Uncle Shi did not dare to leave Yan Songyuan and sat with him.

Yan Songyuan was in a daze and could not recover from the situation for a long time.

He sat on the sofa, his hands trembling, and murmured to himself: "It would be great if Ah Feng was still here... Ah Feng would never talk back to me. We, father and son, could sit together and chat for a long time, and we would have endless things to say. Ah Feng would never talk back to me."

Feng has a good character, humble, gentle, and polite. Why is God so unfair... This traitor was sent by God to punish me. From the day he was born, my life has never been peaceful... What on earth was I created?

What a sin..."

"Chairman, don't be angry with the second young master. He may be under a lot of pressure at work recently, and his complexion doesn't look very good."

"A Feng died miserably. Not only did he not show any mercy, he even bullied Lin Zhi and their orphans and widowers! Do you know what he said? He said he would take revenge on Zhou Zhou and drag Zhou Zhou into the abyss little by little.

, irreversible."

Uncle Shi was shocked.

Did they underestimate Yan Jia? Or is this the true nature of Yan Jia?

"I didn't even get to see Ah Feng for the last time... I didn't even see him..." Yan Songyuan thought of what happened a few months ago again and burst into tears, "This traitor is really not as good as one of Ah Feng's fingers."

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Uncle Shi was silent. He always felt that the chairman was also at fault. He always liked to compare the second young master with the eldest young master.

Every child is a different individual. They have their own differences in personality and behavior. No one is perfect, but there is no unforgivable child. There is a fine line between good and evil, but it is obvious that the chairman prefers

Young Master.

But the chairman is also a pitiful man. His wife left him when he was young, and now he has lost his eldest son, and the second young master barely recognizes him as his father.

Uncle Shi felt the same way, so he could only stay with Yan Songyuan, for fear that he would grieve too much.

Yan Songyuan grieved alone for a long time, sitting in the living room with silent eyes.

Uncle Shi also sat with him. He knew that Yan Songyuan had no way to go to the hospital for medical treatment, let alone step out of his old house.

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Yan Jia was weak when he returned to Jiangshan Garden. When he got off the bus, he felt dizzy and almost lost his balance.

Chen Kang supported him, and the doctor immediately put him on an intravenous drip.

Yan Jia was lying on the bed, unable to sleep at night, panting all night, and one after another appeared in front of his eyes, all of which happened more than ten years ago.

Near dawn, he coughed up blood again. He laughed to himself and did not call the doctor. He just looked at the blood stains on the tissue silently.

The romantic young man who lived in New York, who was a man of sex and debauchery, probably never thought that one day he would lie in bed like a dying old man, coughing up blood, helpless and helpless.

It had only been a few hundred days since he left New York, but he seemed to have aged by more than ten years.

He doesn't want to admit that this is him, but what's the use if he doesn't admit it.

Now Yan Jia is incompetent, cowardly, mediocre, and has no one to accompany him. He is lonely and helpless, like a rootless duckweed, scattered without a trace.

He lay there for ten days.

Yan Jia was really exhausted this time. After he returned to Jiangshanyuan from the hospital, he either coughed up blood or had a fever. Chen Kang was at a loss, but Yan Jia still didn't want to go to the hospital.

Half a month later, Yan Jia's health gradually improved and he could take a walk in the courtyard of Jiangshan Garden every morning.
Chapter completed!