But if Fu Tingyuan refuses to let himself go, what should he do?

She was afraid that Fu Tingyuan would be lost in this self-torment.

When Hua Rong went out, he saw Yan Zong walking in on crutches surrounded by everyone.

She stepped aside and shouted respectfully, "Uncle Yan." ”

Yan Zong nodded at her, then didn't say anything, and led someone to Fu Tingyuan's ward.

His demeanor was a little angry.

Even the amiability that he had pretended to be in his old age had disappeared, leaving only the ferocity of decades of fighting in the mall.

Hua Rong stood in a corner, watching Yan Zong push the door into Fu Tingyuan's ward, hesitated for a moment, but turned around and walked back.

The guard at the door stopped her, and she didn't want to go in, but just stayed aside and waited quietly.

She was worried that something would happen in the ward.

Yan Zong walked in on crutches.

He looked at his son lying on the hospital bed, and hated it very much: "Look at what you look like now!" ”

Fu Tingyuan opened his eyes and said in an indifferent tone: "What am I like now?" ”

Yan Zong walked over and looked at his haggard appearance, "Make yourself this virtuous for a woman!" Fu Tingyuan, what kind of face do you have to be my son?! ”

Fu Tingyuan looked at him and sneered.

Yan Zong raised his cane and slammed it on his face.

Fu Tingyuan's face turned away, and a cyan mark was smashed on his pale side face.

He didn't speak, just looked at his father with hatred in his eyes.

Yan Zong looked at his appearance and suddenly understood, he laughed angrily: "Fu Tingyuan, you actually hate me?" ”

“……”

"You hated your father for a woman!" He was really angry, his most beloved son was so emotional! Not to mention that he almost died for a woman, he is still resentful of Luo Nanchu's death.

Yan Zong calmed down in extreme anger.

He stood at the head of Fu Tingyuan's bed and sneered, "Do you know why Luo Nanchu died? It's no one else, it's yourself. It's you, my useless son! If you had a little use, she wouldn't have died! You really don't like my things, but it's exactly what you don't like, forcing you to marry a woman you don't like. If you had been in my place a day earlier, she would not have died. ”

"Do you think I killed her? No, it's not. He looked at him and said word by word, "It was your incompetence that killed her." If you had figured this out earlier, Luo Nanchu would not have died. You're at the top of the world, so what's blood? Even if she is your cousin, you can marry her if you want to. It's a pity that you're useless, you can only watch her die, and you can only be forced by me to marry Lu Mingyou. ”

His tone was extremely sarcastic.

Fu Tingyuan sat there with no expression.

After a long time, he looked up at Yan Zong.

"You're right." He said in a calm tone, "It was indeed me who killed her. ”

In his deep, bottomless eyes, there was a deep and pitch-black cold light like a whirlpool. Yan Zong was looked at by him, as if he was being stared at by a highly poisonous poison, and at that moment, a terrifying coolness crept up from the bottom of his heart.

Yan Zong stood there, a smile on the corner of his lips.

He finally transformed him into what he wanted him to be.

At this moment, his heart was full of happiness and relief.