Chapter 455 Do You Think of Love?
Yunming stumbled towards them and leaned closely against them in his parents' arms.
The scene changes and Yunming, who is in the first grade of elementary school, just came back from school.
He was eager to share the interesting things he encountered at school with his parents, but he saw his parents surrounding his younger brother, and the love that belonged to him was taken away.
He wanted to hug his younger brother and accidentally dropped him. His younger brother started crying loudly, and his parents rushed over and beat him without asking any questions.
He endured it stubbornly, it was his fault and he deserved the punishment.
As my younger brother grows up, I pay less and less attention to him.
He thought that as long as he was obedient and sensible enough, his parents would still see him.
At the birthday party, his parents will say birthday wishes to him, eat birthday cake with him, and give him birthday gifts.
But what he wants most is to be held in his father's arms while he helps him with his homework, and to be held in his mother's arms while she tells him stories while she lies in bed.
Their preference for their younger brother once belonged to him.
"Why, why..."
He asked unwillingly, over and over again.
He was so paranoid that he didn't realize that his brother was just experiencing everything he had experienced.
He misinterpreted his parents' kindness to him as being good to his younger brother and then compensating him.
Year after year, he became more and more resentful, and his closest family members became his enemies.
After waking up, Yunming felt a splitting headache.
It is said that when people are under stress, they will dream about their childhood. He hasn't dreamed of his parents when they were young for a long time.
He was a little dazed. In his dream, he felt the love of his parents.
Immediately, he sneered.
All the love belongs to the younger brother, how can he get the love of his parents?
Fang Yu had finished washing up and was putting on makeup in front of the makeup mirror. "I'm going to see Mom later. Do you want to go?"
"No, I'm going to the company."
Yunming went into the bathroom to wash up, and Fang Yu got the expected answer.
The phone was shaking, and she picked it up like a thief.
Bai Yu: [Baby, when can you transfer money to me?]
Fang Yu frowned. She had just given him 20,000 yuan a few days ago, and now he was asking her for money again. Did he treat her as an ATM?
She was about to reply when she heard footsteps behind her. Her hand trembled and she deleted the chat box.
"Who are you chatting with?"
Yun Ming stood behind her coldly, his tone indifferent.
Her heart skipped a beat. "No, I just checked the temperature so I can match my clothes later."
She smiled and turned around, giving him a reproachful look. "There are only a few contacts in my phone. Don't you know them all?"
Yunming didn't see anything and said it on purpose.
He said nothing and went into the cloakroom.
Fang Yu patted his chest. It was really scary. It was like a ghost, without any footsteps.
Yunming packed up and went downstairs, where the servant brought him breakfast.
He glanced at his phone and saw a bowl of porridge in front of him. He picked up the spoon and put it in his mouth before he realized something was wrong.
He put down his spoon and asked sharply, "Who made the porridge?"
The servant came up tremblingly, "It was made by the Third Miss. She said you like it, so she made it specially for you."
Yunming didn't know how many years it had been since he had eaten century egg and lean meat porridge. When he tasted the familiar flavor, the figure of his mother appeared in front of him, holding a spoon and a bowl, chasing him to eat.
He was very naughty when he was a child. Although he liked to eat century egg and lean meat porridge very much, he just refused to eat properly and insisted that someone chase him to feed him.
Every time, my mother would sweat profusely before she could finish a bowl of rice.
He likes to eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge. The preserved eggs are made by his grandmother and the porridge is cooked by his mother.
He eats a bowl every day and feels very happy.
My younger brother doesn’t like century eggs, so this bowl of porridge is a memory that belongs only to him.
After my father died, my mother would occasionally make porridge for him, but he refused to eat it, not even a single bite.
He felt that the taste of the century egg and lean meat porridge had changed, as if his mother no longer loved him.
He lowered his eyes. "Go down."
A familiar taste spreads across the tip of the tongue, gradually overlapping with the taste in memory.
He ate the bowl of porridge carefully, spoonful by spoonful.
Yun Lanyue stood at the railing on the second floor, watched him finish his porridge, and go out to work with his briefcase.
Uncle, does this bowl of porridge remind you of grandma’s love for you?
You say you hate grandma, but is she really worthy of your hatred?
Yun Yuan came up after eating a full meal. The porridge cooked by her sister was especially delicious. She couldn't help but drink two bowls.
"Yuan'er, let's go to the hospital to see grandma."
Outside the intensive care unit, there was a person sitting who surprised Yun Lanyue. It was Yun Shen.
I don’t know when he came or how long he sat here.
When he saw them coming, he said nothing and was completely lost in thought.
"Yun Shen, it's dawn, you should go to work."
Yun Lanyue directly told them to drive him away, saying that if they wanted to successfully enter the Yun Group, they couldn't slack off.
She was still waiting for Yun Shen to enter the group and start disintegrating it from within.
"I've asked for leave to see my grandma transferred to the general ward."
Yun Lanyue sat down next to him and said, "I never thought that besides me, there is someone like you in the Yun family who truly cares about grandma."
When he was a child, he was bullied by Yun Mu and Yun Xinran. Unexpectedly, Yun Shen, the little bully, bullied less.
He was so stupid that she didn't even bother to argue with him.
The person who looks the dumbest is actually the most sincere person.
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