canary dressed as a disabled villain

Zhuang Jianning stared blankly at He Zhuo. He Zhuo's father, whom he had never met, originally liked men, but why did he marry Mrs. He and have a son.

In the original plot, He Zhuo's father is extremely talented in business. Although he is the third child in the He family, he is very popular with Mr. He, and he has been training him as the future helm of the He family.

Could it be that getting married and having children is the exchange condition for him to obtain the status of heir?

Last time, from Mr. Mao's mouth, it was vaguely inferred that He Zhuo lacked food and clothing when he was a child.

No matter why He Zhuo's parents married, He Zhuo's mother must have resentment towards her son.

These thoughts flashed through his mind, Zhuang Jianning quickly squatted down, looked at He Zhuo's pale face, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He withdrew his hand from He Zhuo's big palm, spread his five fingers, squeezed into his fingers, the palms pressed together, and his fingers clasped tightly.

Mrs. He's memory still stayed in the few days when the car accident happened ten years ago, and she didn't realize at all that the young man in a wheelchair in front of her was her grown-up son.

She looked at this completely unfamiliar room in her memory in a panic, her brain was roaring, her eyes were full of panic, she opened and closed her mouth several times before it seemed to turn on the sound switch, and she screamed hoarsely "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Clutching the white quilt tightly with both hands, trembling all over, kicking his legs and feet back vigorously, just wanting to escape from here quickly, but his whole body seemed to be completely drained of strength.

"He Mingxuan, you are still alive! No, I saw your severed body buried with my own eyes! You are a ghost!"

"It's not me who killed you, you go to the He family! Why did you come to me! Ahhh, help! There is a ghost! Come and save me! Ahhhh..."

After He Zhuo and Zhuang Jianing went in, Li Zhu dismissed all the idlers.

There were only three of them in the empty room at the moment.

He Zhuo looked at the wonderful performance in front of him, like a key that had been away for ten years, unlocking the memory he had long sealed.

He quietly admired it for a while, then suddenly asked, "What are you afraid of?"

It's like a question sentence, and it's also like knowingly asking irony.

Madam He seemed to wake up suddenly, she stopped struggling to retreat, and her pale face unexpectedly became a little bloody for no reason.

The hand that was holding the quilt tightly was raised slowly, staring at the eyes that were about to drip blood, "He Mingxuan, even after you die, you still want to bring that little bitch with you! Even if you die, you still have to come out together to make a fool of yourself!"

She raised her head and laughed a few times, and when she cast her eyes on Zhuang Jianning again, she said with bitter resentment, "Bitch! You have been with He Mingxuan for so many years, so what, I am the wife of He Jiaming, you and him They died together, but they are not even eligible to enter the He family's ancestral grave!"

Zhuang Jianning felt that his mind was big enough. Under Mrs. He's gaze, he still panicked for no reason, and was about to avoid her gaze when a warm palm covered his eyes. In the next moment, he was caught He Zhuo took him into his arms.

A soft voice came from the pinna, "Don't be afraid! She is a lunatic."

Zhuang Jianning hugged him tightly, her heart seemed to be sewn tightly with needles.

Although Mrs. He's current loss of control is because she mistook the grown-up He Zhuo for his father, she must have been insane for a long time, and the little He Zhuo was often tortured by her.

He also really wanted to hold Xiao He Zhuo like this, and tell him: Don't be afraid.

He Zhuo didn't expect her to be so crazy, and regretted bringing Zhuang Jianning here rashly, but the person in his arms suddenly gave birth to the courage to fight against the past.

"He's not qualified to enter, and you, Ling Qiubai, won't be able to enter either after you die." He slowly rubbed the back of Zhuang Jianning's head, and for the first time in his life, looked directly at her with stern eyes, "What do you want to do in the long run? Let's take care of it first." Look who I am."

Mrs. He stared at the two people in front of her, still screaming non-stop, but her eyes of extreme panic and resentment gradually showed more searching and doubts.

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Everyone else has left the courtyard, only the dean is still dutifully bowing and waiting at the door.The soundproofing effect of the room is good, only Mrs. He's screams of terror can be heard intermittently.

