The old butler was deeply worried......

Since He Yingdong came back from the hospital, he sat in his study and smoked all night.

Previously, he was a workaholic.

And now, he can't even take care of his work.

The phone on the desktop kept ringing, and he didn't bother to answer it.

What has always come to mind is Li Jiaqi's tearful eyes.

When he was a child, he went hunting with his second brother.

In that dark forest, I met a fawn that was shot and dying.

The fawn fell in a pool of blood, and the blood of the bloody deer dripped down the pool, and the pool was dyed bright red.

At that time, the fawn was such a pair of watery and sad eyes.

That look he will never forget in his life.

Li Jiaqi's eyes were exactly the same as the fawn.

And he is the ruthless shotgunman.

He was scared, what would she do if she had AIDS?

His life was ruined by him.

The computer was on, and the picture on the web page was exactly what he accidentally searched for.

It's about the lives of AIDS patients, and the picture is very dark, those who are infected with AIDS, they can't get married, and they lose the eligibility to have children for life.

Being ostracized by loved ones and friends, living on the brink of suffering, from onset to death, is a very frightening process.

He stared at the image, innocent and desperate eyes in his mind.

He suddenly got up, picked up the computer and slammed it on the ground.

Then stomp it down with your foot......

The old butler happened to walk to the door, just in time to see He Yingdong go crazy, stomping the laptop on the ground to pieces.

He held the door frame with both hands, and his ears were full of crackling sounds, and he didn't dare to come in for a while.

After a long time, when the room had calmed down, he walked in tremblingly.

"Third Young Master, you haven't eaten much in the past two days, the old lady is very worried about your body!"

"Don't eat it!"

He left this sentence faintly, turned around and left.

Later, when the old housekeeper went to check again, He Yingdong was already asleep on the bed alone.

Sighed silently.

And he withdrew again.

In the next two days, He Yingdong's face looked much calmer.

But he still didn't talk much, and the whole person was silent.

Until morning, the old butler hurried over.

"Third Young Master......"

There was nothing on his handsome face, he just glanced at him indifferently, and the movements in his hands did not stop.

"Third Young Master, what a great thing! The old lady asked you to go to the eldest young master's room! ”

"Don't go!" He answered lazily, and the posture of sitting upright did not change.

These days, he seems calm.

In fact, there has been a change, it seems that from that day on, he no longer talks to Mrs. He, and does not eat with Mrs. He.

There is obviously a rift between mother and son.

"Third Young Master, you must go, the eldest young master's illness has improved!"

He Yingdong twisted his eyebrows slightly.

He stood up, reached out and pressed his eyebrows, and walked out of the study.

A moment later, he walked into the room.

At this time, I saw He Ziting, who had always been lying on the hospital bed, actually sat up.

Although his face looked pale and his body was very weak, he really came to his senses.

For a moment, he could barely believe his eyes.

"Big brother!!"

He Ziting smiled at him.

Mrs. He cried with joy next to her, "Great! It's so good, I knew he was going to wake up, thank God Buddha for bless my family, it's great! ”