Bad kind

The board of directors had completely suspended his work due to the recent "scandal", and Mrs. Zhong, who had achieved her goal, wanted Zhong Yan to give up the entertainment industry and come back.But Zhong Yan, who had already tasted the sweetness in the draft, refused to live and die, and Zhong Miao didn't care about the company's affairs. Both of them thought that as long as the company didn't fall into Chen Yao's hands, it would be fine if they could get a dividend.

The power that was finally in his hands was going to be handed over to the side branch, and Zhong Youhui, who was not reconciled, was so angry that he was almost hospitalized again.

On the grounds that his body was no longer able to manage the company, the board of directors rejected Zhong Youhui's desire to go back to work.

Chen Yao was almost not happy when he heard about this.

He really didn't like that family, but Zhong Yan's cheating of Zhong Youhui in disguise made him feel that the hideous-looking people were a little cute.

Because he broke up in front of Zhong Youhui, Chen Yao simply went back to the old house to live for a while, and by the way, he could take care of Chen Huifang and find a chance to bring him out.

He didn't have many things, and the small box Yi Zelin brought was just full.

When he was about to be discharged from the hospital, the man was still pestering him.

"I won't see you for a long time when I go back." Yi Zelin kept pecking his face: "Mr. Chen shouldn't easily backtrack, right?"

Such a big person is still sticky with himself.

Although he was complaining in his heart, the corners of Chen Yao's mouth almost went behind his ears: "Not sure."

Knowing Chen Yao's duplicity, Yi Zelin's eyes darkened: "Are you coming back?"

He couldn't wait for the answer he wanted for a long time, his heart was about to sink, Chen Yao picked his chin and kissed him directly: "Next time put less sugar in the porridge, it's too sweet."

When Chen Yao wanted to get away and leave, it was too late, Yi Zelin's big palm firmly pressed the back of his head, not allowing him to back up a bit.Moist breath enveloped Chen Yao, his mouth was full of Yi Zelin's faint grape smell.

"Grape-flavored, it's your favorite mouthwash." Yi Zelin's thumb caressed his cheek intentionally or unintentionally, biting his lips and speaking inarticulately.

The tip of Chen Yao's tongue pressed against the surface of Yi Zelin's tongue: "I have tasted it."

When I returned to the old house, none of the Zhong family was there.

Zhong Youhui went to the hospital for reexamination, and Zhong Yan rushed to inform that Mrs. Zhong and Zhong Miao went shopping together again, or found an afternoon tea, and made fun of him with those ladies.

These servants usually do one thing when Zhong Youhui is around, and they don't care much about Zhong Youhui when Zhong Youhui is not around, because Mrs. Zhong will not like it.

Over time, he was like the most familiar stranger in this family.

"Where's my mother?"

Chen Yao stopped a servant who was about to pass by.

"Up there." After saying that, she hurried away, as if saying one more word would kill her, there was no intention of taking him up at all.

According to what Chen Yao knew about this family, they would never give Chen Huifang a better room.

It was quiet up there, the ground was polished, skipped a few important bedrooms and guest bedrooms, called a few times without hearing a response, went all the way to a corner, and heard an abnormal sound, Gu Whether there is a camera or not, Chen Yao's face is terribly gloomy.

There is a room at the corner leading to the attic where the sundries are stored. Usually, if there are heavy objects that I don’t want to move up, I will put them in this room.

Dusty, dark and airless, so remote that you don't need to go there, you don't think of it at all.

The old house was so big, even if Zhong Youhui didn't like Chen Huifang, he wouldn't be so downcast that he would be locked up in this kind of place.

In fact, he really did it.

Even worse.

There was a simple bed in the hastily tidied room, and when Chen Yao opened the door, there was no light in it.An iron chain was tied to the feet of the haggard woman, which connected to one side of the foot of the bed. Sitting on the bed, she smiled foolishly, and yelled when she saw someone at the door.

Worse than the days in the madhouse.

"Where's the key?" Chen Yao looked for the butler, and looked coldly at the servants around him.

"Master Chen, please don't embarrass me. It's my wife who said that it's not safe to have a lunatic at home, so I have to..."

Shrieks of terror came and went, and Chen Yao dragged the man by the back collar, not caring whether the man would suffocate: "You'd better go up with me to unlock it, or you won't be able to wait for Zhong Miao to come back."

"I'll drive! I'll drive!" The suffocation forced the butler to bow his head first, and some servants had already gone to invite the members of the Zhong family back.

They didn't want to do this kind of thing either, but the identities of Chen Yao and Chen Huifang were too embarrassing, and they didn't want to lose their jobs, so they could only obey Mrs. Zhong's words.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yao, who has always been kind to others and kept quiet, suddenly got into trouble, and his movements of dragging people upstairs were not messy at all.

As soon as there were more people, Chen Huifang, who was already mentally ill, yelled. The nails on her hands were cut into the flesh. They were round and harmless, but no one dared to approach them, as if they saw some plague god. .

Chen Yao didn't care if Chen Huifang would hit him, stepped into her safe zone, hugged her tightly in his arms, comforted her softly, raised her foot to signal the person in front of him to open the lock: "Mom, it's me , It's okay, I'm back."

He should have come back sooner.

Self-blame buried Chen Yao, he gently stroked the woman's face, hummed a little song from his childhood, and the woman in his arms gradually calmed down.

Apart from the mental torture, Chen Huifang was not physically injured, and there were signs of being imprisoned on her ankles.

All of a sudden, Chen Yao's gaze was fixed on it, and Chen Yao was about to go out with someone in his arms, but was stopped by everyone:

"Master Chen, Madam said that Ms. Chen's range of activities can only be here, and she cannot go out." The housekeeper showed embarrassment, and blocked the exit with his body: "Since she went crazy and smashed things at home, sir also said so .”

Chen Yao stared at the person in front of him closely: "If I don't go out, can I take my mother back to my room? This family can't even have my room, right?"

"no……"

He kicked the bed hard, and the sound of moving and hitting the wall was loud, scaring everyone in front of him to silence: "Are you trying to drive me crazy together?"

"It's a crime to imprison others. You know the law and break the law. You really think that I can't do anything to you without evidence, right?" Chen Yao stood in front of him and looked at the people blocking him: "Would you like to try it? Let's see if the Zhong family came back first, or the police arrived at the door first?"

Chen Yao knew that even if the police were called, it would be useless.

He has no substantive evidence that the Zhong family imprisoned people. His mother has a history of mental illness. The people inside and outside the house are basically the old servants of the Zhong family. Under the money, there is no reason to help him and lose it. Zhong's job.

These people can be said to prevent Chen Huifang from hurting others, at most they will let it go after being educated.

Chen Yao couldn't swallow this breath.

Just because he can't point out Zhong Youhui's fault now doesn't mean he can't point out other people's faults.

The biggest garbage in the book, Zhong Youhui!