Slag Gong's Loyal Dog Road

The war between the He family and his son continued to escalate. During this confrontation, the two originally rational men became very paranoid. They had many reasons and grievances. They both wanted to overwhelm each other and force them to accept their demands.

He Chenggong never expected that his always obedient eldest son would suddenly become a runaway wild horse.

This successful man who built the glorious He clan kingdom from scratch, the uncompromising patriarch of the He clan who guarded the He family like a mainstay, encountered the fiercest resistance in his life.And this kind of resistance actually came from his favorite big cotton trousers, He Jinghui.

Yes, He Jinghui used to be the pride of him and the entire He family, and he has always subconsciously wanted to make him into another self.

At least in the business field, He Jinghui did not disappoint him, no matter in terms of intelligence or handling methods, he was like a copy of him; while his youngest son, He Jingrui, was like a crooked tree, except for his appearance, he didn't resemble him at all.If it weren't for the two cool faces, everyone might suspect that He Jingrui is not his seed.

Unexpectedly, the eldest son, who is capable, stable, calm, and never worried about him, and the big cotton trousers who obeyed his words and put the family and father first in everything, rebelled like a different person.

This was a great blow to He Chenggong.

He really can't figure it out!Why did He Jinghui become like this?Just for a woman?

But He Jinghui has never been an emotional person, and his private life is quite clean. Other men love/love/find/little/sister, and girlfriends change after another. His son is almost without desires. .However, now he is an enemy of his old father because of Xiaoqin, even to the point where the business family doesn't care and doesn't want to go home!

He Chenggong vaguely felt the crisis.Although he couldn't tell what it was, he instinctively felt that his position was in shambles, that something precious he once had would be taken away at any moment.

A man who has struggled all his life will never compromise in the face of a crisis.In the family turmoil in his later years, he took out the energy he used to do business in the past, trying to subdue his rebellious son with his father's authority and thunderous means.

It's just that he didn't notice the uneasiness hidden under his tough surface, or that he spent all his energy fighting against his son and didn't pay attention to the undercurrent in his heart.It seems that as long as he suppresses his son, he can hold on to the fragile kite string and pull back the kite that was tempted by the sky.

In short, although he was often emotional, he miraculously did not suffer from high blood pressure, but was as energetic as chicken blood.

Compared with him, He Jinghui was miserable.The whole family stood up to accuse him of not saying anything, and Xiaoqin has been in a state of being out of touch. He is fighting alone, without even a comforter.He still didn't dare to leave the company alone, and he didn't know if the female ticket would break up with him, or it might be two-faced.

He Jingrui really sympathized with big brother!

Who would have thought that this mountain that had been on her head since she was a child would have such a hard day!When I was a child, I often thought that if he was unlucky one day, I would go up and make up for it. Now, not only is he reluctant to make trouble, but he is also full of helplessness that he cannot help him out of the predicament.

Every time he went home, even if he was scolded by He Chenggong, he would speak for his elder brother.Knowing that it won't be of much use, but I always secretly hold a little hope in my heart, hoping to convince my stubborn old father.

If the big brother's matter is settled, maybe when it's my turn, there will be less resistance.

The two brothers huddled together on emotional issues, bumping into the mountain of patriarchy time and time again.But He Chenggong's feet have grown into a rock, no matter what they do, everything is hard to shake.

After all, He Jinghui is not a younger brother who grew up cheating. He doesn't have such a thick skin and such a hard bone. No matter how firm his feelings are, his body is weakening day by day.

This day, He Jingrui went to the head office to do business. Early in the morning, he heard the two president's secretaries in front of him muttering.

One said that he didn't eat breakfast today and wanted to eat something from the company, but Mr. He had already arrived, so he couldn't eat breakfast earlier and was about to starve to death.The other said that Mr. He came so early these days, did he not go home and live in the office every day?

He Jingrui felt uncomfortable as if his heart had been pinched.

He stepped forward and grabbed the secretary's sister by the collar and asked, "You Mr. He live in the office every day?"

The secretary's sister paper was staggered by him, she turned her head to recognize him after standing still, and replied in confusion: "It seems to be so. The cleaning lady said that the lights in the office are on at 07:30 every day."

"Is he the only one working overtime?"

"Yes."

"Then what about his meal?"

"I don't know, he didn't let us order meals, but only let me buy a few bags of instant noodles."

He Jingrui threw down his sister papers and rushed to the CEO's office, and rushed in without even knocking on the door.

Although the newly cleaned office was tidy, it was filled with smoke. I don't know how much smoke I had to smoke to get the effect of burning incense in a temple.

He Jinghui sat behind the executive desk, buried in a mountain of documents.

Walking in, you can see his face, which is obviously extremely tired after staying up for several nights.

Is this still the elite and domineering president?Not much better than a big smoker!

His face was pale, his eyes were dark, and the lower half of his face was covered by thick stubble.The upper body nestled in the chair is as thin as a clothes hanger, and it will sway when the wind blows.

He Jingrui even had the illusion that his eldest brother was not far from death.

This delusion made him tremble with pain from heart to lung to liver.

"Brother, I heard you've been staying in the office these days?"

"En." He Jinghui raised his head, his eyes, which were usually sharp or confident, became dull and lifeless, like two black holes that could not see the bottom.

"Have you been staying up all night and not sleeping for days?"

"Ah."

"You don't want to die?!" He Jingrui slapped the table and shouted, his eyes were red.

"I can't sleep, what do you want me to do?"

"Aren't you going to the hospital?"

"Do you have something to do?" He Jinghui looked at him indifferently and said, "I'm very busy now, if you have nothing to do, don't bother me."

He Jingrui stood angrily for a few seconds, then strode out of the office.

Twenty minutes later, he came back with a plastic bag.

Putting the plastic bag on the table, he said forcefully: "You can't do this!" At the same time, he took out a cardboard box and threw it in front of the elder brother.

"What is this?" He Jinghui asked without raising his head.

"Medicine to help sleep."

"It doesn't work for me."

"Then you try this." He Jingrui took out a bottle of Chivaston from the plastic bag and put it on the table.

He Jinghui finally raised his head and looked at him puzzled.

"Either you take medicine and see a doctor today, or go drink with me!" He Jingrui sat down on the table and said without any refutation: "You have to choose one, or I will guard you today until you agree!"

He Jinghui looked at him quietly for a while, then reached out to pick up the wine bottle.