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Immediately afterwards, the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the floor gradually sounded.
Ling Mohan entered the room.
In the room, a strong smell of Chinese medicine lingered in the air for a long time.
Ling Mohan frowned when he smelled the pungent smell of Chinese medicine.
"Well¡"
In the darkness, on the bed at the end of the room, a man made a painful sound.
As if he sensed someone entering the room, his volume gradually increased.
"Uhuh"
But, all that could be heard was this mute sound coming from the throat.
In this dark room, it looks like a ghost seeking life, which is particularly scary.
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Ling Mohan raised his hand and turned on the light in the room.
Everything in the room is instantly clear.
This is an extremely simple and spacious room.
The room is very large, which is very different from the luxurious French style of other rooms in the Ling family.
All the furniture is simple and elegant and made of pure solid wood, and there are several paintings of famous people hanging on the walls.
In the room, a large solid wood bookshelf was specially built, which is filled with various literary books.
On the desk behind the bookshelf, there is a piece of rice paper. On the rice paper, there is an unfinished word.
Judging from the overall decoration of the room, the owner of this room must be a literati who loves calligraphy and painting.
Ling Mohan's eyes gradually fell on the big bed.
There is a man lying on the bed. He has a rectangular face and somewhat three-dimensional facial features. He looks like he is in his forties or fifties, but his temples are already covered with silver threads.
When the man on the bed saw Ling Mohan, he stared at him fiercely and opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only say with difficulty: "Uh uh"
Ling Mohan gradually walked to the bed and sat down.
He stared at the man on the bed. This was his father, Ling Wenhua.
He has been seriously ill and paralyzed, unable to move his body.
The only parts of the body that can move are the eyes, mouth, and fingers.
But even though he could open his mouth with difficulty, he couldn't say a word at all.
Every time Ling Mohan went to see him, the man would look at him with a strange look.
He could see anger and hatred in his eyes.
Now, it¡¯s the same.
The man he called his father seemed to be very excited every time he saw him.
Ling Mohan looked at the man on the bed who kept staring at him and making "uh-uh" sounds in his mouth, and asked, "You seem to hate me?"
Ling Wenhua's chest was rising and falling, and he opened his mouth with difficulty: "Uh, uh"
Even though he couldn't speak, Ling Mohan already got the answer from his eyes.
His eyes turned cold and his pupils shrank: "Why, am I not your son?"
As soon as he said this, Ling Wenhua suddenly became excited.
Even though he couldn't move his whole body, Ling Mohan could still feel the bed shaking slightly.
Regarding his violent reaction, Ling Mohan's cold face showed confusion.
He couldn¡¯t remember anything about the past.
I don¡¯t even remember why my father hates me so much.
He looked at Ling Wenhua who struggled on the bed for a while and then suddenly stopped.
He stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, despair on his face.
"Don't worry, I have sent people to look for doctors everywhere, and you will be cured."
After listening to Ling Mohan's words, Ling Wenhua's eyes moved, and the look in Ling Mohan's eyes changed from anger to confusion, with a hint of expectation.
Ling Mohan could see in his eyes that he wanted to live, and he wanted to live well, not like the living dead he was now.
After saying that, Ling Mohan stood up, turned off the lights in the room, and strode out.
In the room, Ling Wenhua stared blankly at the ceiling, a tear overflowing from his vicissitudes of life.
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s city.
The sky is getting brighter.
At six or seven o'clock in the morning, the sun shines generously into this bustling city.
And a large group of reporters gathered in front of Mu's house early.
These reporters, armed with cameras, surrounded the entrance of Mu's house early in the morning.
The servants of the Mu family blocked the door and drove them away.
"youWhat are you reporters doing? This is a private place and you can't take random photos. You should leave immediately! "
The reporter, on the other hand, acted like a chicken-blooded driver who had forced his way into Mu's house.
Some reporters even wanted to get information about Mu Jingchen from the Mu family servants.
"Excuse me, is Mu Jingchen really dead? Why was he in that abandoned factory during the explosion?"
"I heard that Mu Jingchen has been dead for a month. Why do the Mu family still conceal the news of Mu Jingchen's death? Is this fair to the deceased?"
"Excuse me, what do the Mu family plan to do with the corpses in the autopsy center?"
The servant at the door of Mu¡¯s house was shocked by the microphones in the hands of these reporters.
Seeing them talking about their eldest young master like this, the servants felt disgusted.
"Who said our eldest young master is dead? You should leave quickly and stop talking nonsense here!"
The reporter was reluctant and asked: "Since the eldest son of the Mu family is not dead, why hasn't he shown up in S city for a month?
A month ago, the bodyguard of the eldest son of the Mu family was also present at the explosion in the abandoned factory. How do you explain this? "
There were nearly a hundred reporters in front of Mu¡¯s house.
Yesterday, the news broke on the Internet that Mu Jingchen had passed away. All the major newspapers wanted to get the first news, so they surrounded the Mu family.
Early this morning, reporters from major newspapers gathered at the door.
"If someone gets the first-hand information about Mu Jingchen, it will be a shocking revelation. The entire newspaper will become popular, and the traffic volume will be unpredictable.
So, they all can¡¯t wait to get a piece of the pie.
In the past, when Mu Jingchen was around, newspaper reporters did not dare to take pictures randomly due to his majesty.
Now that I heard that Mu Jingchen had passed away, all the newspapers in S City were dispatched.
There was a wave of people surrounding the door of Mu's house, and there was an even bigger wave, naturally at the autopsy center.
At this moment, in the Mu family hall.
Bai Liyue received a call from the autopsy center early in the morning.
The autopsy center was surrounded by hundreds of reporters and could not carry out its normal work. They asked Bai Liyue to take the body back quickly.
Bai Liyue came down from the second floor, with the phone still pressed to her ear. She replied, "I'm sorry for causing you any trouble. I will definitely pick up the body within today."
After she made repeated promises, the people at the autopsy center agreed to save her for the last day.
After hanging up the phone, Bai Liyue's eyebrows were filled with sadness.
If the body is brought back to the Mu family, the Mu family will bury him in the name of Mu Jingchen.
But, that was not Mu Jingchen.
Even if she doesn't care, the Mu family relatives will take the body back sooner or later.
When Mu Jingchen was there, he never let his relatives go through the back door and suppressed those relatives who wanted to get something for nothing and rise to the top. Those relatives of the Mu family had long criticized him.
Now she heard that Mu Yebai has let several relatives join the management of Mu Group these days. Many relatives and friends of the Mu family are grateful to Mu Yebai and obey his words.
Naturally, they would not let Mu Jingchen come back and cut off their financial opportunities.
Therefore, whether Mu Jingchen is really dead or fake, they all hope that he is already dead. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com