"Yes!" He Dadao family slapped his thigh again: "My lady, my Cong'er can't leave the casino to read Lao Shizi. It's the family business heirloom. Our family has only one seedlings for three generations. If the family business of our ancestors is destroyed, I, He Mengzi, have no shame to go underground to see my ancestors!"

Finally getting back to the topic, A Yuan cleared his throat and was about to take a long "theory of reading is useful". According to recent on-site conflicts, A Yuan's young lady's speech is remarkable, and she will be charged in success after repeated calls.

"Boss, listen to me-" As soon as A Yuan got up, the noise from the brick kiln factory came.

"Where is my father? Say it quickly!" It seemed like a boy was questioning, and the screams of crooked people as the horse hooves rush around...

"Cong'er is here? Why is Cong'er?" He Dada immediately stood up and ran out, and a shadow wrapped in cold wind pushed him back.

The angry boy broke in.

A Niu supported the boss and looked at it. He was obviously a martial arts master. When he saw his son, he was no different from ordinary people. He couldn't even let go and opened his hands to fear that his son would fall.

The ancients who passed down the three generations alone cannot afford to be hurt!

Mr. He Cong stared at his father in anger and yelled: "Who asked you to find this place? I just don't go to the casino anymore. It's boring! No matter who you ask me, you won't go!"

He didn't even shout "father" and was anxious to show his power. A Yuan's head was not enough. He was a father and son, right?

The momentum of He Dada's family completely disappeared. He bent down and comforted his son kindly: "Cong'er, you don't know what the situation is in our family. No one can tell when my father kicks his legs away. You are so fierce that you don't care about these casinos. If my father leaves, will the transaction be completely over? This is the property left by our ancestors of the He family. You can't be blind in the hands of our father and son!"

He Dada was still in his prime, so he used his life to force his children to be obedient. A Yuan was originally disgusted with He Cong. Now, he also despised the old one.

However, those sad words really worked. The young man He Cong's expression was not so arrogant. He pointed outside and said stutteringly: "Didn't you hired several doctors to live at home? Why is it so sure that he would have had a stroke like grandpa and the others this year? Besides, the old man didn't die on the spot in his lifetime, didn't he live for several years?"

"Boy! If you call your father such a way of living, your father would rather die if he had an attack on the spot! Is it easy to feel that half of your body is crooked? Can you continue to manage our casino?" He Dadao immediately became impulsive, pointed at his son with one hand and trembled, and stamped his foot below to cheer him up.

"What should I do? I hate casinos and I have to force women to dare to use a knife to cut themselves. Is it very powerful to open that casino? I won't go back if you say so. Just tell all the casinos to close! When I die, I will explain the apology to your ancestors for you!" The young man He Cong was also excited. He didn't know why A Yuan's move of the knife that night influenced him, and his attitude was so persistent that he wanted to abandon his ancestors' property.

"You-you-you-you-", He Dadang shook his body, "Gudong-" and fell backwards.

This happened so suddenly. A Yuan had just analyzed that the He family probably had a family genetic disease. Everyone died of stroke, and it seemed that they were still sick at the age of He Datong. Then he saw a figure who fell to the ground.

"Dad——", He Cong panicked, rushed up and hugged his father's head and shook: "Hurry, where is the doctor? Call in to treat my father! Dad, don't scare me if you have anything to do-"

The man and A Niu who were trembling on the ground also had no idea at this moment: "Young master, the doctor didn't follow him. The boss thought they were too slow to ride the carriage--"

He Cong suddenly felt a heavy slap in his head, and a crisp voice shouted: "Don't shake, do you want to kill your father?"

These ancient people are really fucking uneducated. A Yuan looked at He Dadang's facial features with confirmation. He could not see any tilts, but the corners of the mouth were drooling, and he said "giggled" like a big tongue. He couldn't hear what he was trying to say. His limbs were slid on the ground, and the left side was even twitching slightly.

