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Zhuo Muyang was woken up by the rapid ringtone of his mobile phone. He opened his chaotic eyes and looked at it. At this time, the sky outside was completely dark. He didn't expect that he had slept for so long.Then the bell stopped, and he heard Gong Xu's voice in a trance, "Hey, brother-in-law, well, Bian Zeming and I are on the way back to Zhangzhou, and we are about to get off the expressway. He is in my car , go directly to the hospital later. You take the people from the court to serve it? Okay, you wait there, um, okay, Bian Zeming drives very steadily, I understand, you tell your parents and eldest sister and second sister Don't worry, hey, the two of us played all the way, so it was only a few days late, it's really good. What's for dinner? Let the elder sister make me fried noodles, okay, I understand, don't worry. Well, then I hang up."

Zhuo Muyang, who was still dazed at first, was completely awake when he heard the word "court". He found that Gong Xu and the person he called his brother-in-law on the phone were talking about him, but he had no idea that some time ago Who did he offend again, why did he have to go to the hospital to wait for the summons? He listened for a long time but couldn't figure out why, but he thought of getting out of the car and running away quickly, but he couldn't bear it. If he ran away, his parents would interrupt the treatment because of his selfishness... He was in a very complicated mood. At this moment, Bian Zeming asked Gong Xu: "Is it Missy and they are worried?"

"Well, they always treat me like a child." Gong Xu's tone sounded quite angry, but it was mixed with a certain coquettish element. His voice was soft, even if he was angry, it would only make people feel angry. Feeling distressed for the kind that wants to be appeased quickly, thinking about it, children born to wealthy families are born with pampering. Zhuo Muyang thought he was childish before, but now he finally knows the root cause.As soon as Gong Xu finished speaking, the speed of the car slowed down. With the light of the highway toll gate, Zhuo Muyang watched helplessly as Bian Zeming stretched out the car window with one hand and handed the money and card to the toll collector. Grabbing Gong Xu's hand, the two of them clasped their fingers together, looking so natural and casual.For some reason, Zhuo Muyang felt a sour feeling from the bottom of his heart.Gong Xu's hand was held by him before, and he even clearly remembered the feel of the hand, it was soft, but there was a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips, warming his cold and desperate heart for more than ten years, and holding his hand. Follow him through college life.

He personally ruined this beautiful period, but he never regretted it.Even if there was regret, it was overwhelmed by Gong Xu's overwhelming revenge.

But still a little sad, Zhuo Muyang couldn't help sniffing.

The voice caused the sensitive Gong Xu to turn his head. Seeing that he was awake, he asked, "Are you awake? You started sleeping as soon as you got in the car. I really don't treat myself as an outsider."

Gong Xu's words made him feel uncomfortable, but it was true. He was trying to force himself, for fear that the two people would harm him in the car, but Gong Xu's car was warm and comfortable, and the thick leather seats The floor is covered with woolen mats, and when you touch it with your fingers, it feels as if you are about to be sucked in. That nasty Akira Bianze even specially played that kind of hypnotic symphony that he couldn't understand to show his high taste, not to mention He had been having nightmares for many days, so that he could see Gong Xu in pieces as soon as he closed his eyes. He was extremely tired and tired, so he fell asleep leaning against the window after a while, and it was he who fell asleep during this time. I had the best sleep and didn't have a single dream.

"Where is this...?" He stuttered and asked.

"Just got off the expressway, and we still have half an hour to arrive at the hospital." Bian Zeming took the lead first, fearing that Gong Xu might say a word to him, his tone lacked even the slightest bit of patience.

Zhuo Muyang let out an "oh", and continued to think about his escape plan in his heart.

But when their car drove into the gate of the hospital, his delusion suddenly came to nothing, because he saw a group of people standing in front of the building to greet them, including court staff in uniform and several burly men in black suits .Wait, why does the middle-aged man standing in the middle of the group look familiar?

The car came to a stop, and the black suit surrounded the whole car, Gong Xu muttered casually: "Brother-in-law's posture is too exaggerated, if you scare Zhuo Muyang into the urine again, I can't even take this car. "After finishing speaking, he looked back at him with extremely contemptuous eyes, and taunted him.

Zhuo Muyang's memory suddenly returned to the humiliating experience when he stood in front of the camera in the Gong's villa that day. His face was flushed red with embarrassment. Fortunately, the car was dark and no one could see it.

The car door opened, and he was ruthlessly pulled out of the car by the black suit, and he was turned in front of the elegant middle-aged man like a prisoner. Only then did he see clearly that this was not the case of Shengyun Film and Television Company. That boss, what is his name Chu Fancheng?Is he here to collect debts?

At this moment, Gong Xu was carried out of the car by Bian Zeming and placed on a wheelchair. He only heard him call out "brother-in-law" sweetly, and Mr. Chu responded with a smile, and then immediately changed into a wheelchair. A stern and icy face was facing him.Oh my god, my god, that person Chu Fancheng is actually Gong Xu's brother-in-law!His eyes widened suddenly, and the unconnected plots in his mind seemed to be connected together by something.Gong Xu is...too scary, he raised his ambition and appetite, and then killed him viciously, sucking blood and eating meat.In order to retaliate against him, Gong Xu was really deliberate and did everything he could.

