Congenital deficiency

Hong Zhuo removed the dishes again, and said in a flat tone of "today's weather is really nice", "Your brother is taking medicine recently, so you can't eat this kind of thing."

Certain foods can interfere with medications.

Hong Zhuo had greeted the kitchen a long time ago and made a clear list, but because Hong Xiaxuan ordered the dishes himself, the cook thought that Young Master Hong wanted to eat by himself, so he cooked them for him.

When Hong Xiaxuan heard the words, he shut his mouth as expected, and was depressed after the meal.

In the evening, Hong Lingyu was flipping through a newly selected book to be translated when Hong Xiaxuan knocked on the door.

"Come in." The deep voice belonged to Hong Zhuo.

Didn't father go to the study just now? ...When did you run over to brother's room?

Pushing open the door, a faint medicinal fragrance filled the air.

Hong Xiaxuan walked forward with the warm milk in his hand, and saw Hong Lingyu was holding a small porcelain bowl, drinking the dark Chinese medicine inside.

And Hong Zhuo held up a piece of soft candy, and Hong Lingyu stuffed him with a sip.

Hong Xiaxuan squeezed the cup in his hand: "What medicine did brother drink?"

Hong Xiaxuan was chewing candy, unable to answer, Hong Zhuo said for him: "Healing up the body, warming the head and ears."

After drinking this kind of traditional Chinese medicine, you have to rest in bed immediately, so you basically drink it before going to bed.

Hong Xiaxuan still has common sense, he understands that after drinking the traditional Chinese medicine, he should not drink milk immediately, because his own milk is probably white hot.So he did it silently.

"Good night, brother." Hong Xiaxuan turned to go out, his back looked like a wilted cabbage.

Hong Lingyu hurriedly called him: "Xia Xuan!" He couldn't laugh or cry, "Are you still thinking about dinner? You didn't know it in the first place, it doesn't matter, don't take it to heart."

My brother was as gentle as ever.

It was the first time for Hong Xiaxuan to feel sad for Hong Lingyu's tenderness.

Yeah, just don't know it.

But why don't you know?

As long as I pay attention even a little bit, I can find out in the details that the servants in the house treat my brother with humiliation and contempt, and I won't let my brother lose his life for nothing.

In the eyes of his brother, he was innocent just because he didn't know about it.What about himself?After experiencing all this...why doesn't he feel wronged?

But he never said it to himself.

The invitation card from Zhao's family, who once had a "Madam Hong", was sent to the Hong family in duplicate.

Mr. Zhao's [-]th birthday, the Zhao family is planning to hold a big event, and all those who can be invited will be invited.

The Zhao family belongs to the upstarts. They have experienced a lot of twists and turns in these years, and the momentum has slowly slowed down from the strong at the beginning, but it has already played a pivotal role.

On the day of the banquet, almost everyone who received the invitation gave face, packed birthday gifts, and arrived on time.

Hong Zhuo gave the things to the person guarding the door of the banquet hall: "This is from my wife and I to Mr. Zhao."

Hong Lingyu's ears turned red quietly, and she pinched her earlobe subconsciously.

The person guarding the door was Mr. Zhao's nephew and grandson. He had met the aunt of the Zhao family who had briefly become "Ms. Hong" a few times, and probably knew something about the Zhao family.

It's just that Patriarch Hong hasn't heard anything for so many years...how come there is a man without making a sound?

The grandnephew nodded in a daze, said "thank you", and Patriarch Hong stopped his lover, turned around and left.

Both of them are tall and have long legs. Although there is a difference of about ten centimeters in height, their steps are very consistent. I don't know who is giving way to the other, and who is accommodating the other.

From the perspective of the back, it is quite a good match.

"What are you looking at?" Just as he was distracted, he was suddenly slapped on the forehead, and his nephew quickly regained his composure and called out, "Cousin, just now..."

Hong Zhuo embraced the people, and only picked places with few people. He focused all his attention on Hong Lingyu, and shielded him from many scrutinizing eyes without any trace.

Occasionally someone came up to strike up a conversation, but Hong Zhuo always left Hong Lingyu behind to block him, and dismissed them with a few words. He was full of protection, just like the giant dragon in western legends who guarded the treasure and refused to take a step back. .

The information flow in the circle is very fast, but after a while, everyone knows that Patriarch Hong has brought a young man, and he is protecting him like an eyeball, and no one else can take a second look.

Mr. Zhao is wearing a bright red mandarin jacket today, and he looks extremely festive. His brows are drooping in a strand, matched with big earlobes and smiling eyes, as if Maitreya Buddha is reborn .

Hong Zhuo took Hong Lingyu to meet the master, said a few polite words, and introduced the people around him: "Mr. Zhao, this is my lover. He is young and a bit shy."

Mr. Zhao's smiling eyes had only one slit, and the light in his eyes disappeared after a flash. He patted his knee and praised: "Okay, okay." He didn't say anything good about it.

Then the old man took out a red cloth kit from his purse, and handed it to Hong Lingyu: "We met for the first time, and I have nothing to offer. Give it to this kid."

Hong Lingyu glanced at Hongzhuo, who nodded to him, so he reached out to take the things and thanked him.

