"Uncle He is dead?" Mo Chuyu staggered and took a step back, "No, it's impossible..."
If it was really like what Lu Linguan said, Ah Qing would feel so desperate after seeing her betrayal after losing her only relative!
No! Lu Linguan must be lying to her. Now that Ah Qing's whereabouts are unknown, she can't lose her mind. The girl kept hypnotizing herself, and looked at the young man who took off the mask with red eyes, "If Uncle He really passed away, I can't get it No news!"
"You can't get the news because Zheng Chenke didn't want the outside world to know. As soon as the person who adopted him died, he couldn't wait to drive his own child out of the house and monopolize all the property by himself. When he saw us together yesterday, That's when Ah Qing is most vulnerable and needs comfort most."
"And you..." Lu Linguan said, "but told him that you like his boyfriend and let him fulfill you."
"So, it's normal for Ah Qing to jump off the bridge."
"You lied to me!" Mo Chuyu's eyes were full of tears, she wiped them away indiscriminately, but more tears still came out, "Ah Qing will not commit suicide, Ah Qing clearly said that after giving up on you, he I will live a good life and will not be as stupid as I am now!"
Have a good time
Did He Qing actually think so? Lu Linguan paused with a smile on his face, and a subtle sourness rose from his heart.
Doesn't he like himself the most, can't even live without him? Could it be that if He Changying hadn't died this time, would he still live happily as usual after breaking up with him
Lu Linguan's face was gloomy to the point of horror, as long as he thought that the boy would leave him, and he would no longer be in those beautiful big eyes, he would feel a stabbing pain all over his body.
It's the kind of pain that you want so much but can't get.
How can it be? Haven't you all liked him for so many years? How can you give up so easily
Many thoughts turned in Lu Linguan's mind, and his gloomy face gradually returned to normal. He looked at Mo Chuyu, and he was too lazy to entangle with her any longer, "Long Xiangqiao, that's where Ah Qing committed suicide. Go and see."
Seeing that the young man was about to leave after finishing speaking, Mo Chuyu didn't care to wipe away the tears, and angrily said, "Stop, Lu Linguan! You said Ah Qing committed suicide, so what about the other person, where is he now?!"
"Want to know?" Lu Linguan stopped in his tracks, turned his head and showed a gentle smile again, "You'll know if you go to Changxiang Bridge and have a look."
"Lu Linguan!"
Mo Chuyu was confused by the news of He Qing's suicide, and completely lost her ability to think. Seeing someone walking away, she stumbled out with red eyes.
Ah Qing, you must not do stupid things!
please…
After sending away the annoying flies, Lu Linguan frowned. Now, Wang Yuecheng should have met Zheng Chenke.
He thought for a while, and finally called Lu Ren with a blank face.
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"The doctor said that the young master was mentally stimulated, and his thinking may have returned to his childhood." The housekeeper looked bitter, "Now it's best not to stimulate the young master, otherwise no one will know what he can do."
"Young master's psychiatrist was abroad when he was young, and he said he would be back tomorrow at the soonest. Young master was cured by him when he was young, and he will be fine this time!"
Looking at the hopeful housekeeper, Zheng Chenke did not answer in silence. When He Qing was a child, he became autistic because of his mother's abuse, but now He Qing is because of being...
The man's fists on both sides were tightly clenched, he resisted the tyranny surging from the bottom of his heart, and said in a deep voice, "I'll go and see him."
The boy woke up a long time ago, but as the butler said, he was sitting quietly on the bed. Even though the TV was playing, his gaze stayed outside the empty window.
Those beautiful eyes that always carry pride are full of apathy at the moment, the man's heart hurts when he sees it, he tries his best to smile, and walks over with his slender legs, "Ah Qing, what are you looking at?" ?”
The boy's eyes were still staring straight out of the window, and he didn't pay attention to him, Zheng Chenke didn't care, he carefully helped the half-sitting boy put on his clothes, and sat by the bed, "Are you looking at the scenery outside? "
He Qing's delicate profile was empty, he shrank his body, carefully moved towards the man, and then folded his arms again in a daze.