A Yuan didn't understand medicine, but knew that this precursor was probably a stroke. When she was learning the acupoints of the human body, she had specially thought about this disease because an old aunt in orphanage who had a good relationship with her was semi-paralyzed in bed after the onset of the disease. The doctor said that after being over forty, she needed to pay special attention to the stroke. This was caused by insufficient blood supply to cerebrovascular diseases and motor nerve dysfunction. If the treatment was effective at that time, the consequences would not be so serious.

But now there is no doctor by my side, and the three stupid men are all the only two abilities of crying and calling. A Yuan didn't even bother to think about it, and then slapped He Cong in the head. If he just shook it like this, the life of He Dadao's boss would be thrown on his own acre of three-point land.

"Stand aside! Close your mouth! If your legs and feet can still be used, hurry up and ask the doctor!" A Yuan's second order was issued again.

Of course, if someone wants to listen to it, in this case, it is necessary to have a fierce look on your face, which is not enough. A Yuan used his hand to "swish" and pulled out a shiny embroidery needle from his front collar!

A Niu shivered for the first time. He still remembered the scene of this woman pulling her sword to cut her thighs clearly, but this time, who would she pull out a thin needle to stab?

The man was still awake, and opened the door and ran away with a shout, and there was a sound of chaos outside.

"Raise your father's upper body, yes, take your clothes and fold it on, loosen your father's clothes, tilt your head to the side, don't choke if you vomit." A Yuan was much calmer, waiting for He Cong and A Niu to do as they told him, take a deep breath, sit cross-legged on the ground, grab a finger of He Dadajia, and prick the embroidery needle in his hand without hesitation.

"Squeeze him out of blood!" A Yuanzha stared at the second finger and arranged for He Cong to take a ruthless move.

Why do you need to stab your own father with a needle? You have to bleed? He Dadang's family is now in a semi-coma state. After the second injection, there is no movement of a convulsion.

He Cong was actually really smart. From A Yuan's expression, he saw that she was not a joke or a jealous person. He opened his mouth and didn't ask why. He decisively followed A Yuan's words and followed A Yuan's speed. He squeezed out blood beads from every finger of his father.

The blood beads were almost dark black red, and they insisted on stirring together and refused to flow down.

He Dadang's ten thick radish-like fingers bloomed ten unopened buds.

The saliva at the corner of his mouth seemed to be less serious, and A Yuan clenched his sore fingers again. God knows, why is the flesh on He Dadao's hands so thick and hard to pierce?

A Yuan's embroidery needle fell again, pointing to He Dadang's earlobe. The place was much softer, like a piercing ears and eyes.

"Wow——". A turbid current splashed out, and A Yuan's arms were covered with vomit.

Unfortunately, I just put my head on the boss? He Cong had not had time to express his feelings. A Yuan's cold voice was arranged again: "Wipe and continue to squeeze out the bleeding!"

So, for the first time in his life, He Dadang had two ears and two earrings, made of bright rubies.

I know so much that I can only use for first aid for stroke. Next, I can only hope to find a doctor to deal with it.

Fortunately, He Dadang vomited for a while and his breathing gradually stabilized a lot.

A Yuan moved her butt back and leaned against the cold wall to breathe. She watched the boy carefully wipe the dirt on the corner of his father's mouth, and suddenly, his heart softened.

"He Cong, do you like reading a lot?"

The boy's body tightened and his father's movements became lighter. He did not look back at A Yuan, but gave an unexpected answer as if he had swear: "I will never study anymore, I will go back to the casino."

He Cong's voice, like the cold winter wind outside the house, had experienced the shock of separation from his relatives and death. The child found that his wishes were actually not that important. If his father could wake up and not get sick again, then he could go back to the casino and do something else, and he followed his father's arrangements.

A Yuan's throat choked and could no longer say anything to persuade him.

Sometimes, you can believe in fate, because no matter how stubborn you walk around it, you will eventually turn it in front of it.

Perhaps, He Cong's life path is destined to walk on the road of no return in the casino, and then continue to lead his children forward.

