Congenital deficiency

After giving instructions to the chef here, Hong Zhuo turned his head and told Hu Bo: "Go find some stomach medicine."

Back to Hong Lingyu, Hong Zhuo first asked him: "Is there any discomfort in your stomach?"

How can my stomach feel comfortable after I just vomited?Hong Lingyu was wrapped in the blanket that the new housekeeper Qian Gujun found, and his sweat-soaked clothes stuck to his back, and his stomach was still slightly twitching under his ribs, but he shook his head silently.

Hongzhuo then said: "Do you have the strength to go upstairs? Go take a hot bath and come down to drink some soup later." It can block Hong Lingyu's whole body in the front.

The sticky clothes were really uncomfortable. He thought that he would be hungry after throwing up, but Hong Zhuo ordered the kitchen to make some soup for him.

The feeling of being hungry is not good, so Hong Lingyu nodded and got up to stand up from the sofa.Probably before she recovered, Hong Lingyu's feet stumbled on the sofa legs when she got up, her body swayed, her knees bent, and she might hit the leg of the table next to her.

Hong Lingyu was so frightened that she closed her eyes, and was instantly ready to be hurt.

It's just that a hand suddenly stretched out, and Zhou Tingyu exclaimed "Master Zhang, be careful!" in a low voice, and the person who was holding him suddenly moved to the side.The left side of the body was put into a warm and firm place, but the imagined pain in the knee did not come.

The hair on her forehead made her eyes feel a little itchy, Hong Lingyu opened her eyes, just in time to see a small section of sharp chin in front of her eyes, and then heard Hong Zhuo's slightly deep voice: "Be careful."

The young man's waist is tough, and because he is too thin, the arm on top is simply a realistic version of "too much to grasp". Looking at this face that is the same as Honglingyu's, Hongzhuo suddenly couldn't let go. The hand on the waist suddenly exerted force, bent the waist, and directly hugged Hong Lingyu's whole body horizontally.

Hong Lingyu's blood-stained face suddenly flushed a little, and he frowned and pushed his chest in front of him: "Put me down, I have legs and can walk by myself."

But Hong Zhuo turned a deaf ear to it, and only put the man down when he reached the door, and pushed the door open, then held Hong Lingyu's wrist and led him all the way to the bathroom door: "Go."

Hong Lingyu was dizzy at the moment, still embarrassed by Hong Zhuo's sudden carrying him upstairs, and she didn't have time to drive him out, so she went into the bathroom sullenly.

Hong Zhuo took advantage of the situation and stayed in the room, looking around.

He rarely comes to this room.The former "Mrs. Hong" stayed in Hong's house for less than two years and left. After that, the room has been empty, and the previous color schemes have been overthrown and replaced with slightly cooler ones. The color tone, and the things and furniture in the room are not too many, so it seems a bit deserted.

There was a blanket on the window sill of the room, and there was a drawing board on it. It seemed that the other party had brought here the interests he had developed during the hospitalization. He glanced at it briefly, and saw that the scattered paintings on it were densely packed with patterns. Without a specific shape, he moved his eyes away.

In the bathroom, Hong Lingyu realized that she hadn't brought a change of clothes after taking a shower. When she opened the door, she saw Hongzhuo standing by the window with her back to the bathroom. She was so frightened that she took a step back and closed the door. A corner of the towel fell off, and he hurriedly wrapped it up after hiding behind the door.

"You...why don't you go out?" Hong Lingyu's voice was low.

Hong Zhuo turned around when he heard the commotion, but he couldn't see anything except a crack in the door where steam was coming out: "Have you finished washing?"

"Yeah." Hong Lingyu pinched the bath towel on her body, "You go out. I'm going out to get clothes."

The sound of the water vapor is a little low, a little waxy, and a little familiar.

Hong Zhuo wanted to go out, but turned around, walked to the closet and asked him, "I'll help you. Where are the clothes you want to change? Which one do you want to wear?"

Thinking that she didn't have any underwear on, Hong Lingyu blushed, gritted her teeth and urged him in a low voice: "No need, I'll take it myself, you get out!" His emotions were so simple and strong, and the shame in his heart was completely revealed In tone.

Ever since I took him back to Hong's house, this person was afraid of him at first, and then always said something that hurt his heart with a blank expression. It was rare to show such a side, which made people find it interesting.So Hongzhuo said very "kindly", "It's okay, you're welcome. Which outfit do you want to wear?"

Hong Lingyu was flushed with embarrassment at the door, her pores were about to explode, she didn't want to reply him at all, she wished she could rush out to get her clothes.

Who is being polite to him?He obviously just wanted to drive people away.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Hong Zhuo also knew not to tease people too much, so he picked out a set of clean clothes and handed them into the bathroom through the crack of the door.

Hong Lingyu behind the door snatched her clothes, and closed the door with a "bang", as if to guard against thieves.

When people put on their clothes and came out, Hong Lingyu was all red from neck to face, like a cooked fish.

Hongzhuo felt a little itchy when he saw him, he felt that he was so straightforward and cute, and wanted to reach out and touch his soft hair, but he immediately thought that the other party probably didn't have a good impression of him, so he took a breath while touching the other party's wetness. When looking at the angry eyes, he could only look away expressionlessly, and said calmly: "Go down, the soup should have been cooked."

