The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 216 It's not good, the second young master is back
"Throw him at the gate of the Li Mansion."

The next day, the morning light was faint.

As soon as the doorman of Li's mansion opened the door, he saw a person lying outside. He thought it was a beggar who had come from somewhere, and was about to chase him away, but when he got closer, he saw that the person was wearing black clothes. Uh, in fact, they were originally dressed in white, but they were only dirty.

Judging from the style of the clothes, it was a middle coat. The guard wondered why this man was only wearing a middle coat and was so dirty, but he thought again, this man is a beggar, and it would be nice to have a full suit up.

It was only when he walked in that he realized how the style and embroidered edges of the jacket were so similar to the ones his mother-in-law made for the two masters in the house.

He locked his eyebrows, maybe this beggar picked it up, but, no, even if the two masters in the house don't wear them, they won't throw them away at will, they will pile them there, and when they accumulate a certain amount, they will take them away. to destroy.

He couldn't have stolen it!
This thought lingered in his mind, so he simply stepped forward, poked the man with a broom, but there was no response, he poked again, and as the man's body shook, the messy hair covering his face slipped down, It was a slightly familiar face, with sunken eye sockets and high raised cheekbones. At first sight, one felt horrified.

But, why does this look more and more familiar!

Suddenly, a haughty face appeared in his mind, his eyes opened, and his pupils dilated.

"It's not good, the second young master is back." This roar directly alarmed the entire Li residence.

Li Jingyuan walked out of the backyard with an ugly face, why is it bad, can't his brother come back?
All the way to the front yard, "What's going on? Who was that howling just now?"

All eyes were on a short, thin middle-aged man.

Li Jingyuan looked at him with an unfriendly expression, "My brother is back, why is it not good, is it possible, you don't want him to come back?"

"No, no." The middle-aged man shook his head like a rattle, denying repeatedly, fearing that if he answered slowly, he would be punished, "Family, Patriarch, slave means yes."

He scratched his head, his forehead was dripping with sweat. Really, he has never been to school, and he doesn't even know how to organize the language. Sometimes it is clearly good intentions, but what he says offends others. Hey, if I knew it earlier, I should have listened to my old lady and went to school.

Li Jingyuan looked at the man who was speechless for a long time, with impatience on his brows, who on earth recruited this man, he couldn't even speak a complete sentence, what's the use of him, it's better to fire him as soon as possible!

Perhaps because he felt that the boss wanted to fire him, he finally came up with a sentence, "Patriarch, it is the second young master who has returned, but he is not well!"

Li Jingyuan frowned, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Patriarch, you should see for yourself." The middle-aged man moved away, revealing a person lying on the wooden board behind him.

Seeing the person, Li Jingyuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his feet were like the wind. In the blink of an eye, the person had already appeared beside Li Jingqing.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and slowly caressed Li Jingqing's thin cheekbones-only face. His eyes gradually darkened, and a cold aura surrounded his body. He squinted his eyes like a poisonous snake hiding in the grass. It seems that it will jump out at any time and bite your throat.

"Come here, send the second young master back to the room, and I'll go find Doctor Fu before you." Li Jingyuan's words were very calm, but everyone in the Li residence knew that the calmer the Patriarch was, the more violent his outburst would be.

In the room, Li Jingqing lay unconscious on the bed, and a middle-aged doctor was checking his pulse.

After a while, the middle-aged doctor let go of his hand, his brows twisted into a Sichuan character.

"Doctor Fu, what's the matter?" Li Jingyuan still had that unhurried attitude, and his previous gaffe had been well hidden by him.

(End of this chapter)