Or maybe there is always an opportunity, and He Cong will go back to the smooth road of studying that he has always longed for. Will He Dazhong no longer stop his son from choosing?

Let the problem be left to the unknown future to make a decision!

When He Dadang woke up, the doctor had not invited him yet. A Yuan observed that his facial features were not as big as a strange thing, so he dared to slowly lift him up and place him on the kang where the hired worker next door lived.

His lips were chapped, and He Cong wet and moistened it with a cloth towel, and the eyes of the boss suddenly turned red.

Now, he was just weak all over his body, but he knew in his heart that the fear he had just started to have had his power. The feeling of being out of control of his body was worse than death.

Seeing his beloved son standing by his side to serve, no longer stubbornly stubbornly stammering with him, but instead of having patience and concern that he had never had before, how could a father not feel sad and moved and feel extremely reluctant to give up a beautiful life?

The He family's generations seemed to have been cursed as if they had been cursed. It is rare to say that the males were rare. When they were forty-eight years old, the King of Hell came to urge him to die and all died of a stroke.

Even if one and a half of them survived for a few more years, the situation would be even more terrifying. Half of them were paralyzed and out of control, their hands and feet were shaking ridiculously and pitiful, their faces were crooked and their mouths, noses and eyes were crooked, and they didn't even dare to see people when they went out. It was even more terrifying than death.

The reason why He Dadao must have forced his son to take over the casino this year is because he was walking on the 48-year-old thin ice.

It’s like a guillotine hanging above the head, which may fall down and take your life anytime and anywhere. The feeling is that only He Dazhu can’t understand.

This is why when my son is studying very well and his husband praises him for his future, he also tried his best to persuade his son to continue reading. You must know that this book is contrary to the family business. The more you read, the further you are from the casino boss.

The original action was still very smooth. The whole family came on stage, and the black-faced and white-faced sang, which brought He Cong back to the casino. This kid had natural genetic genes. According to his father's requirements, he played the role of the young master of the casino, with a very qualified image, decisive and harsh attitude.

But suddenly I met A Yuan, shouting and scolding him, and he didn't play according to common sense. Before the young master could really show his power, she picked up the knife and traumatized herself. The situation was extremely tragic, and she suddenly left the young boy who had just stepped onto the "right path" of the casino and refused to continue any longer.

It was this woman who harmed their father and son! Now, he stood in front of He Dadang again with a stern face, and his words were as sharp as a knife: "If you want to live and see your son carry forward the casino, don't think about it, close your eyes and wait steadily for the doctor to come. Maybe you can escape this disaster and live a healthy life for decades."

This stinky woman! He Dadao almost completely forgot the scene where he had a good conversation just now. His son He Cong also came up and whispered: "Dad, don't worry, my sister of the Bai family gave you an injection. I think it's better than grandpa's illness at that time. Dad's face is not crooked at all! Sister asked you to close your eyes and rest for a while, just listen to her!"

This silly boy is still thinking that A Yuan is Bai Chengyao’s real sister!

It seems that only blood relatives can save their brothers in such a way that they are willing to sacrifice their lives. My sister-in-law is a person from two surnames. It is impossible to have a knife on both sides of the ribs. No, she has a knife on both legs!

A Yuan was too lazy to explain, so he walked out of the house with his hands. The big man and Master Jia came together, with a warm smile on his face.

"Owner, there is really a installed car in the shopkeeper Bai Er. After reporting to you, I will find someone smart to learn how to ride it. After learning it, I will ride it back and take it away." Master Jia received the reward of Bai Lao Er's one tael of silver, and his smile was even more joyful. He was respected in the brick kiln. His silver is not young and young. He was a little surprised from time to time. He would never feel bored if he lived there for a lifetime!

No one got the chance to learn the car last time. It was always my turn this time, right? A few of them who had become alive after hearing about the safety of the boss and became alive again, and immediately started to turn their minds.

Before the big man could make a comeback, he shouted loudly: "The master, I bought a tricycle, who will be sent to learn to ride it first?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, and your support are my greatest motivation.)

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