The next morning, just as Hong Lingyu went out, Qian Gujun knocked on the door and entered the study.He took a document that he had sorted out and put it in front of Hongzhuo.

"What is this?" Hong Zhuo asked, picking up a few thin sheets of paper and taking a look.

Qian Gujun's face was serious: "Patriarch, this is the result of my investigation and questioning in the past few days." Although telling Hongzhuo these things is equivalent to exposing how negligent his father is, the matter is of great importance, and he has his own sense of responsibility, " The first piece of paper is a list. Some people in it have been disposed of by my father last time, and some have not. The second piece of paper is a discussion that once circulated in the house. There are some words in it, and when they discussed it, they even None of them avoided the young master."

Hong Zhuo looked down at the paper in front of him, and when he looked at it, the corners of the paper were wrinkled by him.

After reading it patiently, Hongzhuo flipped his hand and pressed the paper under his palm. After suppressing it several times, the hostility in his heart could not be suppressed after all, and he suddenly slammed the table hard: "Who gave them the courage!"

Over the past ten years, the theory that Hongzhuo brought Hong Lingyu back to the house to block bullets has gradually spread, and it has become difficult to find out who was the first to make such a guess. Who is going to fuel the flames.

The only thing that is clear is the final result.

That is, in the eyes of these people, Hong Lingyu, the eldest son of the Hong family who is used to "block bullets", has never been taken seriously. Even when talking about him, they are openly in front of his face, without the slightest scruples.

Hong Zhuo closed his eyes, full of anger, screaming that he couldn't release it.

"What about him, what's his reaction?"

Hong Lingyu... he shouldn't understand, right?Hongzhuo had a little luck in his heart, that child is so innocent, he doesn't understand these dark psychology, and he can't hold too many things, maybe he doesn't understand at all.

Guessing that the "he" that Hong Zhuo mentioned should refer to Hong Lingyu, the former eldest son of the Hong family, Qian Gujun carefully stated the limited facts he had found through his investigation: "Eldest young master...seems to have no reaction every time he hears it. "

Hong Zhuo's heart suddenly sank.

Seeing his ugly face, Qian Gujun was startled and added at the same time: "I don't know if the Patriarch has discovered that the young master...he basically doesn't talk to other people in the house?" Qian Gujun was also in the process of cross-examination and investigation Feeling a little strange, after repeated confirmation, I found out one thing: Hong Lingyu has lived in Hong's family for 15 years, but she has basically never spoken to any servant.

"What do you mean?" Hong Zhuo asked.

Qian Gujun thought that the other party probably didn't pay much attention to the young master, so he definitely couldn't find out about this matter, so he put it in a very straightforward way: "Since he came to the Hong family, no matter who talks to the young master, he doesn't care much. , he only talks to you. Didn’t the owner find out?”

Hong Zhuo began to recall in silence.

Qian Gujun was stunned: The young master has been in Hong's family for 15 years, and even the owner of such a simple matter has not noticed such a simple matter. How much does he care about the young master and turn a blind eye?In fact, in his eyes, what happened to Zhang Daiqiu last time was already incomprehensible.

In Qian Gujun's view, if Fan Hongzhuo didn't neglect the other party a little bit, as long as he ordered, even if it was just a simple "take good care of people", none of the servants in Hong's house would dare to neglect him.However, the other party was not only hungry for a few days, but also tossed a good person out of gastritis.

At this moment, Hong Zhuo is digging out from his own memory those infinitely familiar memories that he has dug up in the past two years.But he found that the things he could recall were nothing more than how Hong Lingyu sent him out every morning, waited for him to come back at night, and worked with him in the study at night.

But other than that, he couldn't remember what other aspects of the other person's life were like.

He belatedly saw his own feelings clearly, and was moved by those clear and pure eyes, and then thought that he would be redeemed by guarding regret and a person who was exactly like the other party, but in fact, he just I haven't even figured out where I went wrong.

The only thing that can be confirmed after looking through the memories is that he really does not have the impression of Hong Lingyu talking to other people in the house in his memory.He remembered that during the first meal, Qian Bo would ask him what he likes to eat, but Hong Lingyu seemed to be unable to hear him, and never responded.Over time, the servants in Hong's house never took the initiative to talk to him again.

Qian Gujun looked at the pained look on Hongzhuo's face, and had a guess in his heart.He heard from his father, Chamberlain, that since the death of the young master, the head of the house has been a little strange. At first he would sit in the young master's room for the whole night, and then he did not know where to get two notebooks, staring at them in a daze all day, and then It was to bring the eldest young master's twin brother directly back into the house from outside, and told the watchers not to go anywhere.

He has always had doubts about this. If he regrets treating his adopted son like this, he can give his twin brother a sum of money, which can be regarded as making up for the debt. Why is it necessary to frame him by his side?

Regarding Hongzhuo's abnormality, Qian Gujun thought for a long time, and made a bold guess in his mind.So he began to check everything in detail and tell the things he investigated.