Cute from the sky, the black-bellied young man chases after his husband

When He Chenlang opened his eyes again, he didn't smell the pungent smell of disinfectant, nor did he see the ward that made him feel depressed. Instead, he found himself in a bright, spacious, high-end and luxuriously decorated room with ancient Chinese style. breath in the room.

He thought he was really dreaming, but when he wanted to turn his head, he felt a sharp pain coming from his head.He accidentally caught a glimpse of him lying on the bedside and fell asleep, but his hand was holding his hand tightly.

Why should he save himself?If he died, wouldn't it be just what he wanted?Or did he think his punishment wasn't enough?After saving himself, he will play tricks on him.

He Chenlang slowly withdrew his hand that was held by him, clenched it into a fist and put it back under the quilt, at the same time, he looked away from him without hesitation.

This little action of his woke up Yu Wenhao, who was still asleep, "Are you awake? How do you feel now? I'll call the doctor..." His eyes were as gentle as water, and his tone was as gentle as the spring breeze in March.

But he interrupted him coldly, "There is no one else here at Yu Wenhao, so you don't need to be hypocritical. What you do will only make me feel sick and disgusted, why not just kill me!"

The expression in his eyes and even the breath exuding from his whole body were icy cold, that kind of coldness was comparable to the coldness in the middle of winter in the twelfth lunar month.Before, he was indifferent to himself as if he was treating a stranger who met by chance, but now he looked at him with hatred.

"Xiaochen..." He cautiously stretched out his hand to him, his movements were very gentle, for fear that he would hurt him again if he was not careful.

"Don't touch me!" He patted his hand away coldly, his beautiful eyes were full of hatred, "Yu Wenhao, do you really want to pretend anymore? You really make me feel more and more Disgusting! You'd better kill me now, or if I find a chance, I will definitely kill you!" He stared at him, his delicate eyebrows furrowed into a ball.

"I'm sorry..." Apart from these three words, he really didn't know what else to say to him. Now in his heart there was only remorse and guilt. He hated himself for not being able to find out the source of the video before being dazzled by anger.

He sneered and snorted coldly, and turned his face aside with difficulty, a painful expression flashed across his handsome face, and his dense and long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.

The room fell into silence again, so quiet that even the wind blowing in from the window could be heard clearly.

Yu Wenhao just froze in place, and slowly retracted the hand that was also frozen in mid-air.A beautiful thin lip was slightly parted, and he seemed to want to say something, but in the end his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't speak for a while.

He was about to leave silently, but his weak voice came from behind him.

"My sister...how is she?"

Yu Wenhao was taken aback, stopped, but didn't dare to look back at him, "She is recovering well, do you need me to bring her to see you?"

"Need not!"

Just by hearing his cold tone, he could imagine his indifferent expression.

"I don't want her to see me in a mess." There was helplessness and sadness in his words.

"Yu Wenhao!" He suddenly stopped him again, his beautiful eyes suddenly dimmed, "What do you think is left between us?"

"My love to you."

His answer from the heart was met with a disdainful smile.

"I'm so tired." He still felt as if his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds. Although his head hurt, the sleepiness still came like a tide.

Yu Wenhao, since when did I always live under the scheming of others...

When he woke up again, he found that the lights in the house were much softer, much like the warm orange lights in his home.He got up from the hard bed, and when he looked around, he found that the place he was in was no longer Yu Wenhao's luxurious villa, but the home he once loved so much!

The decoration of the house has really not changed at all, the red brick walls, the old-fashioned wall clock hanging on the wall, the paint-peeled dresser that my mother used to use, and the little bear toy that my sister loves...

Everything was so familiar, it almost made him suspect that he was dreaming!

He Chenlang pinched himself, the pain from his leg made him believe that he was not dreaming!All this is true!

He opened the door and walked to the living room, where he saw the whole family sitting around the dining table, smiling and waiting for him to have dinner.

He was so excited that he shed tears, but when he walked up, he found that the surrounding environment turned into a ward, and the mother lying on the bed was dying...

"Don't...don't!" The past reality reappeared in the form of a nightmare, and the unspeakable pain in his heart surged again. He walked quickly to the bedside, holding his mother's hand tightly like a helpless child. Crying bitterly, "Mom, don't leave me! Don't leave me, okay? I will listen to you in everything from now on..."