He didn't know what happened in the room, he only knew that if Mrs. He passed out again, he would have nothing good to eat.

Anxiously and worriedly, he said to Li Zhu who was blocking the door: "Mrs. He just woke up, and her mind is still completely confused now, and she can't stand any stimulation at all. Should I let the attending doctor go in and have a look?"

Hearing Mrs. He's screams, Li Zhu felt relieved. The last time he visited Mrs. He, Mr. He's abnormal mood was still vivid in his memory.

Although Mr. He has never disclosed any personal affairs to him, but he has been with Mr. He for so long, and he can vaguely feel that Mr. He's temperament is related to his childhood experience.

Carefree is carefree. Hearing what the dean said, I feel a little bit drummed in my heart. Nothing will really happen.

When he was in a dilemma, he looked up and saw someone coming in front of him, his eyes lit up, "Lawyer Mao, Doctor Yan, are you here to see Madam?"

Yan Lu and Mao Jun strolled along the river for half a circle. They were really worried, so they pulled Mao Jun over to have a look.

Mao Jun came closer, heard the movement in the room, immediately frowned, took Yan Lu's arm, walked two steps quickly, pushed Li Zhu away, said hastily "I'll go in and have a look", and broke into the door.

Li Zhu heaved a sigh of relief, closed the door, and gave the dean a calm look.

Lawyer Mao and Doctor Yan are not as important to Mr. He as Mr. Zhuang, but they know a little more about Mr. He's past.With the three of them here, Mr. He must not be so uncomfortable.

As soon as Mao Jun stepped into the door, he saw the person half lying on the bed, and shouted in surprise: "Ah Zhuo, you are Ah Zhuo!"

Zhuang Jianning's face was still pinned to his chest by He Zhuo, and he was relieved to hear that, just as he was about to struggle to get out of his arms, he heard a harsh scolding sound explode in the room.

"How many times have I told you to keep a low profile, don't show off yourself so much! If you were not obedient and insisted on getting a champion in science, how would that group of people do anything to us! How could we have a car accident! How could I be in a hospital bed Lay down for ten years!" Mrs. He became more and more excited as she spoke, her beautiful face gradually became grim, "You and He Mingxuan are courting death, don't..."

Mao Jun reached out and took the vase on the low cabinet next to it, and threw it hard on the ground in front of him, and the sharp porcelain fragments exploded immediately.

He Zhuo reacted quickly, and immediately hugged Zhuang Jianning, who was trembling with anger, tightly in his arms.

Mao Jun hit it very accurately, and most of the fragments flew towards the hospital bed, and Mrs. He's face and arms were also stabbed several times.

Under the drastic change, she was in pain and panic, and immediately silenced, even screaming was blocked in her throat.

Yan Lu was also frightened. He had known Mr. Mao for nearly ten years, and he always looked like a lazy and relaxed nobleman, and he rarely even frowned.

Mr. Mao was wearing a pair of soft leather shoes with thin soles. Regardless of the fragments on the ground, he strode up to the hospital bed and pulled out a piece of porcelain that had stuck into Mrs. He's face. He looked at the blood on his pale face. , gritted his teeth and sneered:

"Hide your strengths and bide your time! You let a child of seven or eight years old hide his strengths and bide his time! You tear up his books when you see him studying, and you will beat him up when he returns home if he gets a little better in the exam. In order not to let him grow up, he doesn't even give him enough to eat. !"

With the greatest malice in his life, he cursed: "I have been holding back this sentence for 20 years, you deserve to die!"

"Mr. Mao."

"Mr. Mao!"

Yan Lu and He Zhuo shouted at the same time.

Yan Lu was afraid that he would lose control of his emotions, and the fragment in his hand would pierce Mrs. He's throat in a second.

He Zhuo didn't want to be exposed to the bloody past, especially Zhuang Jianning didn't want to hear it.

Zhuang Jianning pulled He Zhuo's arm vigorously with both hands, and suddenly poked his head out of his embrace, the corners of his eyes were red and moist.

