Flowers bloom silently

Chapter 354 Blood is thicker than water (1)

This year's Christmas, without the hustle and bustle of last year, is still accompanied by strong sadness in the cold air.

On Christmas Eve, Cheng personally drove to pick up An's father and An's mother to have dinner at home. Everyone who could come came, but the seat next to Zimo was still vacant.

There is no way for everyone not to touch that heart-wrenching topic. Whether An Kerer is there or not, she is an important link that connects everyone.

Before the meal, everyone prayed silently for An Keer. Everyone's wish was the same, that An Keer would come back to this family one day.

It was only halfway through the meal, and Mr. LE left alone on crutches. His complexion was not very good, and he walked a little swayingly.

Steward Dai stepped forward to help him, but he refused, saying that he was just going to the bathroom and that it shouldn't be too much trouble.

In this year, too many things happened, especially the change of ownership of LE Group was a big blow to Mr. LE. Because of the great success of the reform, he had to gradually let go and choose to accept the city's approach.However, his broken body did not recover because of his thoughts, and there were other things wrong with his body.

Mr. LE, who had just walked into the bathroom, couldn't hold back his vision, and staggered forward a few steps, almost falling to the ground.He used crutches to support his crumbling body abruptly, walked to the washbasin, put down his crutches and put his hands on the washbasin, panting.

He tried to adjust his breathing so that he could feel more comfortable.The symptoms of dizziness are getting worse, he can't see himself in the mirror clearly, his face is not too old when he is over fifty years old, but now it is distorted and deformed in the mirror, with a desolate look on his face and sad.

He missed Princess Helena even more than before, and everything he endured now must be the most severe punishment from her in heaven.

His body was trembling violently, and a hot blood was rushing upstream, straight to his head, and then rushed out from his dilated nostrils for breathing.

Bright red drops of blood dripped into the white ceramic washbasin, more and more, like a gorgeous flower blooming in the snow.

He raised his hand, took a tissue from the shelf, and used it to cover his bleeding nose. The warm blood penetrated the thin tissue and stained his hands.

His chest was very tight, and the food he ate just now was rolling in the sea of ​​stomach, and he was about to vomit.

He hastily took out a few more tissues, covered his bleeding nose, then tilted his body, knelt down by the toilet next to him, and spit out his dinner lying on it...

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The depressed Cheng Lian drank two glasses of red wine, and the dinner was boring. He looked at the empty seat next to Zimo again and again, and the hand holding the wine glass always trembled uncontrollably.

Taking another sip of red wine, he looked over the transparent glass and looked at the opposite host. Did father take too long to go to the bathroom?

In the past six months, he has devoted most of his energy to finding Ankeer. He will only face work when the group has important meetings or contracts that require him to sign, and he and his father are getting closer and closer. The worse the relationship, the more he has no intention of repairing it.

He thought that his angry father would not come to spend Christmas with them, but this was not the case. He was still very happy to see his father again, and had to reconsider the way they got along.

Putting down his glass, he got up and went to the bathroom alone. He felt that he should go there to find out about his father's current situation, and hoped that he was all well.

The bathroom door was closed, he knocked, but no one answered.

"Dad?" He leaned his ear against the door panel, listening to the movement inside, "Dad, are you okay?"

He knocked on the door again, but still no one answered.The situation was really not right, he pushed the door without hesitation, only to find that the door was locked.

"Uncle Dai-" He called Butler Dai over and asked him to open the door with an electromagnetic card.

The door opened, and Cheng was surprised to see his father lying on the cold ground, already unconscious.He rushed in with strides, and while checking his father's condition, he saw the blood stains in the washbasin and toilet, and his whole heart hung in his throat.

"Dad? Dad?" Father's skin was cold to the touch, and blood still flowed from his nostrils, staining his chest red, and his pulse was weak to the touch, coming and going. "Call an ambulance, immediately!"

Butler Dai, who rushed to follow behind the city, shouted, butler Dai, who had experienced many incidents, could not hide the panic on his face at this time, and his hands were shaking when he dialed the number on his mobile phone.

"What happened?" The people in the restaurant heard Cheng's shouts and came to check on the situation one after another. Mr. LE's situation was extremely pessimistic, and everyone was confused.

The ambulance came quickly and took away Mr. LE who was unconscious. Cheng and others got into the car and followed the ambulance running ahead, and went to the hospital.

Zimo was the only one left in Ruoda's room.He didn't go to the hospital with everyone, and even when he saw his father passed out in a pool of blood, his reaction was cold.

The siren of the ambulance gradually faded away and gradually disappeared.He stood outside the bathroom door, looking at the stinging red blood in the washbasin, on the toilet, and on the ground, and the pair of blue eyes hidden under the glasses flitted a complex light.

He turned around quietly, took two weak steps, and leaned his body against the cold wall. He raised his head and closed his eyes slightly. He felt that an invisible hand was desperately pulling him into that lonely darkness. In the world, he didn't do any struggle like before, but happily followed it, thinking of locking himself in there again-
meow~
At some point, Harpy came to his feet, it walked gracefully and lightly, darted back and forth in front of his feet, and kept calling softly.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Zimo's heart tightened because of some thoughts.He took a deep breath, struggled to shake the invisible hand, and returned to the real world.

He knelt down, stretched out his hand to gently stroke Happy's little head, and asked in a low voice, "Will he just die like this?"

"Zimo?" Dai Mengmeng, who heard that something happened here, ran over from the east courtyard before she had time to put on her coat. She looked around panting. Except for Zimo, everyone who gathered together went to the hospital. "Why are you still here?"

"Where should I be if I'm not here?" Zimo raised his head to look at Dai Mengmeng who was walking towards him.

"Of course I went to the hospital. Aren't you worried about Uncle?" Although he knew that Zimo was the one who rejected Mr. LE the most among all the brothers, Dai Mengmeng felt that in this situation, he should at least show a little worry.

"There are so many people around him, isn't that enough?" Zimo stood up and said indifferently, "Isn't it normal to get sick when you're old?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, bypassing Dai Mengmeng who was approaching him, and took the elevator upstairs.

Uh?
Dai Mengmeng looked at Zimo who was leaving, and frowned slightly.

meow~
Happy walked to Dai Mengmeng's side, also looked at the closed elevator door, and let out a soft cry.

"You also think he is too indifferent?!"

meow~
(End of this chapter)