After admitting the wrong person and getting the wrong certificate, the heir of a wealthy family bec

Zhu Chunfeng held the note tightly in his hand.

Li Meng wanted to read the content on the note but couldn't. Her face turned red and jealousy made her face distorted and hideous.

"By the way, there is another note for..."

As the doctor spoke, he took out another piece of paper. Li Meng and the Zhuang family looked at it at the same time, staring eagerly.

It must be their turn now.

"This is for Ms. Su Yuhong and Mr. Zhan Yan."

After the doctor finished speaking, Zhan Yan motioned to Su Yuhong to take it.

Su Yuhong didn't hesitate. He took the note and opened it. His usually calm mood was rippled at this moment.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Tao still remembered her.

After all, he is different from other bookmakers.

Zhan Yan has already guessed what Zhuang Tao wrote, and he must have asked him to help Su Yuhong complete the matter.

Zhuang Tao was afraid that he would not have the chance to get off the operating table, so he made arrangements in advance.

"Doctor, are you gone? We are his family, does he have nothing to say to us?"

The banker's second uncle saw that Zhan Yan and Su Yuhong both had notes, but they didn't, so he questioned the doctor with a look of disbelief on his face.

The doctor looked innocent.

"No more! If there is any, I will definitely give it to you."

"How could it not be possible? I am his second uncle! Both his parents are dead, and his grandparents are also gone. I am his closest relative!"

The second uncle of the banker was unwilling to give in and almost forced the doctor into a corner.

The doctor frowned and thought for a while.

“Before he took the anesthesia, he told us not to tell his adoptive parents, as we didn’t want them to worry.

Said that if something unexpected happened to him, all his property would be left to them. "

The doctor just told the truth, and the second uncle of the Zhuang family felt his chest rise and fall violently, mainly because there were Wen Rao and others beside him, and his old face almost fell to the ground.

"Then... Taozi may have said that because he was ill and unconscious.

We have a very good relationship on weekdays, but this child...don't mention it to us because you don't want us to worry..."

The second uncle of the banker did not forget to seek compensation for himself, but he hated Zhuang Tao in his heart.

Isn't this turning your elbow outward?

Chunfeng found a deserted place at this time, opened the note and read it.

Li Meng always wanted to find an opportunity to get close to her, but was stopped by Wen Rao and Wang Ying.

The handwriting on the note was a bit sloppy, and you could tell how hastily and painfully he had written it.

The content above made her burst into tears instantly. It was only a few dozen words, but he poured all his feelings into it.

"If there is an accident, don't feel guilty. Let's gather and disperse according to circumstances, and come and go according to fate. If you get through this, I won't force you anymore. I just hope you will always smile."

Chunfeng never knew that he had such an artistic side.

I had heard that he was a Chinese major before, but I had never cared about it.

The last sentence "I wish you would always smile" reflects his uneasiness about the spring breeze.

Worried that she would fall into a vortex of photos and harm herself.

He couldn't let go, but he had to pretend to be free and easy.

Chunfeng hugged his legs and cried out.

She didn't want to start this relationship, just because she didn't want to be the one in the relationship who was always taken care of and whose mood was always protected.

She wants a well-matched relationship and doesn't want to be anyone's accessory.

The more tolerance Zhuang Tao gave her, the less able she was to accept him.

……

In a dark, damp room similar to a basement.

Zheng Xiao woke up in a daze and found that his hands and feet were tied and unable to move.

There were some shabby posters posted on the surrounding walls. They were all in foreign languages ​​​​that he could not understand. They were not English, but looked like texts from Southeast Asia.

Squeak!

The door opened, and four tall men in white coats walked in.

All four of them were wearing masks and gloves, so their faces could not be seen clearly. The white light shone on their faces, making them look like ghosts from the underworld seeking their lives.