Congenital deficiency

Zhang Zhongzhi obviously didn't know that Hong Lingyu was suddenly pinched like this, and thought that he really had a heart attack, and his face was a bit serious: "How is Xiaoqiu's condition recently? Have you not found a matching heart source yet?"

Talking about this topic, Ruan Yaxing burst into tears. The nearly 50-year-old looks like a girl in her early twenties with tears in her eyes. She looks very soft and beautiful, which makes Zhang Zhongzhi feel distressed: "Master, I don't know where the right heart comes from." It's so easy to find, I entrusted someone to search for Xiaoqiu all over the country, but so far I haven't found any good news, it's fine to spend some money, mainly because of his behavior, as a mother..." Ruan Yaxing suddenly choked up , Covering his mouth and nose, unable to speak, tears fell down.

Zhang Zhongzhi hurriedly embraced the man, wrapped his arms around Ruan Yaxing's waist, pulled him to the front, leaned close to the other's ear and coaxed him in a low voice: "Don't cry, don't cry, Xiaoqiu is still young, just keep looking. I'll send you another sum of money tomorrow, you can find a few more people and look for them carefully."

The two of them huddled together like this, leaving Hong Lingyu, who was still bent over and having a "heart attack" on the dining table, to the side.

That's why Ruan Yaxing called Hong Lingyu's son to come to the house for dinner.

For Zhang Zhongzhi, Ruan Yaxing has always pretended to take care of her son personally, so that when the other party comes, he will know his difficulty and get a sum of money.

And the money that Zhang Zhongzhi thought was used to find Hong Lingyu's heart, was actually turned into bags and various luxury items, which were properly placed in the room that should have been given to Hong Lingyu on the second floor.

As soon as Zhang Zhongzhi leaves, Ruan Yaxing will mercilessly sweep Hong Lingyu out.

How did my brother get here in the past 20 years?

This is what Hong Lingyu thought when she woke up in this strange body for the first time and realized that the other party was her twin brother, and then took over these memories.

But then he would laugh at himself and think, at least his brother has his own sound mind and personality, and he can handle these encounters calmly. Compared with his brother, the stupid and ignorant self who was struggling to survive in the Hong family in the past is obviously much worse up.

Hong Lingyu suddenly lost her appetite.

"Father, mother, I'm not feeling well, I'm going to the hospital."

Ruan Yaxing didn't expect him to tear things down like this, but he had to complete the persona of a good wife and loving mother. She gritted her teeth and forced a smile: "Is it important? I'll go with you? Master, look..."

Zhang Zhongzhi looked at his mistress and illegitimate child, and before he had time to react, he heard Hong Lingyu interrupt Ruan Yaxing: "No mother, you haven't finished your meal yet, I may have a cold, just go and prescribe a cold medicine .”

Ruan Yaxing glanced at Zhang Zhongzhi, looking worried, but Zhang Zhongzhi stopped his hands and patted the back of his hands: "Listen to the child. I trust him."

Ruan Yaxing seemed relieved, bit her lip and nodded, and told Hong Lingyu who was walking towards the door: "Put on more clothes, and put on the scarf and coat I bought for you!"

At this moment, Hong Lingyu almost laughed.

Since being kicked out by Ruan Yaxing, the other party only gave Hong Lingyu 1000 yuan a month for living expenses, but Hong Lingyu fought for herself by doing some German translation work on the Internet, earning her tuition and living expenses.

And this coat and scarf were bought by Hong Lingyu at the beginning of the year with his hard-earned manuscript fees.

Has something to do with her, Ruan Yaxing?

Hong Lingyu, who lived in Zhang Daiqiu's body, suddenly had a doubt at this moment.

Brother, why did you stay here in the past year?Are you still waiting for something?

A mother's love that doesn't exist or a father's love that doesn't exist at all?

Since you can't make up your mind, I'll make it up for you.

After leaving the community, took a taxi and went back to the residence. Hong Lingyu simply packed the few luggage: a few winter clothes, a few spring clothes and summer clothes, three pairs of shoes, some toiletries, a laptop computer, and some heart Medicines for diseases, a bank card, a savings card, and an ID card.Even a 21-inch suitcase can't fit half of it.

The taxi driver was still waiting for him with his meter downstairs, and after he got into the car, he took him to the train station in the west of the city as promised at the beginning.

He didn't have a destination in mind, and when he arrived in the west of the city, he found a brochure and looked at a small town with simple folk customs, beautiful scenery and inaccessible people, so he made his next stop.

In Hong's old house, the extremely low air pressure has lasted for a month.

It has been a month since the ashes of Hong Lingyu, the original young master of the Hong clan, were buried in the ground.

Early in the morning on the second day after the ashes were buried, Hong Xiaxuan, the second youngest of the Hong family, Hong Zhuo's real parent and son, carried the suitcase back to the school in Europe, and did not even say hello to Hong Zhuo.

In the middle of the night, the housekeeper Qian Bo knocked on the door of the study room with warm tea, and gently put the teacup by Hong Zhuo's hand who was looking down at the documents.

The windows outside are open, and occasionally the wind blows in.

Qian Bo took a look and felt that the window was opened a little too wide, and the night wind was the coolest, so the cold air could easily enter the body, so he walked to the window and wanted to close the window slightly.

At this time, the wind passed by, and the breeze from the hallway blew all the way from the window to Hongzhuo's desk.

