Hundreds of millions of heirs force marriage step by step: I don't want you to capture me

Chapter 136
In the lounge, Xue Zhongyang was lying on the reclining chair, seeing his calf was covered with gold needles again, and complained, "Uncle Cha, I can walk now, why do I need to insert needles?"

"Your legs are still atrophic. Although you can walk, you still have to continue to be a wheelchair. If you have to walk, you have to use crutches. After a period of acupuncture and physical therapy, you can walk like a normal person. Otherwise, If you leave sequelae, you are ready to stay in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

"It's not that serious, is it?"

"It's so serious!"

Xue Zhongyang knew Fucha's medical level. He could walk, but when he lay down, his legs hurt. He didn't want to become disabled in the future.Song Dezhi can run, if he is disabled, how can he catch up with that woman in the future.

"Uncle Cha, my wife's mother has a cerebral hemorrhage and has been lying on the hospital bed for several years. You can come with us today and help her take a look."

Fucha didn't save Xue Zhongyang at all, "I'm just here to treat you. Whether the others live or die has nothing to do with me."

"Then what should I do? I can't handle Song Dezhi. Even if I go back to Hong Kong, I won't be in the mood to work. Xue Jichang doesn't know that I'm awake. Heart, but it’s not as lucky as being in a coma.”

"..."

Xue Zhongyang narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the pleasant spring scenery outside, "Uncle Cha, actually, Xue Jichang is more like his father."

Fucha snorted coldly, and said disdainfully, "He? He is cruel enough, but unfortunately he has no great wisdom! A person who can even be cruel to his own brother can be kind to others. .”

Xue Zhongyang turned his head slightly, looked at Fu Cha who had a clear love and hate, and sincerely begged, "...Uncle Cha, do you know what kind of people I will face when I return to Hong Kong? Just help me to see Look at my mother-in-law, you have to cure her, you are a grateful person, you must remember my kindness in your heart, my back house is stable, and only when I return to Hong Kong can I concentrate on taking care of things there."

Fucha couldn't help but said, "Your grandfather doesn't like that woman!" At the end, he added, "Ozawa doesn't seem to like her very much either."

Xue Zhongyang smiled, "He is my son! If I like it, he will like it too! I believe that he will be able to get rid of him soon!"

"Where does your confidence come from?"

"Where can I send the woman I like?"

Fucha was speechless: she is bad everywhere!It's okay for a woman to be ugly, but she can't even cook well.Fucha was also woken up that morning by the water from the fire sprinkler.

"Uncle Cha, do me a favor, go and show me?"

Xue Zhongyang is a different kind, he never bullies others, he treats others with gentleness and generosity, the eminent monk Fa Zhi once said: Xue Zhongyang has the legacy of a sage, he can be regarded as great wisdom!

"Understood." Fu Cha muttered dissatisfiedly, "I despise your son-daughter affection the most."

"You just think that I missed Song Dezhi's life in my previous life, and I'm here to repay my kindness in this life."

"Aren't you an atheist?"

"I kind of believe in fate now."

……

Song Dezhi held his son's hand and looked at Xue Zhongyang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, arranging Fucha to treat his mother. He had a small expectation in his heart. Her mother had been in a coma for three years, and Xue Zhongyang could wake up. Then her Mother should be able to wake up.

The grandfather in his hometown has not been in good health for the past few years, and he has been clamoring for his mother to go home to see him. Song Dezhi really worked hard to hide it.

"Mommy, you hurt my hand."

"I'm sorry." Song Dezhi let go, raised his hand and touched his son's head, looked at his son with infinite love and compassion in his eyes, and said softly, "When grandma gets better, mother will take you to mother's hometown to see grandpa. .”

"If Daddy agrees, I'll go."

"Get it..."

Lu Xiyue went abroad to study for three months, just came back, he came to see Mother Song, and met Song Dezhi by accident.

"Xiyue?" Song Dezhi was very happy to see Lu Xiyue, and she hadn't seen him for a long time.

"To see your mother?"

"kindness."

Lu Xiyue saw Xue Yanze with her head bowed, and asked, "Could this child be lost by someone from the foundation again?"

Song Dezhi picked up his son, with a proud expression on his face, showing off, "Lu Xiyue, my son! Look, do our eyebrows and ears look alike?" Song Dezhi looked in the mirror afterward, and there was only These two places are like myself.

"Your son?"

"OK."

Song Dezhi said to his son, "Xiao Ze, call me Godfather!"

Xue Yanze frowned, "When did I have a godfather?"

"When you were just born. Speaking of which, when you came to this world, the first person you saw was your godfather."

Lu Xiyue's face was a little unhappy, "How did you find him?"

Yue Weichao pushed Xue Zhongyang out and saw Song Dezhi talking to a man. Seeing the "intimacy" between Song Dezhi and that man, Yue Weichao's heart skipped a beat, there must be no adultery.

