What should I do if Quick Transmigration is downgraded?

Chapter 50 The Cheating Husband Becomes a "Rival in Love" 32
After Fu Shen and Qu's father left, He Liyao was too embarrassed to stay alone at the door of the operating room. It was not time for ICU visits yet, so he could only wait at the door.

Hearing the hurried footsteps of the nurse inside, He Liyao lowered his head and pinched his hand vigorously.

When Mother He was pushed out of the operating room, he caught a glimpse. Her head was tightly wrapped with gauze, and only a pair of eyes, nose and mouth were exposed in the air. There was also a pale yellow gastric tube inserted in the right nostril. Put it on the side of your face.

WeChat notifications kept coming from his phone. He thought it was Shao Xun. When he clicked on it, he found that it was a group of junior high school classmates. He didn't know why Shao Xun left this one alone.

Someone in the group sent a link, and the originally quiet group became lively like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

"Is he still in the group?"

"I don't know, it should still be there."

"What are you still posting, how embarrassing he is when he sees it."

"Then I withdraw, let's chat privately."

Those who were talking were a few students who were more active in school before. He Liyao was not interested in what they were talking about. He was about to log out of WeChat and wanted to turn off the phone, when a message popped up on the top of the phone.

"@何立尧, won't you come out and explain?"

He Liyao was taken aback, explain what?
Before there was any reaction in his mind, his fingers returned to WeChat and clicked on the link.

@绿头君: "I thought what I met was love"[/heartbreak]
Below is a screenshot of the chat history and several screenshots of the video.

The chat history is a long screenshot, and He Liyao can't read the words in the message box clearly, but there are a few pictures in the back that he knows, or he is familiar with.

Two men are looking at each other and smiling in a solemn church. One black and one white suit wraps their slender figures. The picture is exquisite and beautiful.

He hadn't seen the next few news screenshots, but his eyes were one step ahead of his brain, and he quickly locked on the three square fonts he was familiar with, which were the names he had written thousands of times.

He put his cell phone into his trouser pocket with trembling hands, stood up and paced around. Who should he go to now?
His mother, who has always been his solid backing, is in the ICU ward behind him. The gentle and virtuous Fu Qiao has already known the truth, and he dare not go to find him. The director who appreciates him has clearly separated him. After thinking all over his social circle, it seems that no one can help him.

He Liyao opened his eyes, tried hard not to shed tears, raised his head and walked home.

People in the community are all acquaintances, many of them are picking up their children home from school, and most of them are elderly people.

As soon as they saw He Liyao, they immediately retreated with their children. He Liyao noticed their actions, swallowed, tried his best to smile, and pretended not to notice.

"Teacher He," a crisp child's voice sounded behind him.

He Liyao turned around, smiled kindly, and his eyebrows and eyes stretched out like a compressed tissue when it met hot water, "Xiaojun."

The little boy named Xiaojun still wanted to go forward to say something to him, but before he could run a few steps, his grandmother grabbed him, "Junjun, you still have homework to do."

The child didn't understand that this was an excuse from an adult, so he pouted and clarified for himself: "Grandma, I have finished all my homework at school."

Hearing that her grandson was so uncooperative, Xiaojun's grandma immediately became angry and said in a vicious voice: "I said yes, yes."

After speaking, he apologized to He Liyao and smiled, "I'm sorry, Mr. He, Junjun still has homework, I want to take him back."

Then he took Xiaojun's arm and led him to another building. As he walked, he lowered his head and warned, "You are not allowed to play with him in the future, do you hear me?"

He Liyao is gay, what if he does something to him?
People are fickle. He Liyao still remembers that only three days ago, the old man in the community warmly greeted him with their children and asked the children to say hello to him, but now... He Liyao shook his head.

Forget it, it is normal for the elderly to be pedantic and unacceptable.

As soon as the elevator door opened, He Liyao looked at the anti-theft door of his home, and stopped immediately when he stepped out of the elevator door.

The word "disgusting" was sprayed on the red-brown anti-theft door, and even the white wall beside it was sprayed with various disgusting and swearing words.

The paint must not have been applied for a long time, and the entire corridor was filled with the disgusting smell of paint.

The elevator door slowly closed, and He Liyao chose to get out of the elevator.

He thought that spraying paint was the other party's revenge, but when he inserted the key into the keyhole, he realized that things were not that simple.

The key only got into one end, and it couldn't be inserted again. He Liyao squatted down and looked at the keyhole for a while, only to realize that it was stuffed with paper balls.

He Liyao laughed back in anger, people are so free these days.

...

[Executor, are you really okay? ]
He Liyao's story was bought into the hot search by her, and she was seen by a same-wife support group, who was contacting her to ask if she could write her own story so that the same-wife group could be taken seriously.

Of course, Fu Qiao would not refuse this kind of good things that were given away for free to promote He Liyao, and immediately agreed, and now he is writing a self-report for this group.

It was already the seventh page, and the small characters on the computer were crowded together. Fu Shu's hands were still flying on the keyboard, showing no signs of stopping.

"Why is it bad? I'm just telling my experience so that other people can learn from it. I'm doing a good deed."

This afternoon, she heard from Qu's father that He Liyao would be severely punished by the Education Bureau, but it was uncertain whether the teacher's qualification certificate would be revoked.She had to take precautions and make He Liyao's deeds famous all over the country, so as to see which school would dare to accept such a bad teacher.

After the last word was typed, Fu Qiao finally finished her ten-page "magnificent novel" and sent the manuscript to the mailbox of the person in charge. Only then did Fu Qiao take the time to stretch.

Fu Qiao took his phone again and started to browse Weibo. He Liyao's trending search was still on the top trending list, which was three times as popular as the second one.

Whether it's the comments under the original Weibo or the Weibo in the topic, the direction of the trend is in the direction Fu Qiao expected. Basically, they sympathize with Fu Qiao, scold He Liyao, and @schoolofficial.

"You said He Liyao is home now?" Fu Qiao picked at the red marks on his hands, knowing that he should wear gloves.

[It's hard to say, what if he guards his mother in the hospital? ]
There is no certainty about this matter in 1973. Although He Liyao has been with Shao Xun against his mother's wishes, he is still a filial son in his bones. He's mother is not in good condition now, and her life is in danger at any time. It is not certain whether she will guard .

"You actually think he'll be guarding at the hospital?" Fu Qiao sneered, He Liyao is a dutiful son, but there are so many people in the hospital, and he is so famous, there must be people talking about him.

He Liyao is so self-respecting and proud, he will definitely not stay for too long.

"I guess he must have gone home, but I can't guarantee whether he has come home or not," Fu Kai said with a "chichi" laugh. When she thought of her masterpiece in the afternoon, she was in a particularly good mood .

"By the way, is the progress still not moving?"

[Well, it's still the data from last time. ]
(End of this chapter)