Chapter 33 Shang Youqing, tell me, why did Momo lose his feathers?
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He Cong's face was stern as he corrected his young son's nonsense, "He won't die."
He Zhimo leaned back on his father's shoulder with sadness and weakness, rubbing his wet eyes, "I miss Shang Youqing so much, Dad, I want to call Shang Youqing..."
He Cong paused and just took the phone, but the little guy quickly fell asleep again. Moreover, the high fever that had just subsided came back again, and it was even hotter than when he came back.
When Dr. Lin rushed over, the little guy was still lying in He Cong's arms, crying and shouting for his dad to hold him, and crying and shouting for his mom, in short, he refused to cooperate and lie down on the bed.
In the end, he had no choice but to be held by He Cong and given a fever-reducing injection.
Doctor Lin was still talking about the strange situation in the test report, while He Cong lowered his head and stared at the feather that had fallen from the cub again. His fingertips covered the thin and soft feather, and his mind suddenly became clear at this moment.
What if... He Zhimo's feather loss is a hereditary symptom?
Every time he woke up from bed holding Fuying, there were always feathers falling on the bed.
What did Fuying say at that time? She said it was because she had a hobby of collecting beautiful feathers.
But the facts before us now are so clear and obvious. Since feathers fall from He Zhimo's body, the feathers back then could only have fallen from Fuying himself.
In other words…
Fuying is most likely not an ordinary human being.
So...so is it possible that the fire that ordinary humans are afraid of cannot do anything to Fuying?
"Shang Youqing...Mom..."
He Cong's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he lowered his eyes to see the little cub in his arms, who was unconscious from the burning sensation, weakly grasping the Buddha amulet around his neck, mumbling and calling out in confusion...
The cold depths of He Cong's eyes seemed to crack open the ice that had been sealed for years.
Their figures had similar temperaments, and even the touch of holding hands was very similar. His sleepwalking, which hadn't recurred in nearly a year, happened to flare up that night after being alone with Shang Youqing in the wilderness...
Are there really so many coincidences happening to the same person in this world?
What's more, Shang Youqing even has the ability to communicate with animals, which further confirms that if Shang Youqing is Fuying, he is not an ordinary human being.
He Cong tried his best to suppress the dark storm that was rapidly rising in his eyes. He suddenly spoke, interrupting Doctor Lin: "Doctor Lin, please send me a copy of Mo Mo's examination report."
Doctor Lin was stunned. Although he didn't know what Mr. He was going to do, he felt that Mr. He's aura had become noticeably colder and more oppressive. He didn't dare to ask any more questions. He immediately responded and sent Young Master He's examination report over.
He Cong asked Dr. Lin and the others to leave first. He held the baby who was still having a high fever in one hand, stood up from the bed, patted the baby gently to comfort him, walked to the window, and stared at the Metasequoia forest on the other side of the lake with deep brows for a long time.
Finally, the sharp, thin, and cold lips moved flatly.
He picked up his phone, clicked on Shang Youqing's number and dialed it.
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Outside the Lotus Kindergarten in Ning City.
As the time for the children to go out of school approaches, parents gradually arrive at the kindergarten gate to pick up their children.
Just across the road from the kindergarten, there was a relatively low-key gray-black business car parked.
Inside the car, the man sitting in the front seat lowered the brim of his hat and saw that his watch finally showed that it was time to go home from school.
He lowered the car window slightly, and then saw the most conspicuous child in the crowd, a cute little baby as pink as a porcelain doll, wearing a neat blue and white uniform, following the teacher's line towards the door.
"Boss, shall we do it?"
He was asking the man in the back seat, whose figure was shrouded in the shadow of the back seat. After a few seconds, he looked away with regret, shook his head gently and said, "She can't move. There's a red rope around her neck protecting her."
After saying that, the man lazily closed his eyes and said, "Let's go."
However, just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the car window in front of him from outside.
The man lowered the car window and looked at Shang Youqing, who had appeared outside the car door at some point and was staring at him coldly. He raised his eyebrows slightly and greeted her, "Junior Sister, long time no see."
Shang Youqing spoke calmly, but his usually calm and composed eyes now held a faint, piercing golden glow. "You'd better give me a legitimate reason for being here."
"I came back to visit my junior sister and my niece Youyou. Is this a reasonable reason?"
"Mu Jiuhan, you have been expelled from the sect a long time ago, so stop trying to get involved with me."
Mu Jiuhan, whose identity was exposed, was not in a hurry. He put his hands on the armrest of the seat and looked at her with a sudden smile: "Looking at the look on Junior Sister's face, could it be that you have remembered something?"
Shang Youqing narrowed his eyes: "So, the reason why I forgot those things has something to do with you?"
"I didn't say that."
"Then why did you rush back from North America? Were you afraid that I would remember something? Or were you afraid that I would discover something?"
Mu Jiuhan's smile deepened. "To be honest, Junior Sister, I'm not worried at all about you remembering it. On the contrary, I'm looking forward to you recovering that memory. Once you remember it, you'll be just like you were back then, wishing you could get away from that human father and son immediately."
After Mu Jiuhan finished speaking, he closed the car window and the car drove away from Shang Youqing in a cloud of dust.
Shang Youqing stood there, staring at the departing car, his brows and eyes still cold.
And just then, the cell phone rang.
Shang Youqing swiped down and answered the call, "Hello, who is this?"
There was a moment of silence on the line, and then a familiar, restrained and calm voice came in, "It's me."
Shang Youqing's fingers holding the phone moved slightly. For some reason, when she heard He Cong's voice again, a vague and sour feeling spread in her chest, and her originally cold expression eased a little.
She didn't call him "Mr. He" as she usually did. She just lowered her eyes to stare at the plain ring on her left ring finger and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Shang Youqing," He Cong called her name in a deep, powerful voice, telling her, "He Zhimo has a high fever."
Shang Youqing gently grasped the plain ring with the tip of his thumb and heard himself say, "Shouldn't I go see a doctor if I have a fever?"
There was silence on the other end of the line for a while. Then, Shang Youqing heard his phone vibrate. He Cong said on the phone, "Open it and take a look at the inspection report I just sent you."
Shang Youqing pressed the speaker button and opened a medical examination report sent by He Cong with He Zhimo's name on it.
As she lowered her eyes to look at the examination report, He Cong continued to speak, his tone calm.
"Momo has been losing feathers frequently these past few days."
On the other end of the phone, He Cong held the burning little cub in one hand, his eyes dreary as he stared at the Metasequoia forest outside the window. He asked her in a cold and calm voice, "Shang Youqing, why don't you tell me in person why Momo is losing his feathers?"
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