At around twelve o'clock in the morning, Yan Zong was finally sent out of the ward.

The surgery was successful, but you need to pay attention to the next treatment.

After Fu Tingyuan heard that the operation was successful, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Yan Qingfeng glanced at his back, slightly darkened his eyebrows, watched Yan Zong being sent to the intensive care unit, and then turned around and followed behind Fu Tingyuan.

Fu Tingyuan walked to the elevator door, the elevator just stopped at his floor, he pressed the button, and was about to go in, when a hand reached over and pressed the close button.

Fu Tingyuan turned his head indifferently and glanced at Yan Qingfeng, the two of them were generally tall, and when they stood together, they invisibly gave outsiders a trace of pressure.

"You're going back now?"

Yan Qingfeng's tone was gloomy, and his handsome face showed a few cool gloom.

"It's not too early." His tone was light, "I have to go to the company tomorrow, so I'll talk about it later." ”

He raised his hand to press the door button, but Yan Qingfeng reached out and held his arm.

Fu Tingyuan's movements paused, lowered his eyes and glanced at the place where he was pinched by Yan Qingfeng, he didn't speak, but his expression darkened.

There was a silent look of annoyance on his face.

Yan Qingfeng let go of his hand and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want now?" ”

"I don't know what you mean."

"What do you want if you don't let Dad come home?"

Fu Tingyuan raised his head to look at him, he smiled a little playfully, and then asked, "He is so sick now, he doesn't live in the hospital but wants him to go home?" ”

Yan Qingfeng's tone was very deep: "You know what I'm talking about. ”

Fu Tingyuan pursed his lips slightly, which made his handsome and elegant face a little more mocking sarcasm, he looked at his brother, and said in a calm tone: "The winner is the king, and the loser is the loser, since I won, then no matter what I do, the loser can only accept it." That's what you've always wanted to teach me, isn't it? I've learned so well, what else are you not satisfied with. ”

Yan Qingfeng and Yan Zong didn't reveal anything to Fu Tingyuan about the affairs of Mexico back then, but with the death of Luo Nanchu, some buried secrets were gradually revealed. No one told him, but Fu Tingyuan probably guessed some answers.

No one thought that Luo Nanchu would die.

But in the final analysis, just like the butterfly effect, after adding fuel to the fire layer after layer, Luo Nanchu died under the wheel because of that secret.

Fu Tingyuan was afraid that he would not be able to forgive them.

In the past few years, he has become a lot stranger to him, and the whole person seems to have changed.

Yan Qingfeng himself is also difficult to explain, whether he regrets it or not, Luo Nanchu's death has changed too many things in the Yan family.

"He's your father after all!" Yan Qingfeng roared, "He's for your good!" Even if you want to hate, you shouldn't hate him, didn't he worry about less things in those years? ”

"All I know. You're all forcing me to do things I don't want to do by saying it's good for me. He smiled, a little cold and meaningless, "You guys did a great job, you all succeeded." You should be glad that I am now. He raised his hand and took a puff on his cigarette, his smile a little mocking in the light mist, "I just think that since you all think it's good to do this, I also want you to taste it, and I won't see the person you like for the rest of your life." ”