Ex-boyfriend turned cute meow

This smile makes Ding Ran forget that there are other people in the room.

He also forgot to say hello to Mr. Le and Mrs. Le, and ran straight towards Le Ming.

Although Le Ming still looks so pretty when he smiles, he feels like crying.

Look at you, you are almost transparent now, and you are too thin, too thin...

When Ding Ran bowed to Mr. Le and Mrs. Le, his eyes were fixed on Le Ming. Before Mr. Le and Mrs. Le could speak, he immediately leaned over and reached out to hold Le Ming's hand.

He felt that Le Ming touched the back of his hand lightly, and his tears were about to fall out.

Xu Min followed Ding Ran into the door, first greeted Mr. Le and Mrs. Le respectfully, and then handed the things he brought to Le Ming.

"I'm late, I'm sorry, everything is here," Xu Min said in a low voice without looking at Le Song, "Including what you asked me to find last time."

Le Ming nodded, he turned his head to look at Ding Ran, and said softly: "Be good, wait for me for a while."

Ding Ran nodded, but when he raised his head, he found that everyone except him stood up abruptly, as if Le Ming's words were a whimsical thing to see a prehistoric monster.

"Le Ming, is your voice okay?" Madam Le's tears welled up in her eyes, and she put her hand on her eyes, "Great, what should I do if this child can no longer speak..."

Only then did Ding Ran realize that he was used to getting along with Le Ming in a face-to-face state these days, but he didn't know that Le Ming's real state was so serious.

I almost lost my voice...

Ding Ran gripped Le Ming's hand anxiously, but Le Ming pinched his fingertips lightly to comfort him.

After being greatly shocked, Le Song exchanged glances with Dr. Fu quickly.

Le Ming didn't even look at him, he just turned his head and said to Le father and mother: "Dad, Mom, you go downstairs first."

He then said to Xu Min: "Please take my parents downstairs and chat with them."

Xu Min pursed his lips knowingly, and solemnly asked Mr. Le and Mrs. Le to go downstairs with him.

Mrs. Le originally wanted to talk to Le Ming for a while, but she could only bear the thought back.

After Ding Ran heard Le Ming say these two sentences, he suddenly felt a little strange.

Le Ming's voice was not quite like his original voice, but more like his voice after his soul penetrated into Mian Mian's body.

So a little hoarse, low, no longer as clear as before.

Ding Ran was a little worried, so he took the tea cup on the side and handed it to Le Ming carefully: "Is your throat uncomfortable? Then stop talking and drink some water first."

Le Ming hooked the corners of his lips, took a sip from the cup, and still clasped Ding Ran's palm with his other hand.

"Your voice is fine," Le Song seemed to have adjusted, showing a relieved expression, "Great, why didn't you tell me about such a happy thing?"

Le Ming didn't look at him, but turned to look at Dr. Fu who was stunned aside: "What do you say, Dr. Fu?"

Dr. Fu licked his lips, and began to speak dryly: "Although this result makes me very happy, it is indeed a bit unreasonable. I checked, and it is indeed, indeed, the vocal cords are damaged..."

"You're right, it's a fact that your vocal cords are damaged, because you've made perfect preparations," Le Ming nodded, "The medicine that was mixed in the wine that day was meant to destroy my throat Bar?"

When Ding Ran heard this, he stared at Le Song with wide eyes.

"The reason is probably because you want me to be unable to sing in the future, and completely cut off the idea of ​​developing in the entertainment industry, so as to meet your expectations for my future." Le Ming raised his eyes, "You think my responsibility is Stay at home with your parents and follow your request."

"But, why do you think you can control my life?" Le Ming asked in a low voice.

"Why? Of course it's because I'm your elder brother." Le Song straightened his collar with a calm expression. "Although my approach was a bit extreme, my intentions are good, and I think I'm right. I didn't think I would really hurt you, it just made you lose your voice, and it didn't do much harm to your body, you can stay with your parents and make them happy, that's the most important thing."

"If you can make your parents happy, I can ask the best doctor to heal your throat for you in the future." Le Song looked at Le Ming, "It's best if your voice is fine now, and my brother is also happy for you."

"Even if you are my elder brother," Le Ming paused, then continued to speak slowly, "intentional injury is still a crime, you should be clear about it?"

Le Song was still calm when he heard this, and seemed not worried about his crime being caught.

"I admit that there is a problem with my method, but my starting point is correct. I can explain this to my parents."

It seems that Le Song only cares about Le father and Le mother from the beginning to the end.

"Just now I said, 'Even if' you are my elder brother," Le Ming lowered his head and turned the lid of the teacup, lightly touched the lid with his fingers, and said in a cold voice, "Your so-called starting point is only in On the premise that you are my big brother, but unfortunately, you are not my big brother."