A wisp of sweet milk fragrance was carried by the wind to the tip of his nose.

Hong Zhuo subconsciously looked at the sofa at the other end of the room.

It's a pity that it was empty there, let alone people, not even a depression.

"Uncle Qian, have you drank milk?" Hong Zhuo moved away the hand holding the mouse, and rubbed the temples and the center of the eyebrows, there was a lingering irritability between his eyebrows, which made him pinch the center of the eyebrows. Here come the red marks.

Qian Bo paused when he closed the window, his neck stiffened for a moment, and he thought about it for a while, without explaining, he just sighed softly, walked back to the table, and went out again with the tray in his hand.

The room was as quiet as before, but Hongzhuo couldn't read the documents anyway.

He walked to the window and took a deep breath of the slightly cool air outside, but he still couldn't calm the restlessness in his heart.

Fortunately, these documents are not the most urgent, and there is still time to deal with them tomorrow.

Hong Zhuo glanced at the night, still unable to settle down in his heart, walked to the sofa and sat down as if he was conscious.

The leather sofa is slightly cool, but soft enough, even Hong Zhuo, who is 1.9 meters tall and has long hands and legs, is comfortable enough to sit on it.

Hongzhuo spread his long legs and arms, leaned back on the sofa, and relaxed his muscles.

But not long after, he opened his eyes again, got up and walked back and forth in the study.

Even the bright and soft lights in the study room could not relieve his sinking complexion.

This room in the Hong family's old house where he stayed for the longest time actually made him more and more irritable at this moment.

It seemed that there was suddenly something missing that allowed him to rely on the cracks in reviewing documents.

It was the first time in 35 years that he experienced such a feeling of irritability for no reason. Hongzhuo walked out of the study room and turned left to his bedroom.

But this night, he fell asleep in front of him in a daze until the middle of the night. He basically did not dream. I can't remember what was in my dream last night.

Today, it was not his special assistant Xiao Zhengping who was waiting for Hongzhuo on the first floor of Hongshi, but Ji Daogong, his underworld business man.

"Patriarch, one of the three people who assassinated you last time has been captured."

The temperature in Hongzhuo's eyes plummeted, and the voice when he spoke was so cold that it could drop ice balls: "Where are the two left?"

Ji Daogong quickly replied: "The whereabouts have been traced. One is now in Malawi, Africa, and the other has fled to Iceland."

Hong Zhuo nodded slightly and continued to ask, "Where is the person?"

Ji Daogong said, "It's in the basement."

Basement is an understatement.

The Hong family has a history of hundreds of years. Since the feudal dynasty was still in existence, the Hong family has been a prominent nobleman. The private house is quite luxurious and spectacular, with gardens, creeks, rocks and even dungeons.

Later, in the new era, in order not to deceive the public, the Hong family followed the trend and demolished the old house, and built a new building on the original foundation, but the original dungeon and the creek dug for the inner house were all preserved.

And the basement mentioned by Ji Daogong is a dungeon.

After taking a few sips of a bowl of porridge, Hong Zhuo wiped the corners of his mouth, and led Ji Daogong and a few of his men directly to the dungeon.

The lights in the dungeon were dim, except for the most solid and advanced metal door, all other conditions were extremely poor.

After all, prisoners do not need to be treated humanely.

With a cold heart, Hongzhuo walked to the innermost cell in a few steps.

The person inside had a pair of handcuffs on his hands and a pair of anklets on his feet, and he was firmly tied to the chair with loops of rope around his body.The other party's hair is messy, his eyes are confused, and his face is not lacking in bruises. It can be seen that he has been "entertained" well.

"Did you find out what?" Seeing the people inside squinting their eyes and trying to identify the person who came, Hong Zhuo asked Ji Daogong with his head turned slightly.

A flash of embarrassment and shame flashed across Ji Daogong's face, and he answered frankly, "He's very stubborn, he hasn't spoken yet."

As soon as the words fell, Hong Zhuo's aura became even stronger, and Ji Daogong and a few people who followed couldn't help but take a step back.

At this moment, the person who squinted his eyes for a long time seemed to finally recognize who was in front of him, his eyes lit up.

Then the man's hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the silent dungeon: "Hey, isn't this the master of the Hong family! It seems that I didn't greet you with a bullet last time. I invite you here, do you still want to eat?" A gun? Hahahahaha!" He laughed wildly as he spoke.

The faces of the people behind Hong Zhuo sank and they were about to step forward, but Hong Zhuo stopped them with a slight raise of his hand.

"You fired the gun?" Hongzhuo asked.

The other party didn't shy away from it, and was even proud of it, shaking his head and shaking his legs: "That's not true! It's just a pity that only one young man was killed, eh, no... I heard that this young man is not yours." Zhong, I said Master Hong, people outside guessed that you raised such a mentally retarded son just to shield you from the gun," the man said, poking his head and stretching his neck and trying to move forward, looking like a real one. Wang Ba, who was tied to the bamboo pole, "Do you think this is the case?"

The only ventilating fan in the dungeon rotated slowly, creaking and creaking, cutting light and shadow into pieces.

Just when the other party's voice fell to the ground and a shadow fell on his face, Hong Zhuo seemed to hear something broke with a "click" because it collapsed too tightly.

"Open the door." Hong Zhuo said, "Even if one of the three dies, there are still two who can make a statement." His voice seemed to come from a cold ancient well, which made people feel cold for a moment. in the bones.