Before Zhuo Muyang could show his shock, standing beside Chu Fancheng, a man and a woman in uniform came to him and said to him, "Zhuo Muyang, we are the staff of the People's Court of Beishan District, Zhangzhou City. We are here today. Send you the litigation materials of Shengyun Film and Television Company suing you for contract disputes, this is a copy of the complaint and a copy of the relevant evidentiary materials, please take a look and sign the delivery receipt."

Zhuo Muyang couldn't listen to the latter words anymore. The series of blows had already confused his mind. After he got the indictment, he couldn't figure out how much the lawsuit compensation amount was.

He didn't want to sign, didn't want to sign at all.

He looked at Gong Xu viciously, and tried to break free with all his strength, but found that it was of no avail. Those men clamped his arms fiercely.Gong Xu looked at him with a smile, and waved the mobile phone in his hand, telling him that his life, as well as the lives of his parents, were held in Gong Xu's hands, and he only needed to dial a random number. His parents will pass away, and he will have no life and no future.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Muyang was piled on the ground like a puddle of mud, like a walking corpse. The two court staff were very patient, holding the written paper and shaking it desperately in front of his eyes. "Mr. Zhuo, if you don't sign, we will consider the delivery successful." The two said.

Sign it, sign it, he doesn't want to live anymore.But why is there no feeling in the hand, and the written words are crooked and unrecognizable.Afterwards, he was surrounded by a group of people to see his parents again, as if he would run away again, when he entered the elevator, he clearly heard Gong Xu laughing outside, the laughter was pure and clear, Just like when I first met him.

He reluctantly turned his head to take another look, but the elevator door just closed.

After getting out of the elevator, Zhuo Muyang saw his younger brother waiting for him in the corridor.In just a few days, my younger brother, who was already thin, almost lost his weight due to too many family accidents. The cheekbones on his face protruded, his beard was unshaven, his face was sallow and sallow, and he was not at all energetic.When I saw him, I went up to him in three steps at a time, and called out "Big Brother" in an extremely hoarse voice, and then I couldn't speak anymore, tears rolled in the circles of my eyes.Zhuo Muyang only felt that his younger brother was useless, and didn't realize that Zhuo Muyu was just a child under 20 years old, and he couldn't bear such a big blow by himself.

As he got closer, Zhuo Muyang saw a big blister on his younger brother's lip, which was covered with yellow pus, very hideous.Before he could ask anything, he was dragged into the ward by his younger brother. There were two hospital beds in the pale room, and his parents who had fallen asleep were lying on each.The father was kept alive by a ventilator and continuous intravenous drip, like a candle, waiting to boil the last bit of wax and bid farewell to his eldest son.

Zhuo Muyang didn't have a single tear, he bit his lip with his teeth and almost bit the flesh, there was a bloody smell in his mouth, and the hatred accumulated in his heart for more than twenty years disappeared with the heart-pounding pain. dissipated.His knees softened, and he knelt beside his father's hospital bed, took his father's slightly cold and dry hands, and said, "Dad, I'm back. I'm sorry..."

Probably the telepathy between father and son, the old man tried his last bit of strength to move his eyelids and his lips twitched, but the next second, the monitoring instrument placed by the bed issued a sound that broke the silence of the whole room , the weakly fluctuating heart rate line was straightened.Immediately afterwards, his younger brother threw himself on his father, shouting "Dad! Dad!", the voice was heart-piercing, Zhuo Muyang stood up, staring numbly at the scene of father and son parting, as if an outsider.On the other bed, their mother was asleep, unaware of his wife's death.

Zhuo Muyang felt that his life was like a joke, burdened with debts, chased by the police, betrayed by all, and in the end, he had nothing left.

The doctor opened the door and came in. After a short examination, he announced the death of his father and told them that they could arrange the funeral. The two brothers had never experienced such a scene. Fortunately, Gong Xu sent someone to help them manage it all the way so that they could not As for running around, just ignorantly busy upstairs and downstairs. There are no police, no judges, just him and his younger brother, brothers and sisters, helping each other, and don't even have to worry about money.

In the middle of the night, they were already guarding in the mourning hall of the funeral parlor, and an ever-burning lamp dangled on in front of the coffin.Suddenly the wind blew, and Zhuo Muyang got goosebumps all over his body. Within 5 minutes, a car drove into the yard, and then, Bian Zeming pushed Gong Xu, who was dressed in black, into the room.

It's them again.

Although Zhuo Muyang was grateful, he couldn't understand this seemingly innocent and complicated person more and more. He stood up and was about to ask what they were doing, but Bian Zeming stood beside Gong Xu's wheelchair , bowed three times to the coffin.Zhuo Muyu tugged at his sleeve, returned the salute, and thanked them.

Bian Zeming squatted down expressionlessly, ordered a handful of paper money and threw it into the copper basin, patted the ashes off his body, stood up, and was about to push Gong Xu away.

Zhuo Muyang couldn't understand, so he called them to stop, and the two of them turned to look at him, but he became dumb, uttering the word "thank you" out of his stomach.

Gong Xu sneered, ignored it, and gestured, Bian Zeming obediently pushed his wheelchair away.

"Brother! What are you talking about in your sleep?" Zhuo Muyang was woken up by his younger brother, and there was indeed a wind blowing outside, howling like a ghost. "Who did you say thank you to?"

"Gong Xu..." he said subconsciously.

"Are you dreaming?" My younger brother asked suspiciously with red and swollen eyes.

"They never came?"

"Who? No one has come." Zhuo Muyu lowered his head, pointed to the two men in black clothes guarding outside, and said, "They are watching, who dares to come."