"Xiao Lang, you finally let me down..."

After He's mother finished saying this, she slowly closed her eyes, and her body gradually became cold...

"Don't! Don't—" He kept shaking his head, holding his mother's hand tightly, as if he wanted to keep something, but Mother He didn't open his eyes again in the end.

A soft heart was being ravaged, and the pain like being hacked into pieces made him almost go crazy!

"Why? Why did you do this to me?" He screamed in despair, fell to the ground, closed his eyes and sobbed and trembled helplessly, his handsome face was already full of tears.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was actually on a street, and he caught a glimpse of his father in the crowd, "Dad... Dad!" Run in the direction of your father.

Dad wore a handsome suit and had greasy hair.There was a group of people around him, and there seemed to be a man about his age beside him.

Dad seemed to have turned his head, he seemed to have seen himself, he seemed to know that he was looking for him, but he turned his face indifferently and chatted happily with the man beside him, as if deliberately ignoring him.

Watching his father drift away, He Chenlang still chased after him desperately, because he had a lot of questions he wanted to ask him:

"Why didn't you answer the phone that day? Did you no longer want us? Why didn't my mother see you before she left..."

"Where have you been all these years? Are you doing well?"

"I've been really scared all these years, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on..."

"Every time I deliver courier, takeout, and newspaper to others, and see other people's family enjoying themselves, I really miss... I really miss the time when our family was still together."

"Dad, do you know? Xiao Lang just realized...that the city is really big, but I can't find a place to stay! In that strange city, I was really scared...so afraid of the night! I am afraid of the cold and long winter! I am even more afraid of the various festivals every year! I remember that you would go home to accompany us every festival no matter how busy you were, which means that you still have us in your heart, right? Dad, Xiao Lang I really want to go back to the past! But Dad, why are you pretending not to know me now? Did I do something wrong? Is it because I fell in love with a man? So... so even you despise me. "

Tears kept pouring out, and he was running almost with all his strength, "Dad, don't go, I was wrong... I don't love him anymore, I don't want to like him anymore!"

But when he was about to meet his father, he was stopped by someone!

"Let me go! Let me go! I'm going to find my father!" He screamed and struggled, suddenly his arm seemed to be stabbed by something, and it didn't take long for him to feel weak again and fell asleep drowsily ...

After the doctor pulled out the syringe, Yu Wenhao hugged He Chenlang, who had just been hallucinating, back to the bed with distress.

"When will he recover?" He gently smoothed his messy hair, as if caring for a rare treasure.

The doctor shook his head helplessly, "Although his external injury has healed, but this internal injury... oh~"

"No matter what method you use, you must cure him for me!"

"This..." The doctor hesitated for a moment, because he was really not sure, "Try not to stimulate him first, and then I will think of a way."

Yu Wenhao sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching his sleeping face, and slowly stretched out his hand to gently caress his face.

Although he had fallen asleep, Yu Wenhao's heart was still aching.Thinking of the crazy move he made just now, he still has lingering fears.But he also learned from what he just said that he had actually spent these years like this...

Thinking of the difficult years he spent alone for eight years, he felt more and more worried, and the guilt in his heart became more and more intense.

But Xiaochen, why are you unwilling to tell me these things?And what happened eight years ago... How much did you hide from me?But you clearly told me that the two of us should not lie to each other...

I never lied to you, never even hid anything from you, but what about you?Have you ever thought about a lot of things, if you could tell me clearly, would the ending...would it be different?

Just as Yu Wenhao was immersed in endless sadness and guilt, a military green military vehicle stopped in front of his villa, and Cheng Yixuan, who was dressed in a handsome military uniform, got out of the vehicle.

"Sir, this is Young Master Yu's private residence, outsiders are not allowed to enter." Seeing Cheng Yixuan in military uniform, the housekeeper was so frightened that he changed his usual domineering attitude into a respectful one.

"This is Yu Wenhao's kennel?" Without hesitation, Cheng Yixuan ordered his subordinates to arrest the housekeeper, "Take me to see him!"

The housekeeper's expression changed drastically, and he didn't even dare to stop him.