Ye Xingbei looked down on him more and more: "A man is thinking about how to exclude his own sister, showing off his power in front of his own sister, picking his bones in the eggs, turning a blind eye to his own brother's pain and being indifferent. You are not only narrow-minded, despicable, but also selfish, cold-hearted, ruthless, cold-blooded! Useless!"

Yuan Ce's face turned pale when Ye Xingbei scolded him.

He trembled and said, "You are talking nonsense, I don't, I don't! I..."

"He didn't say nonsense," Yuan Zhong, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke and interrupted him: "Su Su's massage method is indeed effective, I'm much better."

Yuan Ce was dumbfounded and couldn't even say a word.

"Really?" Yuan's mother, who knew that her second son was sick again and felt so distressed, was so surprised that she looked down at Yuan Zhong: "It's really much better?"

Yuan Zhong nodded and smiled gently, "Really, the headache just now seemed to be about to crack. Although it still hurts after being massaged by Su Su, the pain is not so sharp."

"That's good, that's good..." Yuan's mother looked at her second son's thin face and her eyes were red with heartache.

Her second son once won glory for the country and won many gold medals in major international competitions, which is the pride of their entire family.

But a car accident made her second son, who was originally glorious and highly anticipated, become a disabled person who was not good at doing things.

Looking at her originally cheerful and sunny son, becoming taciturn day by day, she felt very distressed.

In addition, her second son is often tortured by headaches.

Their family hired many famous doctors, and no matter whether it was a headache or her second son's legs, they were cured.

Seeing her second son sitting in a wheelchair, she wished she could replace him.

If it could be exchanged, she would rather have been the one who had lost one leg in the car accident that day.

When she saw her son having a headache, she had no choice but to cry and feel distressed.

Now, seeing that her son with a headache had actually relieved the headache because of Cheng Fengsu's massage, she felt a little hope in her heart, looking at Cheng Fengsu with hope, "Susu, can your massage technique cure your brother's headache?"

"It cannot be cured, but it can be alleviated," said Cheng Fengsu: "Press it for a period of time every day. If the symptoms are correct, it can prevent the attack."

"Can you teach your massage techniques to your mother?" Yuan Mother asked eagerly: "Mom wants to learn it, and I will give your second brother a press every day."

"No need for mom," Yuan Zhong held Yuan's mother's hand, "You are an elder. I am already ashamed of not being filial to you. How can you massage me?"

Yuan's mother looked at him with red eyes: "You are fine, don't get sick, don't make me feel sorry for seeing you, you are filial to me."

"Mom..." Yuan Zhong looked at Yuan's mother, his eyes were hot.

Although his mother is sometimes a little confused and her ears are too soft and she is prone to make mistakes, she is indeed a motherly heart for him.

In the past, he was a famous pride in heaven. Many people surrounded him, respected him, praised him, and pleased him.

But after he became a useless person, fewer and fewer people were willing to deal with him.

Nowadays, the only ones who are willing to spend time and spend time on him are the only children who have grown up together, as well as his parents and elder brother.
Chapter completed!