Seeing Han Mo looking at the door and a smile disappeared on his face, He Zheng knew that Ji Cheng was standing outside the door.

He took the doctor and the chastisement out of the room, pointed his chin in, let Ji Cheng go in, and told him, "I have something to say."

Ji Cheng nodded and walked into He Zheng's room, his eyes always on Han Mo.

He Zheng closed the door and stood outside.

"Damn, why are you closing the door? What if they fight?" ωωw..net

Fan Zhuo said to He Zheng, but after he finished speaking, he would open the door, but was stopped by He Zheng.

"I didn't joke with you, get out of the way."

Fan Zhu was so angry that he wanted to push He Zheng away, but He Zheng picked him up and kissed him, looking like he was not worried about taking a look first.

Fan Zhu was stunned at first, and immediately smiled with a proud look on his face after he was stunned. He raised his eyebrows and asked He Zheng, "So, is your wife fragrant or your friend fragrant?"

The corners of He Zheng's mouth unconsciously curled up, and Fan Zhuo clearly wanted to compete with Han Mo.

"What are you laughing at? You fucking say!"

Fan Zhuo angrily raised the collar of He Zheng and asked loudly.

He Zheng did not answer, but looked up and blocked the mouth of Fan Zhuo and told Fan Zhuo with his actions that he was more important than anyone else.

Fan Zhuo was not stupid either. He hugged He Zheng's neck and lowered his head and kissed him happily.

"When I, the old man, isn't it?"

The doctor standing beside him cursed and said, "He Zheng and Fan Zhuo were cursing." He was just aware of his eyes and he quickly left."

The doctor who returned to the small villa happened to see the butler going downstairs and frowned and asked him, "Where did you go in the middle of the night?"

He should be very familiar with the butler when he hears his tone, otherwise he wouldn't be so rude.

The butler's face was not very good, his eyes were red, and his voice was a little hoarse, "I'll go and see if Young Master He Zheng needs help."

"Are they children? They won't die without you. Go back to sleep quickly, your eyes are swollen."

The doctor rushed the housekeeper back upstairs, muttering unhappily, "That damn old man left by himself, and he left this broken family for you to take care of. The more I think about it, the more annoyed you."

The butler who was driven back to the stairs couldn't help but cry when he heard this, and he wiped it upstairs.

"Okay, OK, really, I'm crying again, why are you crying? What's the old man who has anything to cry about?"

The doctor heard that he was scolding the housekeeper, but in fact he was worried that he would always cry when he was old.

Like the butler, he worked in the He family decades ago, and was an old man who had been in the He family for a long time.

When he sent the butler to the room, he saw that there was only one bed and a single sofa inside, and the doctor immediately frowned and asked the butler, "Didn't that old man give you a lot of jewelry? Are you so poor that you have such a virtue?"

"That is the property left by the master to Young Master He Zheng."

The housekeeper walked to the bed and sat down, picked up the photo of Mr. He on the nightstand and wiped it carefully with his sleeves, and then carefully put it back and placed it.

"Oh my high blood pressure! It's really rushing to the forehead."

The doctor stroked his head and shouted, so angry that he wanted to beat the butler.

Who doesn’t know that the master’s jewelry is for you, and why He Zheng’s property is really angered me.

That damn old man is too. Why didn’t he explain it clearly?

"It's worrying if you die, you've been in trouble for eight lifetimes."

The doctor became more and more excited as he scolded. He wanted to continue preaching to the butler, but when he saw the butler staring at Mr. He's photo, tears kept falling. He couldn't bear it and swallowed the words to his mouth back into his stomach.

"It really doesn't work, I'll give you some sleeping pills."

The doctor looked uncomfortable and spoke up. He knew that this was wrong and violated professional ethics, but he couldn't say anything about the butler's pain.

The housekeeper reached out to touch Master He's photo, and his voice seemed heavy, "I have to wait for the second lady's child to return to He's house. I promised the master to see them all return to He's house before he could leave with confidence."

The doctor did not say anything when he heard this, but felt heartbroken without words.

Why do you wait for his children and grandson to come back? He is afraid that he will not be able to survive without you and do stupid things, so he said that, and you are still stupid and serious.

The doctor's eyes burst into tears, and he sucked his nose and looked at the side quickly.

"I'm fine."

The butler who heard the sound smiled and looked up at the doctor at the door and said, "Although his face was not very good, he was full of gentleness."

"You are always so kind and capable. If He Zheng and the others had not come back, you would have been suppressed by He Shengying's father and son."

"It's all the fault of that damn old man. He always protects you too much, so that you still don't know the dangers of the world." The doctor began to criticize Mr. He again.

When Mr. He heard that he had overprotected his housekeeper, he felt a little warm in his heart, and he smiled and said to the doctor, "I am not as kind as you think. I have added chronic medicine to He Shengying and the others. They shouldn't live long."

The doctor with a sore nose was completely confused and looked at the butler with no reaction.

The butler took his eyes back from the doctor, and the smile on his face no longer existed. He gently stroked Master He's photo, "The master suddenly fell ill and He Shengying returned to the He family. This matter cannot be separated from them. If it is a man-killing, it will be considered as the retribution for their coveting of the children's property."

The doctor who had been listening to it had not recovered for a long time, and it seemed as if he had seen Mr. He's shadow from the butler. He was protecting this home in the way Mr. He was doing.

"As long as I'm still alive, no one can steal his stuff."

The butler's voice was still gentle, and the eyes looked at Mr. He's photos, but the doctor felt heavy. The butler shouldn't have lived like this, nor should he have something to do with Mr. He. He should live an ordinary life, simply marry and have children and live a safe life.

How could you bear to leave him alone here and die?

The doctor left the butler's room with tears and brought it to the door with ease.

The butler, who knew that the doctor had left, lay silently, hugged the photo of Mr. He, who was the size of a palm, closed his eyes.

You can see the master when you fall asleep.
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