grandpa Luo, don't dare." Yang Hao was a little afraid of Luo Changshan, but after realizing that Luo Changshan's face became kind, he began to become normal again.

Yang Hao took off his shoes all at once, and walked inside without saying a word, but his moving speed was a bit slow, so he was still feeling uneasy.

"Luo Bin come with me." Luo Changshan put down the scissors and basket, and walked towards the side room.

"Yes, father." Luo Bin followed Luo Changshan into the side room.

"I..." Yang Shou, who was left out in the cold, shook his head, and then sat in front of the gate all of a sudden. In fact, he was also a little uneasy. Luo Changshan should be the only old man who knew the truth back then. He sighed, Looking at Yang Zhen in a daze.

"Luo Bin, why did you get mixed up with Yang Shou?" Luo Changshan had a serious face, he was puzzled that his son he had always valued got mixed up with Yang Shou.

Luo Bin then explained the ins and outs of the future clearly.

"Oh, you bastard. Back then, he forced the second young master to become a monk, killed all his family members, and blamed the fourth young master. Apart from plotting to assassinate the fourth young master, he didn't have a single truth. He is responsible for his own fate."

"What!" Luo Bin was stunned all of a sudden, no wonder his father didn't want to see Yang Shou so much.

"You have to be careful with him, he is not a good guy." Luo Changshan sighed.

Back then, Yang Zhong was expelled because of his marriage with a foreigner. The second young master was forced out of his family by the third young master. Preside over the overall situation.

"Father, blame me for being unclear." Luo Bin fell to his knees all of a sudden.

"No wonder you. The old people in the clan kept their mouths shut about the secret back then. Who would know."

From then on, Yang Shou was branded by Luo Bin as unkind, unrighteous, disloyal and unfilial, and he also wanted to remind Yang Hao to pay attention to him as the third uncle.

Yang Hao slowly approached the inner hall, but he didn't find anyone, he just heard the sound of the stream flowing outside the screen.

He walked around the screen and saw a middle-aged man bent over.

Yang Zhong was not very old at first, but his head was full of white hair, with only a little black hair dotted in it.

"You're here." Yang Zhong leaned over and slowly got up, but it seemed as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Yang Hao couldn't bear it, stepped forward to support this pale middle-aged man who was not like ordinary people, but couldn't say some words.

"Thank you." The middle-aged man stood up, looked at Yang Hao with kind eyes, touched Yang Hao's with trembling hands, and then a line of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

How many times, tossing and turning at night, how many times, standing outside the orphanage, looking at Yang Hao being bullied, he wanted to rush forward and loudly reprimand those older children who bullied Yang Hao.

But the family members are always staring at him, hoping that he will make mistakes.

In order to keep his status and better protect Yang Hao, he could only endure silently.

"All these years, how are you?" Yang Zhong looked at Yang Hao, only concerned.

"Very good." Yang Hao turned his head stubbornly, not letting tears flow down.

"It's hard for you." Yang Zhong stroked Yang Hao's hand while weeping.

Who would have imagined that the all-powerful and ruthless Yang Zhong would look like this today.

"It's called Yang Huayu, and it's your mother's favorite butterfly." Yang Zhong tremblingly pointed to a butterfly on the petal in front of him.

Hearing the word mother, the stubborn Yang Hao couldn't help but shed tears.

He gently put down Yang Zhong's hand, and gently approached the butterfly.

He observed the butterfly carefully, and reached out to touch the butterfly. He wanted to feel the smell of his mother, and that butterfly was the only thing he missed.

He touched the butterfly, but passed through the butterfly at once. It turned out that this was also a three-dimensional projection.

"Just like your mother, he passed away." Yang Zhong said sadly.

In the past, they met, knew each other, and fell in love because of a butterfly. Now the butterfly is gone, and the person is gone.

Yang Hao lowered his head and sobbed. Although he has made some achievements now, he is only a young man in his 20s.

He is also fragile, Xiao Yuwen once hurt him so much that he couldn't help himself, so he had to go far away to heal his wounds.

Now there are new wounds on old scars.

"Crack." Yang Zhong snapped his fingers, and a slender figure appeared in front of Yang Hao.

Yang Hao raised his head and looked at his mother whom he had never seen before.

He crawled hard, trying to see the front, but just when he saw the corner of his mother's eyes, "pop" Yang Zhong snapped his fingers again, and the image disappeared.

Yang Hao hugged his mother all of a sudden, and fell to the air, and fell heavily on the gravel-covered courtyard.

"As long as you become the Patriarch, you can watch it for as long as you want." Yang Zhong said sadly.

"Why!" Yang Hao shouted unwillingly, he didn't want the wealth in front of him, he didn't want this hypocritical status, he didn't want the right to make others live and die.

He just wants a home, a warm home.

Yang Hao curled up together.

"Because you are my Yang Zhong's favorite son." Yang Zhong stopped crying, his eyes became cold.

"Why are you my father?" Yang Hao jumped up and glared.

Yang Zhong didn't say a word, he knew that he owed Yang Hao a lot, and he was really not qualified to be a qualified father.

"For so many years, you have ignored me, when I was bullied, when I was laughed at, where were you?"

"I" Yang Zhong was speechless.

"When I cry in the lonely night, I want someone to give me a big hug, but all I can do is hug the pillow."

"I'm sorry for you." Yang Zhong lowered his head.

"Oh, can an apology fill the abyss between you and me?" Yang Hao said with a miserable smile.

"I know that there are more than 20 years of scars between us. But I can't help myself. If I don't work hard, I won't be able to keep my position. How many people want to see me make mistakes, want to take my position away, and then Then we will settle our father and son."

"Oh, it's status again. Do you only have status in your eyes?"

(End of this chapter)