When he looked at He Zhuo's face, he was so distressed that he almost stopped breathing. He stood up, bent down and wrapped He Zhuo's head with his hands, pressed him into his neck, and whispered in a trembling voice: " I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I came too late, I should have come earlier, I really want to come sooner."

He Zhuo didn't care about Mrs. He's injuries, as long as he didn't have to worry about his life.

It's not surprising what Mr. Mao did. This man has a ruthless spirit that is not afraid of heaven and earth since he was young.

All his focus is on what Zhuang Jianning said.

It's too late.

Should have come sooner.

Where did Zhuang Jianning come from?

Would you... go again?

Yan Lu glanced at He Zhuo, and Zhuang Jianning who was holding him, and felt that he didn't need to worry about it, so he strode towards Mao Jun.

He snatched the sharp tile from Mrs. He's neck, threw it on the ground, and called out cautiously, "Brother Jun, are you alright?"

Mrs. He's three souls and seven souls who were scared away slowly returned to their positions. She was in a coma for ten years, and she just woke up not long ago. Her physical strength was not as good as that of ordinary people.

There was a sharp pain on her face and arms again, she slowly raised her hand to touch her face, looked at the blood in her hand and screamed again.

The voice was weak and low, like a rusty saw grinding a steel wire inch by inch.

His eyes lost their former brilliance and became dull and dull.

Afraid that she would faint again, Yan Lu immediately pressed the beeper, "Let the attending doctor come over."

After Li Zhu received the notice, he quickly made arrangements. When the attending doctor and his assistant came in, Yan Lu only said, "The patient lost control of his emotions and broke the vase."

The two doctors were well-trained, they nodded, they didn't look or think too much, and concentrated on doing their own things well.

He Zhuo also had a small wound on his arm, and his assistant was holding a medical tray for treatment.

Zhuang Jianning saw that He Zhuo's arm retracted instinctively, and hurriedly fended off the doctor, "Thank you, I'll come, please prepare a medicine kit for me, please."

He guessed that Mrs. He couldn't cope anymore, and didn't want He Zhuo to stay longer in this environment, rubbing the back of his head, like coaxing a child, "He Zhuo, I'm tired, is there a room here to rest?"

He Zhuo let out a "hmm", slightly opened the collar of his shirt, and took a bite on the side of his neck.

It seemed that only the person in front of him could fill the big hole in his chest, "Baby."

"Huh?" Zhuang Jianning felt that his eyes were not so dry, he lowered his head and kissed his eyes, stepped back a little, and looked at him, "I'm here."

Seeing the intimacy of the two of them, Mao Jun paused, opened and closed his lips silently, and walked out the door.

Yan Lu also followed him.

Zhuang Jianning pushed He Zhuo's wheelchair, followed behind Li Zhu, passed through two elegant corridors, passed through bamboo forests, and circled around the round lake before arriving at the holiday building specially built for He Zhuo.

Although He Zhuo has only been here twice.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, Mao Jun and Yan Lu were sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Seeing He Zhuo and Zhuang Jianing coming in, Mao Jun stirred his fingers, glanced at the fragments on He Zhuo's arm, lowered his head, "Just now, I'm sorry."

He Zhuo sat down on the opposite sofa, glanced at him lightly, and didn't say anything.

Zhuang Jian Ning said, what is there to be sorry for, if he knew that He Zhuo had been treated like this by his biological mother, he would also want to do that in that scene.

When he glanced at He Zhuo's forearm, he suddenly understood that Mr. Mao's words of "sorry" were probably not because he regretted what he did to Mrs. He, but because he hurt He Zhuo unintentionally.

He squatted in front of He Zhuo, opened the medicine box, held his smooth forearm, carefully picked out the small fragments with medical tweezers, and then sterilized them with alcohol cotton balls.

There was a puff of anger in my heart for no reason.

Mao Jun has done so much for He Zhuo. When he was a child, he bought food for him, transferred jobs for him, and tried every means to make him happy.

When he grows up, he still stands in the front, venting his anger for He Zhuo.

Where he can't see, he doesn't know how much he has silently done for He Zhuo.

He is neither qualified nor in a position to comment.

He was only angry that he did too little for He Zhuo.