After my divorce, I opened a gourmet restaurant

Chen smiled and put the jade bracelet back on his wrist.

"Oh, Erniang is joking with you, you won't take it seriously, right?" Chen's

words were yin and yang, Han Yan, as a bystander, wanted to hit her when she heard it, this woman was too much.

"Are you kidding?" Chen Dingtian frowned.

"Erniang, my aunt is dying, are you kidding me?"

After playing Chen Dingtian, Chen stopped pretending.

"You street boy, do you know how much my jade bracelet is worth, even if your mother's vixen dies of illness, don't want to get a penny from our family, hurry up, or I'll let someone break your arm." "

Bite your mother, you have enough food and no!" Chen

Dingtian was furious, picked up his fist three steps and did two steps and rushed to the eaves, about to kill Chen, a vicious woman.

"If you don't borrow money, you won't borrow, it's disgusting to take my mother.

He threw a punch, Chen's pupils shrank, and he shouted in horror:

"Help, this wild bastard is beating people!"

He clutched his chest and looked up to see that it was his father Chen Zirong.

"Bastard, you dare to beat your elders, are you tired of being crooked!"

Chen Zirong had a calm face, he didn't spare his hand for the punch just now, and he really hit it, Chen Dingtian's internal organs turned over the river and the sea, as if he was misplaced.

Chen Dingtian coughed violently twice, and a trace of sweetness came out of his throat.

He didn't expect his father to kill him.

But even now, he has the last glimmer of hope for this father who does not want to see him.

"Abba, my mother is seriously ill, she has a fever for a long time, and the family's money has been used to buy medicine, but her condition has not improved, Abba, please save her, I will pay you back the money I borrowed later."

"What do you take!"

Chen Zirong looked inward, and the whole person stood condescendingly looking at Chen Dingtian, his eyes were full of disgust and despair, and there was a little bit of a father's appearance.

Chen Dingtian was completely desperate at the moment, looking at the family of three under the eaves, his heart was full of anger and unwillingness!

He turned around and left, A-Niang still had a high fever, and he didn't have time to spend it here.

"Stop!" Chen Zirong roared, "Your mother is really a country shrew, she doesn't teach you any etiquette, she scares my wife, she wants to leave without apologizing, it's not so easy!"

Chen Zirong's words pierced Chen Dingtian's heart like a needle, and the evil anger in his chest surged, and he looked back at the man who gave him life and roared angrily.

"You are not qualified! You are not qualified to say that my mother! Even if you Chen Zirong is a famous martial artist in Guangcheng, even if your apprentices are all over the world, in my eyes you are a bastard villain who abandoned his wife and children, if you hadn't deceived my mother in Xiangjiang back then, how could she have lived a hard life for nearly 20 years.

"You despicable villain, although A-Niang didn't tell me about the things back then, but I can guess a thing or two, she was also a young lady from a big family, if she hadn't met you, she would definitely have no worries about food and clothing now, how could she become sick from hard work and be killed by the wind and cold fever!"

"It's a shame for me that I've been wearing your surname for the past 16 years! I don't deserve to be a father if I am born without raising you, from today onwards, I will change my mother's surname, and it has nothing to do with

you Chen Zirong!" Chen Zirong's forehead was bruised, and his face was gloomy, "Rude thing, how can I have a son like you, even if your life is given by me, I will take it back today, so as to save ruining my reputation in the future!"

Han Dingtian's pupils shrank, he turned his head and ran, Chen Zirong didn't leave his hand when he punched him just now, and now when he says this, most of them are really murderous.

He is by no means Chen Zirong's opponent.

"The king let the minister die and the minister will not die and be disloyal, the father will let the son die and the son will not die and be unfilial, your life is all given by me, now that the father wants to take back your life, how dare you run away!" After

saying that, Chen Zirong was about to catch up, but Chen quickly pulled him back, "What are you doing, you still need to kill such a street boy?" Not to mention that now that the rain is heavy, send a few people to catch him back!" Chen Zirong

nodded, looked at Han Dingtian's back and did not speak.

The rain was heavy, and the two subordinates of the Chen family fought with Han Dingtian on the streets.

One of Han Dingtian's arms was broken, and the two subordinates fell in the rain forever.

"Damn, hit the street, dare to touch me with this little ability! Damn it!" Han

Dingtian staggered back home, and when he walked into the compound, he found that the door of his house was open.

Ah Niang had a high fever, her whole body couldn't lift her strength, she couldn't go out on a rainy day, Han Dingtian suddenly felt bad in his heart, a bad premonition was born, there must be someone

in the house! He was inexplicably afraid in his heart, more afraid than when facing Chen Zirong's death threat!

Picked up the wooden stick placed at the door, walked in in a low voice, and sure enough, he saw the back of a man, standing at the door.

I'm afraid it was someone sent by Chen Zirong, Han Dingtian hit him with a stick, and the man caught the stick as if he had eyes on the back of his head, and pulled it over.

"Boy, your breath is unsteady and you walk fluttering, I found you when I entered the gate, I want to sneak attack from behind, let's practice for a few more years!"

"Who are you?" "

My surname is Zhang, my name is Zhang Fuzhi, I am from the Northeast, you can call me Uncle Zhang." Zhang

Fuzhi looks like he is in his thirties, wearing a suit, which gives people a very different feeling.

"Don't talk too much, your mother is dying, go in and accompany her

!" "What!"

Zhang Fuzhi ignored Han Dingtian's consternation, walked to the bottom of the eaves, took out a cigarette from the pocket of his suit underwear, lit it, and looked at the majestic rain and didn't know what he was thinking.

The outsider Han Yan followed behind his grandfather in a complicated mood.

Seeing the thin and unsightly Han Shuyun, there was a wild daisy next to her, she was having a hard time breathing, and it looked like it might not be long.

"Auntie, how are you!" Han

Dingtian knelt in front of his mother, his heart broken.

"Mother's time is running out, let my mother take a good look again. Han

Shuyun is also in her early forties, and her years of emaciation have made her look old, her hands are rough and wrinkled, and she can't see the difference between her and the old man.

She stroked her son's face and said: "Son, everyone has this step, sooner or later they will die, I just regret it, I regret meeting Chen Zirong, I regret giving birth to you, and I have made you suffer a lot."

"Mother, don't say it, I will suffer without you, I will boil hot water, drink some hot water and maybe I will be sick."

"It's useless, it's useless, don't go and listen to me." Han Shuyun took her son's hand: "The person outside is called Zhang Fuzhi, he is my old friend, and it is also the fate of heaven, let me find me today, he has promised me, after I die, he will take you back to the Northeast."

"Mother...""

Don't cry, I haven't finished speaking, after you go back to the Northeast, you must be obedient in other people's homes, your eyes, hands and feet are a little sharper, don't have no eyesight, use your brain before speaking, be a person and do things before acting."

"My father should be dead, and when I return to the Northeast, I will kowtow a few more times to your grandfather in front of the grave."

"Son, my mother doesn't ask you to get ahead, I just want you to be safe, I've had a hard time for more than ten years, but I'm very happy to have you with my mother, and my mother is not there in the future, you have to be a... Be

a," Han Shuyun couldn't breathe, a tear crossed the corner of her eye, and her voice became smaller and smaller.

"You've got to be a, be a god... The man who stands on the ground wants to... When I miss my mother... Just do it... Make a plate of white-cut chicken... My mother will be with you in heaven. "

It was raining non-stop, and under the eaves was a man smoking a cigarette, and inside the house was a weeping man standing by a corpse.