Chapter 562: Han Lao meets Zishu alone

"You two old things just put gold on your face and say nice things." The third elder glanced at the second elder and the fourth elder, and walked to the eldest elder to ask for tea.

"Hey you, San'er, what's the matter with you, why are you talking so venomously today?" The second elder's face sank, and the words of the third elder were like sharp swords piercing his heart.

The third elder ignored the second elder, rolled his eyes directly, and went to drink tea.

"If you understand what I said, I don't need to say more, Qin Zhao's attack on you today is also because you were the people who were by Han Lao's side in the past, and you have already shown mercy." The Great Elder lowered his head and slowly blew away the smoke from the teacup.

"I think Qin Zhao shouldn't be merciful today, he deserves these two old things like to pretend." The three elders, the sword man, are everywhere, and they don't drill seamlessly.

"You, you." The second elder and the fourth elder couldn't say a word clearly, and they only dared to point at the third elder and tremble for a long time.

"What's yours and mine, if this Han Tianran and Han Tianhe come to you, what will you do?" The three elders asked the point.

"We're not stupid, we must be going on, the seals are all stamped." The four elders shook their heads and said, always feeling that the three elders were sarcastic about their intelligence.

"We're old, and we're not old and confused." The Second Elder went on to say that he felt the same way as the Fourth Elder.

"I'm not confused, and I won't hurt a hand or a leg." The three elders drank the tea in their hands and finally took a sip of it.

"Forget it, if you don't tell him, I'm going to be angry." The second elder shook his arm, forgetting that one of his arms was injured, and he grinned in pain.

The Great Elder sat there with a smile and watched the Third Elder take the Second Elder and the Fourth Elder, making the cat furious.

Qin Zhao accompanied Han Lao back to Tong'an Hospital and came to Mo Zishu's ward.

"Qingyuan, you go out first, I have something to say to the girl Shu alone." As soon as Han Zhengyu entered the door, he saw Fu Qingyuan guarding Mo Zishu's side, and he affirmed Fu Qingyuan a little in his heart.

Fu Qingyuan was definitely unwilling.

"You go and wait for a while, and you'll be fine soon." In desperation, Mo Zishu could only speak in person, and what Han Lao said to him alone must be very important.

"Okay." Fu Qingyuan didn't have any reluctance, he was not happy, and after responding, he got up and rubbed Mo Zishu's head and walked out of the door.

"Girl, I came to you this time because of the Han family." Han Zhengyu saw Fu Qingyuan leaving, so he spoke.

"Well, the new head of the Han family is Qin Zhao." Mo Zishu nodded, and he could see it at a glance.

Qin Zhao was surprised, but Han Zhengyu had a flat expression, as if he expected Mo Zishu to guess.

"Yes, it's much better than your two useless sons." Mo Zishu's eyes fell on Qin Zhao's body, and he looked at Qin Zhao unscrupulously.

Qin Zhao also calmly accepted Mo Zishu's scrutiny.

"Don't mention them, they wish I was dead." Han Zhengyu shook his head and sighed, it is better not to give birth to these two sons, and it will be a shame for the Han family.

When Mo Zishu heard this, her deep eyes lowered: "Do they have this idea?" ”

Qin Zhao inexplicably felt a chill spreading for no reason, and his intuition told him that Han Tianran and Han Tianhe estimated that they would not have a good life in the future.

"Let's not talk about these for the time being, now the entire S City is waiting for the Han family to be chaotic, and the internal struggle is becoming more and more serious, they can sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and finally get a piece of the pie, I want to quickly help Qin Zhao to the throne." Han Zhengyu shook his head, no longer talking about the topic just now, and seriously crossed a touch of depth.

"It depends on whether Qin Zhao has the courage to do so, there are many ways for a person to quickly ascend to the top, it depends on whether he is ruthless or not." Mo Zishu said slowly, staring at Qin Zhao with mysterious eyes.

Qin Zhao suddenly felt a tingling in his scalp.

"Don't worry, he will, but I still hope that Shu Yatou can help when the time comes, my general trend has gone and what I can do has been done for him, but Qin Zhao does not have a strong backing behind him." Han Zhengyu didn't make his words clear, he knew that Mo Zishu understood.

"Does Elder Han want me to be Qin Zhao's backing and ensure that Qin Zhao's ascension goes smoothly?" Mo Zishu raised her eyebrows and asked knowingly.

"Not only to ensure the smooth ascension of Qin Zhao, but also to let him sit firmly in this position in the Han family, at least for two years after my abdication, no one dares to touch Qin Zhao." Han Zhengyu shook his head, it's just that it's too simple to get on the throne smoothly, after this position, how to stabilize his position is the most important thing.

Mo Zishu fell into deep thought when she heard Han Zhengyun's words, not that she was unwilling, but that she listened to Han Lao's words, and always felt that Han Lao was hiding something from them.

Not only did Mo Zishu feel this way, but Qin Zhao also felt this way, as early as yesterday.

Han Zhengyu was not in a hurry to hear Mo Zishu's answer, and sat aside and waited slowly.

