"Dad..." Jia Meng whispered this title.
In the past, she called him "Dad" because of his blood relationship.
But at this moment, this sound came from the heart.
In an instant, all the hatred towards Jia Tianming began to dissipate.
The aging man in front of him was so desolate and helpless.
Jia Tianming, who had been stunned by Li Lu into a drowsy sleep, heard this call as if from a distant horizon.
He tried to open his heavy eyelids, overcome the fuzzy brain consciousness, and his chapped lips made a sound with difficulty:
"Dream... dream."
"It's me. I'm back!" Jia Meng couldn't control his emotions, and a teardrop dropped directly into Jia Tianming's palm.
She wiped away the tears, and firmly held Jia Tianming's hand with both hands, trying her best to convey warmth and strength to him.
However, Jia Tianming's hand had no sensation at all.
He raised his knees and made the gesture of wanting to sit up.
Jia Meng helped him up.
Jia Tianming's eyes flew first on the snow-white wall of the ward, then turned to see Marei, then Li Lu, and finally returned to Jia Meng's face.
"You... thin..." Jia Tianming's teeth trembled, making a faint voice.
This is the first time Jia Meng has heard from Jia Tianming's words of concern.
Once a famous Internet industry tycoon in the country, he was as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of illness!
"Dad, I'm sorry." She couldn't think of it anyway. In just over a month after she left home, her biological father fell into such a situation...
"What disease does my dad have?" Jia Meng turned to look at Li Lu.
Li Lu unintentionally admired this scene of loving father and daughter filial piety, holding a mobile phone in her hand to scan a short video, lazily glanced at Jia Meng, and simply confessed: "Can't you see it? This is a stroke."
Stroke...
This term is not unfamiliar to Jia Meng, but he usually sees the appearance of an old stroked man in TV dramas.
Now there is a living stroke patient right in front of her, and this person is not someone else, but her biological father!
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Jia Meng cried and roared.
"Haha, tell you?" A trace of disdain passed across Li Lu's usual charming charming face with a decent smile, "Miss Jia, don't you think it's ridiculous to ask me this question?"
"First, didn't you elope with someone and ran away from home without any explanation yourself?"
"Secondly, after you left, there was no news. Everyone sent you messages and made countless phone calls without results."
"I want to contact you, but what about you?"
Jia Meng was so embarrassed that he slapped his face directly.
She knelt down, prostrated her head by Jia Tianming's bed, and cried incoherently: "Yes! It's all my fault... Dad, I'm sorry... Please get well soon!"
Marley hugged Jia Meng aside and pressed her hands to prevent her from hurting herself for no reason.
Jia Meng was even more angry. She couldn't move her hand. She kicked Marley's leg and couldn't contain her collapse: 噺⒏⑴祌The full text is the fastest んττρs:/м.χ八㈠zщ.còм/
"Marley! Blame you! Why did you take me to elope! Why did you confiscate my phone! Why did you block the news of my dad's illness!"
Marley remained silent, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, letting Jia Meng use him as a punching bag to vent.
The face that was as indifferent as a ten thousand year iceberg provoked waves of twitches, and his brows were filled with distress and self-blame.
He just wanted Jia Meng to live a carefree life with him. He thought that Jia Meng hated Jia Tianming.
Seeing Jia Meng's fierce reaction, he felt heartache.
Jia Tianming, who was lying in the sex, twitched the corners of his mouth hard, "Ah... ah... ah" yelled several times.
Jia Meng leaped back to the bed and asked anxiously: "Dad! Dad! What's wrong with you?"
"He... He is... Horse... Lei?" Jia Tianming's fingers curled up and pointed at the strange face forcefully.
The careless Li Lu put down her phone and stared at Marley's unfamiliar face for a few seconds, her expression of complacency suddenly became a little complicated:
"Are you really... Master Ma Lei of the Thunder Group?"
Marley’s facial paralysis did not show the slightest look. He leaned against the white wall and calmly said: “It’s me, I just changed my face. I took Jia Meng away. All the faults are My responsibility."
"Master Ma, you said you, leave the Thunder to do what you want, and bring an oil bottle. It's a pity, your dad's painstaking efforts..."
After confirming Marei's identity, Li Lu's arrogant tone suddenly slowed down a lot.
When he looked at Marley again, there was a hint of flattery in his eyes.
"Call... He... Get out." Jia Tianming bit his lip, grabbed the quilt with one hand, and pointed at Marei with the other, shouting hoarse.
The sad Jia Meng also followed Jia Tianming's meaning, pointed his finger towards the door of the ward, and said to Marley viciously, "You get out of here!"
"Good." Marley walked out of the ward without explaining.
"Haha." As soon as Marley left, Li Lu's face returned to arrogant arrogance, "You father and daughter are really interesting. When everyone is healthy, you are like enemies. Now that you are sick, you are united. !"
"Enough! Stop talking!" Jia Meng covered his ears and shook his head desperately.
Jia Tianming's illness became so severe that she couldn't help Li Lu's instigation.
"Ms. Jia, I won't be polite to you. There are some things, I will say clearly. Netdream Technology has been withdrawn from the market, and the next step is either bankruptcy liquidation or acquisition."
"Your dad no longer has the capacity for civil conduct. I am the newly appointed legal representative of the company and the upcoming chairman. The Jia's small courtyard, the property under the Jia's name, will all be dealt with next."
"As for you, you can never live a life of good clothes and food anymore! After the Ma family master comes back, presumably the Ma family won't let you in! And the Tang family, because of your escape from marriage, it is also right. I hate you so much! Hahaha..."
Li Lu's laughter was extraordinarily arrogant.
Her appearance was worse than Tang Xiaowan's madness.
Compared with Tang Xiaowan, her laughter was revengeful, as if it had the pleasure of destroying others.
"Li Lu! Don’t you think you’ve done this too much? After my mom passed away, you have been with my dad for so many years, and my dad treats you very well, and he is only good with you. Now my dad is sick. You seized the opportunity to seize power, where is your conscience?"
"Haha, talk to me about conscience?" Li Lu put a delicate white hand on her tall chest, "Ask your dad, I have been with him for so many years, what did he give me? Is marriage? No! Love? No! The only valuable thing he gave me is the 10 shares of Net Dream!"