"Okay, okay!" The old man was still smiling, as if he was really happy that Hongzhuo had found a caring person.

Hong Zhuo nodded at the old man and walked aside with Hong Lingyu.

After walking away, Hong Lingyu opened the kit and took a look. Inside was a lifelike Pixiu carved together, the size of two thumb joints.

Hongzhuo looked calm: "If you like it, keep it, it's not a rare thing."

The small gifts that the old man carried with him were usually given to the juniors of various families who paid birthday wishes in the past. He had already introduced Hong Lingyu as his lover, and the other party also gave away things for the juniors... It would be better not to give them.

It looked as if he was giving something, and he was generous, but in fact he probably made it clear that he didn't believe that Hong Zhuo was serious about the people around him.

Hong Lingyu couldn't think of these twists and turns, but she was not very interested in these things, so she put them away as decorations and toys, and didn't pay much attention to them.

After the two of them walked away, a luxuriously dressed woman in a front and back big V dress came from the corner, and put a jeweled hand on Mr. Zhao's shoulder.

"Dad." The woman called him, her voice seemed to be suppressing some emotions, "Who decided to send the invitation to Hong?"

Mr. Zhao didn't turn his head back, and snorted: "What do you care about these things?"

Zhao Yiyue pressed the old man's shoulder and wanted to say a few more words, but was slapped down by the old man with great force, and there was a red mark on the back of Zhao Yiyue's white and soft hand: "The things I lost in spite of myself , can’t even see it?”

Although the sound of this slap was low, everyone present was fine, and many of them secretly watched Zhao Yiyue when they heard the movement, and Zhao Yiyue's dry face couldn't be held back, his face was ashen, as if he had heard other people talking and mocking her in a low voice.

But as a matter of fact, the people who just secretly looked at this place walked a little farther away without a trace, and they all pretended not to hear this. How can anyone talk about it?

"I don't think Patriarch Hong brought Hong Xiaxuan here today," Mr. Zhao said, and finally squinted at his heavily made-up daughter, "You and your son have been in touch for so many years, can't it be that there is no connection at all?"

Thinking of Hongzhuo's apparent protector's appearance when he blocked his so-called "lover", the old man squinted his eyes again: "No accident, your good son should be the next head of the Hong family. What stupid thing did you do?"

Hong Xiaxuan was delayed in handling a case, and came directly from the company, an hour later than Hong Zhuo and Hong Lingyu.

It took only one hour and two trips, but some people thought they smelled a different atmosphere.

"Yo, brother, here we come." Someone came up to say hello to him and began to say: "Why didn't you come with Patriarch Hong!"

Hong Xiaxuan smiled: "There is something wrong with the company."

The man suddenly exclaimed: "Are you busy with Hong's affairs now?! Yes buddy! Gou Fugui!" His expression was exaggerated, but he murmured in his heart: How old is Young Master Hong? Dealing with Hong's affairs?I'm afraid that he didn't want to see his "stepmother" and deliberately delayed his visit.

Hong Xiaxuan didn't care what other people speculated, and after a brief chat with him, he left and went to find Mr. Zhao first.

When he saw Zhao Yiyue, who was next to Mr. Zhao, the muscles on Hong Xiaxuan's face tensed instantly, and he didn't take off the polite smile he had just put on.

The old man laughed so hard that he couldn't see his eyes again, he waved at Hong Lingyu: "Xia Xuan, come quickly, come here."

Hong Xiaxuan stepped forward, but before he could speak, the old man stuffed a heavy box into his hand.

"This is a piece of high-quality ice jade raw material that I got. You can find someone to polish it yourself. You can carve whatever you want." .

Zhao Yiyue immediately became jealous.She asked her father many times before, and wanted to make some jewelry, but was always rejected by the old man.But right now, the old man actually gave things to this unfamiliar little white-eyed wolf? ?

Hong Xiaxuan nodded, his smile didn't expand at all because of the thing in his hand, and he still had that faint, alienated but polite look: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao."

As soon as this title was given, the old man's expression froze, while Zhao Yiyue let out a sneer from his nostrils.

Even if there was a rift between Zhao Yiyue and Hong Xiaxuan's mother and son, Mr. Zhao thought that the prospective head of the Hong family, who was related to him by blood, should call him grandfather just because of his identity and the gift he gave away.

"May the old man be as blessed as the East China Sea, and live longer than Nanshan." Even the birthday greetings were nothing new, just two well-heard phrases.

Then, without waiting for the old man to say more, he turned around and left with the jade raw material in his arms.

Several Zhao family juniors recognized the box he was holding in his arms, looked at each other, walked over to surround the people and began to be courteous.

"Cousin/cousin/cousin, the old man actually gave you this?" Several people chattered, expressing the same exclamation.

Hong Xiaxuan sullenly, almost imitated Hong Zhuo's reticent appearance, didn't speak, just nodded, not caring about the things in his arms at all.

"The old man really loves you...can you take a look?" one of the boys who looked a bit upright sighed, rubbing his hands expectantly.

"No." Hong Xiaxuan resolutely refused.

Although he doesn't care about this thing, but it is so precious, it must be worth a lot, he wants to give it to his brother, how can he let this group of people touch it casually?

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