Sitting next to him was a very handsome old man with a look of concern and distress on his face.
"Is Xiao Ali still feeling uncomfortable?"
The girl shook her head slightly, as if her throat was so hoarse that she couldn't speak.
The handsome old man touched her forehead and asked, "Little Ali, how did you fall into the water? Was you bullied?"
"I fell down accidentally..." The originally clear and pleasant voice became terribly hoarse.
The handsome old man frowned and said nothing. He instructed the doctor and nurse beside him: "Take good care of the young lady."
"yes."
The handsome old man walked out and left the room. His gentle and kind face immediately turned gloomy. It had to be said that they were father and son, with similar eyebrows and eyes, and the same gloomy and cruel aura.
"Go and check why the young lady fell into the water." He coldly ordered the security captain walking at the door.
"yes."
"Uncle Huo..." At this time, a soft and weak female voice sounded from behind.
The handsome old man turned his head and saw a girl in a white dress. She had a thin frame and a white and clean face that looked pitiful.
He didn't like this kind of girl, but she was his beloved daughter and his best friend, so he gave her a polite smile and said, "It's Rongrong. Little Ali is sick now and needs to rest. When she recovers, you can come and play with her again."
The young version of Hua Rongrong bit her lip, raised her little face and looked at the handsome old man with admiration in her eyes. If it were someone else, they would have been filled with pity and love when she looked at them like this, but the old man didn't even raise an eyebrow.
"I'm not here to look for Xiao Li... Uncle Huo, I saw who caused Xiao Li to fall into the water."
The old man's brows turned cold. Seeing Hua Rongrong frightened for a moment, he immediately smiled warmly, "Who is it?"
"Yes..." Hua Rongrong looked around and stammered.
"Say it, he won't know it was you who said it."
"It's Brother Yuan." Hua Rongrong mustered up the courage to say the name, looked up timidly, and saw Uncle Huo's gloomy face as she wished.
"Brother Yuan was bullying Xiao Li, chasing her and trying to hit her. Then, Xiao Li was scared and fell into the water. Brother Yuan slipped and fell too. I was so scared. Although I can't swim, if someone hadn't jumped in to save Xiao Li, I would have jumped in to save her too..."
"You're a good kid." The old man reached out and touched her head, smiling. "Don't tell anyone about this. I bought you some snacks."
Hua Rongrong's face flushed. She excitedly took the thick stack of banknotes handed over by the old man and refused, "No..."
"Take it."
After sending Hua Rongrong away, the old man turned around, took out a handkerchief to wipe his palms, and walked towards the room at the end of the second floor with a cold face.
In the dream, Song Li seemed to have opened up the perspective of God, and his eyes followed him as he walked towards the room.
Compared to the room that was as warm as spring and had a group of doctors and nurses surrounding her to take good care of her, this large and magnificent room was cold and deserted and too quiet.
The window was half open and the cold wind blew in.
The young man on the bed was coughing heart-wrenchingly, his face was sickly pale, and his hair was messy, like a fragile beauty who would break at the slightest touch.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up, and the two very similar faces met each other's gazes, both revealing disgust and hatred.
The old man held a whip in his hand. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and lashed the boy with the whip mercilessly.
The young man, who was wearing thin clothes, had bloodstains all over his body.
He did not dodge, nor did he scream, but let the whips hit him and made him stagger. As if he was not the one being beaten, he just looked at the other party coldly.
don't want……
Song Li was extremely panicked and subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop it, but an invisible force blocked her and she tried to wave her hands in vain.
Stop fighting...
Huo Siyuan, aren't you very powerful? Why don't you just stand there and let them get beaten?
Song Li wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and no sound came out.
He wanted to move forward, but his body was restrained by an invisible force and he couldn't move.
She felt inexplicably uncomfortable in her heart, and a sense of inexplicable sadness surged up.
Huo Siyuan...
The boy's delicate and pretty face was completely pale, and he was gasping for breath, as if he would faint at any moment.
He covered his mouth and choked out a mouthful of blood, which smeared brightly on his pale lips and stained his clothes. But he seemed to feel no pain, as if the whipping was an illusion.
Finally, the old man tired of beating her and put down the whip. His cold and disgusted eyes pierced her coldly, "Are you so intolerant? Why did little Ali bother you that you treated her like this? You've made her health unhealthy since she was young. You almost took her life!"
The young man's calm expression finally showed some movement, and his voice was as hoarse and unpleasant as a broken bellows, "Is she okay? I want to see her..." He struggled to climb down.
"You still have the nerve to ask! Stay away from her in the future!" The old man threw down the whip, said coldly and left.
The biting cold wind that squeezed in through the window blew up the curtains, making them snap and making me feel very cold when it blew on my body.
The boy's fingers were shaking so badly that he could barely stand on the floor.
My head felt dizzy and my whole body was burning hot. With wounds all over my body, every step I took felt like cutting flesh.
His legs went weak and he fell down. He stared at the door and tried to crawl over.
Song Li was so anxious that tears were about to fall.
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