"Little devil, I delivered you! Back then, you couldn't survive, but I struggled so hard to drag you out. Hurry up and call godfather!"

"Ozawa, call me godfather."

"Godfather!" Xue Yanze yelled reluctantly.

Song Dezhi heard the sound of the wheelchair, turned his body slightly, and saw Xue Zhongyang, she looked at him nervously, and asked, "How is my mother? What did he say? Will my mother get better?"

"Xiyue, long time no see." Xue Zhongyang did not answer Song Dezhi's question, but greeted Lu Xiyue.

Lu Xiyue looked down at the man in the wheelchair and said, "I thought you would never come back."

"Because it's here, even if I crawl, I will crawl over."

The two are looking at each other, completely in estrus, the male looks at the eyes of the other male.

"Yeah, I just came back from abroad, and I haven't paid attention to it recently. I'll treat you to dinner in a few days." Lu Xiyue looked away, looked at Song Dezhi and said.

"No problem. I have to pay you back."

"Not in a hurry."

Lu Xiyue's footsteps were a little messy, and she wanted to leave, but Xue Zhongyang stopped him and asked, "How much does Zhizhi owe you? Tell me, and I will ask my assistant to send you the money."

"Need not!"

"Need not!"

Song Dezhi and Lu Xiyue said in unison.

Xue Zhongyang's face turned ugly on the spot, "If you want to figure it out, it's the same if you return the money to me in the future!"

"No, not much."

Song Dezhi looked at Lu Xiyue with a smile, "When you have time, go home and see Lu's father and Lu's mother, they miss you very much."

"Thank you for helping me take care of my parents."

"Should be."

What should it be?Why should his wife take care of other people's parents?One by one, just as Xue Zhongyang died?
"Goodbye, godson! The meeting ceremony, I will make it up for you later."

Ozawa thought for a while, frowned and said, "Actually, I don't like to talk much!"

"Oh? This is not like your mother. Your mother is a chatterbox. She talks a lot. When we had dinner with her before, her saliva was all on the plate."

Song Dezhi felt embarrassed, and argued, "How could I spray all the saliva on the plate?"

"Let's have dinner together when you have time, the food abroad is simply not for people to eat."

"no problem!"

"Bye-Bye!"

"Goodbye."

Lu Xiyue left, Xue Zhongyang looked at Song Dezhi's "reluctant" gaze, and felt furious in his heart.Four years, four years when he was not around, when did she have such a good relationship with Lu Xiyue.Godfather?Has he asked his own father's opinion?

"Xue Zhongyang, how is my mother?"

"How do I know? You won't ask Fucha yourself?" Xue Zhongyang said angrily.

"Weren't you in there all the time just now. Didn't you hear Fucha's words?"

"I didn't hear that! I only heard that you and Lu Xiyue were having dinner, and the food you sprayed was full of saliva! Lu Xiyue ate your saliva!"

What is this and what!

"Ozawa, come, uncle will take you out to play."

Seeing the two couples quarreling, Yue Weichao didn't want to spoil the child, took the child from Song Dezhi's arms, and carried the child away.

The two stared at each other, and Song Deyi's expression was inexplicable.

"What's wrong with you today? You're so angry."

"Lu Xiyue delivered the baby for you? Won't you go to the hospital? Also, when did my son recognize Lu Xiyue as his godfather? Have you asked my opinion? I'll pay you back the money, why don't you let me pay it for you?"

Song Dezhi has always been hard-pressed, "I also want to ask your opinion, but where were you at that time? I also wanted to go to the hospital, but that night the storm was blowing, the line was blown, and the 120 could not get through. My amniotic fluid broke that night, if it wasn't for Lu Xiyue and Xue Zhongyang, you would have only seen my ashes and Xiao Ze's ashes now!"

Song Dezhi felt a lot of resentment towards Xue Zhongyang in his heart, even though he knew that he would have no way to come back, but so many grievances and tears in his heart would still come out, tormenting her.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Xue Zhongyang got off the wheelchair, took a few steps quickly, passed his hands under her armpits, and hugged her, "...I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"Let me go, I'm going to ask Fucha how my mother is doing."

"Just ask me."

"Didn't you just say you didn't know."

"Mom is fine. The congestion will be cleared up after another operation, and it will be cured after it is cleaned up."

"Then can my mother wake up?"

"Uncle Cha is here, don't worry."

"That weird old man."

Xue Zhongyang looked around and said in a low voice, "He has a bad temper, don't talk nonsense. If you make him anxious, what if he doesn't treat your mother?"

"kindness."

"What's going on with you and Lu Xiyue?"

"What's the matter?"

"I remember, the two of you used to have trouble when you met, why is your relationship so good now?"

"We don't know each other without fighting! Over the years, he has helped me a lot. I'm afraid, I won't be clear in this life."

"How much do you owe him?"

"It's still 37!"

"Give me the account number, and I'll call you."

"No, I'll pay it back myself."

"You give it back to me later!"

　Cold, dizzy, uncomfortable...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)