The air in the air-conditioned room plummeted to freezing, and it was almost suffocating.

He Shuyuan exhaled slowly, and her tone changed back to her usual indifference and peace.

"Jiang Sheng, your father is no longer young, and his health is getting worse and worse, why can't you let him worry less?"

Jiang Sheng walked quickly in front of her, the darkness in his eyes was bottomless.

Like a mad beast about to be imprisoned in a cage of conflict, whoever bumps into it is dead.

"What did you just say?"

He Shuyuan couldn't help but lean back, "It was diagnosed a few days ago." Fortunately, it was discovered early. The doctor said that if treatment is started now, the condition will not progress to the worst at least. ”

She raised her eyes, "But the company won't allow Zecheng's health to go wrong." ”

He Shuyuan looked at the tall and thin stepson in front of him, and took in his entanglements, contradictions, chagrin, and pain.

Blood is thicker than water. After all, he still misses his father.

"Jiang Sheng, Hongcheng was founded by your father, and his life's hard work has been poured into it. He's been waiting for you to receive your heart into this home, so that he can deliver the group to you. ”

Jiang Sheng smiled.

Yes, Hongcheng Group is Jiang Zecheng's lifelong effort.

He dedicates all his energy to his career, and what is the once happy family to him?

What is his wife?

Jiang Sheng never dared to imagine what her mother would think at the last moment when she burned out her life in the days when she was still conscious on the hospital bed.

Siren has passed away, and Jiang Zecheng later married He Shuyuan, a world-renowned painter with intellectual beauty and charm. Who can still remember Su Yaru?

"Isn't there another candidate to take over the group? Why come to me to touch the nails. ”

Jiang Sheng's eyes were cold, and He Shuyuan was silent for a long time, "Yufeng is still young, what can he do." ”

She sighed softly.

"I know you don't like to hear me say this, but I have to tell you what it is. Jiang Sheng, go home and see your father. ”

The young man clenched his hands into fists, and even his arms trembled slightly.

"Jiang Sheng!"

He Shuyuan once again stopped him who wanted to leave.

Softly said:

"I'm pregnant. Two months. It was found out when he accompanied Zecheng to the hospital for an examination. ”

For a moment, Jiang Sheng couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams, and only heard his own fragmented words, which seemed to be too illusory.

"Congratulations."

*

Parkinsonism.

The typical symptom is sluggishness, and in severe cases, it manifests as akinesia, which can cause mental disorders, and patients may suffer from depression or even dementia.

Even if the scenery is like Jiang Zecheng, it is still difficult to escape the curse of life, old age, sickness and death.

However, he also had a windfall.

Old and old.

Now Jiang Zecheng and He Shuyuan, as well as Jiang Yufeng - He Shuyuan and her ex-husband's son, formerly known as Gu Yufeng, they have really become a family.

It was getting dark.

"It's raining, it's raining!"

In the noisy classroom, I don't know who shouted first.

Chi Miao also leaned to the window to look out, under the illumination of the street lamps and the lights of the teaching building, the ground was shiny, and the sound of raindrops could be faintly heard.

The water doesn't seem to be too little, and the drizzle should have been falling for a while.

"I heard that Jiang Sheng didn't show up all afternoon." Meng Ruoting came to Chi Miao with his schoolbag on his back, "Usually he skips class and doesn't show up for a few classes in a row, what's wrong with him today." ”