Before Le Song could react, he raised his head and glanced at Le Song mockingly: "Or should I call you, Chen Qisong?"

While Le Song was in a daze, Le Ming had already thrown a file that Xu Min had just handed to him towards Le Song.

"Look carefully, where is your real blood relationship?"

Le Song, whose real name is Chen Qisong, was adopted by the Le family when he was three years old.

Chen Qisong's original family was completely destroyed when he was born. His father was addicted to gambling and died in a rainstorm alley in order to avoid gambling debts. His mother also found her way out after giving birth to him. His other relatives did not plan to raise So he was sent to an orphanage.

Mr. Le and Mrs. Le took Chen Qisong home when he was three years old and changed his name to Le Song because he had never had children.

Le Song enjoyed the treatment of Le Jia's only son in Le Jia until Le Ming was born.

Le Song was 12 years old and Le Ming was born.Although Le Song's existence is no longer so precious and unique, Le father and Le mother do not want to hurt the adopted son's heart, and the fact that Le Song is not the Le family's biological son is permanently concealed.

The original intention of Mr. Le and Mrs. Le may be to give Le Song a complete family from the beginning of adoption. They did not intend to change Le Song's identity and psychology because of Le Ming's birth, or even because of Le Song's own qualifications. , They do not reject the training of Le Song as the heir of the Le family.

Le Song's desire to control Le Ming failed in the end.

Without the knowledge of Mr. Le and Mrs. Le, Le Song, the adopted son, had thought of harming Le Ming many times.

Le Song's fingers trembled when he looked through the files in his hand, and his expression was full of disbelief.

This was indeed the first time he had seen his own biography.

He has never doubted his identity as the eldest son of Le, and he has put in a hundred times of effort to better fit this identity, and he also thinks that he should restrain Le Ming, who is not very obedient, as the eldest brother.

He believes that the root of everything he does is right, and it also lies in this identity.

But now he was told that his identity was wrong and he had nothing to do with Le Jia.

So what has he been working hard for?

Can a paper file negate his contribution?

Le Ming looked at Le Song's face coldly, he didn't feel sorry for Le Song's shock.

"Up until now, you have played the role of the eldest son of Le. In order to be able to monitor my younger brother who is not good enough, you did not hesitate to give me a bug as a gift when I was in junior high school. When you heard me say that I want to be a singer, you think I have failed you. I didn’t hesitate to poison and dumb me for living up to my parents’ expectations.”

Le Ming lowered his eyes and smiled sarcastically: "But are you really so loyal to the Le family? Are you controlling me just out of filial piety? I don't think so."

"You and this doctor Fu secretly colluded to deceive me about the real situation. This is only exposed by you. You hide under your high-sounding, upright and unyielding appearance. I don't know how many foul-smelling low-level activities have not been discovered."

It seemed that Le Song could not hear Le Ming's words at all.

He kept murmuring: "Impossible, impossible, how could I be..."

Ding Ran saw that Le Song's expression was not right, and when Le Song raised his head to look at Le Ming, Ding Ran immediately stood in front of Le Ming and stared at Le Song defensively.

Le Ming lightly touched Ding Ran's arm, indicating that Ding Ran does not need to protect him, but Le Song walked away at this moment.

Dr. Fu moved towards the wall at the side at a slow speed. He wanted to sneak out by sticking to the wall while no one was paying attention to him.

Le Song, who seemed to have lost his mind, suddenly rushed to him like crazy, grabbed his shoulders, and asked in a hoarse voice: "You also know about this?"

After Le Song asked this sentence, he pushed Dr. Fu away, and was about to walk out, muttering: "I'm going to ask my father and mother, I want them to tell me themselves."

"My parents are downstairs listening to your recent deeds, I advise you not to disturb," Le Ming said coldly behind him, "Maybe we can still keep your last good impression in their minds."

Le Song didn't turn his head back, he opened the door forcefully, and then slammed his head out.

Le Ming threw off the quilt on his body and got out of bed, without any hesitation, he reached out and pulled out the needle on his wrist.

Ding Ran was startled, and quickly found a tissue and pressed it on his wrist.

"Be careful, what if you bleed?" Ding Ran couldn't help feeling distressed as he held Le Ming's thin wrist.

"Let's go downstairs." Le Ming coughed and said something in a hoarse voice.

He had just regained consciousness and said so many words in a state where his throat was not comfortable, which had already overloaded his vocal cords, but he paused for a while, and added another sentence in order not to worry Ding Ran.

"I'm fine. Can you accompany me downstairs?"

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