There was a sound of knocking on the door outside the study, and He Rumo was a little surprised, could there still be someone else visiting? He walked to the door, but saw that the flail was not closed.

"The door is open, just push it." He Rumo walked back and said in an ordinary way. The door opened gently, and it was Xiao Shengxia, the host of this house.

He Rumo covered his lips and said with a smile: "This is your study, and there is really little need for this door-slamming move." Xiao Shengxia didn't explain much, but just echoed and smiled.

"By the way, is my sister better?" He Rumo asked with concern, he really looked like a "national brother". "It's better, she's an old disease, Rumo doesn't have to worry about it." Xiao Shengxia said lightly, with a touch of loneliness in his expression.

His words, like a specially prepared medicine, actually solved the doubts in He Rumo's heart. He was a little uncontrollable, so he pressed Xiao Shengxia's shoulders and asked a few words in a proud tone.

"But I often don't know people, and the meaning of the words is reversed?" Xiao Shengxia settled down and nodded gloomily. That's fine, you don't have to repeat your own clever words to fulfill this lie. He Rumo saw Xiao Shengxia's calm answer, and he didn't doubt it.

He stepped aside and told He Jin'er about his past feelings, not minding the corruption of these words in the slightest. Xiao Shengxia stood aside and listened with a solemn expression, but what he was thinking and thinking about was not all kinds of emotions about He Jin'er.

"That's it, the stubborn mediocrity of my family is how he broke up the so-called true love." He Rumo objectively summed up that his style and casualness are very different from He Situ.

"In this way, then Rumo told me all this qiē, aren't you afraid that I will have a gap with the princess?" Xiao Shengxia said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his joking tone was audible to everyone.

"I tell you about this for two reasons, one is to tell you all about my sister's sad past, and the other is to hope that you can treat my sister well, a hard-working woman." He Rumo said affectionately. The gesture of the elder brother is full of his state.

"Well, I'll treat her well." Xiao Shengxia replied succinctly. His reply made He Rumo feel a lot more comfortable, and his expression gradually softened.

"Good. With your voice, I'm relieved! He Rumo's eyes were full of light, and he sighed with relief. The two stared at each other, and then Xiao Shengxia led them to find a new residence for He Rumo.

"Tonight. If you stay, your meals will be delivered. Xiao Shengxia's state of being the lord of the mansion was gradually revealed, and He Rumo had to lower his posture and promise a few words.

The moment the door closed, He Rumo turned around one step in advance, and according to his status, he was still in a situation under the fence.

The son of Hefu settled here, but what about the older one?

In the master bedroom of the He Mansion, Mrs. He was full of sadness, looking in one direction with her hands clasped. Her gaze was closed on the bed. He Situ with a desolate face.

"Doctor, what kind of treatment does our master need to be able to wake up as before, and his condition is still more serious?" Mrs. He chattered endlessly, her concern was sincere words from the heart.

The doctor's expression was a little strange, and he shook his head back and forth, as if he had bad news to pour.

"You mean, doctor?" Mrs. He saw that the invited doctor was silent, and the panic in her heart was even worse.

"Master He...... He ......" the doctor replied intermittently, and his brow tightened into the ravine. "Doctor?" Mrs. He sensed. Teardrops fell in seconds.

"Mrs. He, take a step to speak." The doctor spoke slowly, leading Mrs. He away.

The old man said bluntly that Master He's condition was a rare serious illness. The incubation period of the disease is very prolonged. It generally does not manifest at will. This time, the disease is caused by external stimuli. The doctor let out a long cry of mourning.

"Seriously ill? The old man has always been healthy. How did you get a weird severe illness? Mrs. He muttered to herself, her eyes revealing a look of disbelief.

"Master He used to travel often in Willow Lane, Flower Street, and most of these illnesses were contaminated there. And once this disease is too much or even angry, it will be triggered. The doctor covered his face and said with some concern, such an unsightly thing really can't be listened to by others.

When Mrs. He heard the words "Flower Street and Willow Lane", she was already on the verge of collapse. The pride she had endured all these years and tried so hard to maintain was disappearing at this moment.

"Okay, doctor, and give Mrs. Ben a quasi-training, sir...... He? "How much time is left?" Mrs. He's language was infarcted, and she finally said this.

"There is no cure for this disease, and fifteen days is a rare deadline." The doctor said heavily, and he turned around, but he didn't even collect the consultation fee. After diagnosing such a disease, and losing face, what kind of consultation fee will be charged?

Mrs. He staggered to the side of the bed with the help of the furnishings on the side. She first ordered the waiting slaves and maids to disperse, and then gently locked the door from the inside. At this moment, she just wants to guard a realm alone, and occupy this person alone.

Mrs. He paced to the bedside, and she leaned slightly against the man's chest.

"What is the promise you made when you married me, what is it!" The roar spread, and Mrs. He's mood also fluctuated. She loves this man, she hates this man, she resents this man, and she still can't let go of this man after all......

Mrs. He raised her hand and gently hammered the man's front placket. How can these insignificant light hammers tell all these years of forbearance and sadness? Mrs. He was silent for a moment, and a terrible thought floated through her heart, such an idea may be regarded as a persistence in this life.

She saw that the man on the bed had his eyes closed, unconscious, and a clear teardrop was dripping gloomily.

She also ignored any reason for this decision. What white-headed people keep their oaths to old age, and what fallacies that will be eternal after hardship, she doesn't care about this qiē.

Mrs. He sat in front of the vanity mirror and tapped her lip blush on her lips, she had never been red makeup, but at this moment she was an exception to smear a touch of red.

This middle-aged woman entrusted her good years and youth to this man. The man had promised her glory and happiness with her, but he didn't want to, when he was old and decrepit, he still broke his promise after all.

Everywhere in Flower Street and Willow Lane, what a face-saving thing. He would rather let those unchaste women ruin his posture than be alone with her until he grows old.

Such a man has no vitality now, he lies flat on the bed, and he has not opened his eyes for a long time.

Since such a hidden disease cannot be seen in the world, then let one qiē indulge in unjust crimes. (To be continued.) )