After a long time, Mo Zishu took a deep breath and said, "No problem, I promise." ”

Han Zhengyu's face was instantly happy, and Mo Zishu would really agree.

"You can tell Qin Zhao what conditions you have, anyway, the Han family won't belong to me after that." Han Zhengyun had a smile on his face, and a flash of relief flashed in his eyes.

But Mo Zishu did not miss the relief in Han Lao's eyes.

"However, I want to remind you one thing, Xia Hanting, you still remember." Han Zhengyun said again.

Hearing Xia Hanting's three words, the corners of Mo Zishu's eyebrows trembled slightly, as if she was a woman who was worried about Fu Qingyuan.

"She is Yun Changjin's person." Han Zhengyun continued.

"Yun Changjin?" Mo Zishu was slightly surprised, this was the second time she had heard someone mention Yun Changjin.

"I remember that he strongly recommended me to choose escort." A smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of Mo Zishu's mouth.

"Knowing people and faces but not knowing their hearts, Yun Changjin's ambition is very big." Han Zhengyu shook his head, how could he not know what Mo Zishu said, he was still present at the time.

"Now there are two groups of people in S City who are calculating these big families, and they are about to change the sky." Mo Zishu agreed with what Han Zhengyu said.

"That's all I have to tell you, when there is a situation, Qin Zhao will inform you, and I will rest." Han Zhengyu stood up slowly, ready to leave the ward.

Mo Zishu stared at Han Zhengyu's back, pondered for a while and said, "Rest well, when you are well rested, the Han family will be restored to peace." ”

When Han Zhengyu heard this, his body was stunned, and he didn't look back and continued to walk outside.

Fu Qingyuan, who was guarding the door, saw Han Zhengyu come out, and immediately nodded and said 'Han Lao', and returned to the ward.

When Mo Zishu saw Fu Qingyuan coming in, she adjusted her posture and lay on the hospital bed looking at the man who was gradually walking towards her.

"How is it, what did Elder Han tell you?" Fu Qingyuan approached Mo Zishu's side and straightened out the quilt for Mo Zishu.

Mo Zishu listened to the warm voice, raised his head and asked, "How much does Master Fu know about Yun Changjin?" ”

Fu Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, and he hadn't heard the girl in front of him call him Master Fu for a long time.

"Yun Changjin, I don't know much, you can ask our grandfather, but I still know a little bit about the superficial." Fu Qingyuan said.

"Tell me." Mo Zishu was full of interest.

Fu Qingyuan took the opportunity to hold Mo Zishu's hand in his palm, and then said slowly: "Yun Changjin is a good charity, just in the name of the school, he has donated 30 million to children in poor mountainous areas, and donated 10 million subsidy funds to the society in his personal name, and he has also established a personal love donation foundation: 'Cloud Fund', and because he has adopted too many children under his name, he has established a children's welfare home. ”

"Children's welfare homes?" Mo Zishu's cold eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Hmm." Fu Qingyuan nodded.

"I heard you mention a child before, when I was hit by a car, it was because of a child, was that child also adopted by Yun Changjin?" Mo Zishu asked.

When Fu Qingyuan heard Mo Zishu's question, a trace of surprise appeared on his face.

"Shushu, you, don't you remember?" Fu Qingyuan hurriedly asked with confirmation.

"Remember what? I remember the scene. Mo Zishu asked Fu Qingyuan rhetorically, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, Fu Qingyuan's brows frowned, and then he asked cautiously: "Shushu, do you remember Xiaomeng?" ”

The only thing that can cause Mo Zishu's mood swings is Xiaomeng.

"Little dream? Who is Little Dream? Is that the kid you're talking about? Mo Zishu asked, the name Xiaomeng does sound familiar.

"Shushu, think about who Xiaomeng is?" Fu Qingyuan was not in a hurry, and reminded Mo Zishu step by step.

"Sss Before he could think about it, Mo Zishu's head hurt a little.

"What's wrong?" Fu Qingyuan panicked instantly, and hurriedly got up to check Mo Zishu's situation.

"It's okay, I'm taking a break, my head suddenly hurts a little." Mo Zishu shook his head.

"I'll call a doctor." Fu Qingyuan pressed the bell without waiting for Mo Zishu's consent, memory loss, headache, these symptoms all indicate that Mo Zishu may have serious head trauma.

Mo Zishu did not stop Fu Qingyuan.

The dean hurried over to check on Mo Zishu.

"Mr. Fu, Miss Mo's head is not injured in any way, but there is memory loss, and the headache is likely to be greatly stimulated, resulting in Miss Mo's selective amnesia, because Miss Mo remembers everything else, but the memory loss of Xiaomeng can be determined." The dean hurriedly explained to Fu Qingyuan.

"Selective amnesia." Fu Qingyuan repeated, Mo Zishu's symptoms were indeed right, and Mo Zishu really didn't know anything about Xiaomeng when he asked him just now.

"How long will it take?" Fu Qingyuan asked the most critical question.

The dean shook his head: "I don't know. ”