Zheng Chenke vaguely felt that something was wrong. Although the young man was a little timid before, he would not say nothing like he is now. This situation is a bit like what the housekeeper said.
"As long as no one asks him to do something, he can sit quietly for a day, how could he do something like sneaking into the car..."
Zheng Chenke clenched his fisted hands even tighter. He seemed to be asking He Qing, but also to himself, "Ah Qing, was it really not you back then?"
The young man stared out of the window blankly, ignoring him.
Zheng Chenke smiled miserably, and said to himself, "I believe it's not you, but isn't it already too late?"
"Ah Qing, why, seeing you like this, I'm here..." The man pressed his heart, with a painful and puzzled expression on his face, "Why is it so uncomfortable?"
"I think, maybe I like you..."
Zheng Chenke was tempted for the first time, and confessed for the first time, but the person he confessed to was indirectly harmed by him like this.
The man's slender hands landed on the boy's hair, stroking gently, "Don't worry, Ah Qing, I've already found out whoever hurt you, and I'll make him pay the price, okay?"
"Ah Qing has always liked Lu Linguan and wanted to marry him, but he treats you like this..." Thinking of the bruises all over the boy's body and the marks he saw when he cleaned him up, Zheng Chenke's eyes were full of hatred, " He should have been stopped by now, and he wants to escape from the country, dreaming!"
The big hand with well-defined bones gently stroked the young man's pale cheeks. He was careful not to use force for fear of scaring him. The man's voice was soft and he said in a low voice, "Let's let Lu Lin watch his death, shall we?"
Hearing Lu Linguan's name, the calloused men moved slightly the boy's eyes that had been standing still, and with a divine light, his expression instantly changed from dazed to fearful when he saw the man in front of him.
As if avoiding some monster, the boy screamed and hid back. He looked around, his clear and cheerful voice was full of helplessness and panic, "Lin Guan! Lin Guan, where are you..."
Zheng Chenke was stunned, "Ah Qing, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing him, the young man was trembling with fright as if seeing a stranger, and his voice was crying, "Grandpa housekeeper, where are you... Ah Qing is afraid..."
The butler who happened to come over with a bowl of soup rushed forward when he saw this. When the young man saw him, he almost cried and threw himself into his arms.
Zheng Chenke stood stiffly, watching the housekeeper hugging the sobbing boy, patting him on the back distressedly, coaxing him as if coaxing him when he was a child, "Young master, don't cry, it's okay, it's okay... don't cry don't cry..."
"Where have you been..." The young man's voice was full of grievances, he whispered with sobs, "Grandpa Butler... why isn't Guan Lin here..."
The butler stopped patting his back.
He heard Wang Yuecheng's confession to Lu Linguan with his own ears, and now he can't wait to eat the meat of this beast that grew up with their young master. Hearing his name, his eyes were filled with hatred.
"What did the young master ask him for?"
The boy looked up suspiciously, still sobbing a little, "Lin Guan... isn't Lin Guan here today?"
As he spoke, he still felt a little wronged, and couldn't help but accumulate tears in his eyes, "Didn't he say that he would stay with me every day and protect me?"
The butler was stunned, the young man grabbed his shirt, and begged aggrievedly, "Can I call Lin Guan and ask him to accompany me... Dad said he wants to go to Uncle Zheng's house today, can you not go... I'm afraid..."
Hearing these words, the man who had been standing dejectedly at the side suddenly raised his eyes, fixed his eyes on the young man with an aggrieved and timid face, and said in an obscure voice, "Ah Qing, how old are you?"
Only then did the boy realize that the stranger was still there, and he shrank back into the butler's arms in fright, keeping his mouth shut and refusing to answer.
The butler also understood. He kindly patted the boy on the back and coaxed him softly, "Does the young master know how old he is? Can you tell the butler grandpa?"
Asked by the second trusted butler, the boy did not ignore this time, he whispered, "I am five years old..."
After answering, he continued to beg without giving up, "Grandpa housekeeper, let Lin Guan come to accompany me, okay..."
five years old...
He Qing was five years old, which was the year when the Zheng family passed away. His memory unexpectedly returned to this time.