Chapter 223: Last will, don't avenge

Long Sihao saw that she also stewed chicken broth. The narrow and narrow eyes narrowed her eyes, and looked at her deeply, "Xiaoxiao, your chicken broth is for..."
After a pause, he continued: "Grandpa stewed?"
Li Xiaoman gasped lightly, raised his eyes to Long Sihao, nodded with a smile, "Well! Grandpa is not in good health and needs to be replenished."
Long Sihao narrowed his eyes, and his dark, dark pupils smiled a little, "So you have to go to the hospital later."
Li Xiaoman nodded again and looked up at Long Sihao, "Grandpa needs someone to take care, Si Hao, Huo Yunene is unconscious now, Grandpa is in the hospital again, Huo Shi you can help..."
"Xiaoxiao..." Long Sihao interrupted her before she finished, and the lines on Junmei's face were a little bit hard, and she gazed at her deeply, "I don't want to care too much about the Huo family."
His words implied dissatisfaction with the Huo family.
Li Xiaoman's clear water squinted slightly, and gave him a deep glance, "Aren't you also a descendant of Huo's family? Isn't it just as if I begged you to help grandpa?"
Long Sihao narrowed his eyes, gazing at her more and more deeply, his thin lips pursed, "Xiao Xiao, did he ask you to persuade me?"
"He?" Realizing that he was somewhat alienated from Huo Yehong, Li Xiaoman looked at him for a while before frowning and said: "Si Hao, do you have a big prejudice to Grandpa, what is your mother? dead?"
Long Sihao heard that Li Xiaoman mentioned his mother. His eyes were low, a deep pain flashed across his eyes, and his eyebrows were deep. He stretched his hand and caressed Li Xiaoman's small, rosy face, "Xiao Xiao, I promise you to manage Huo temporarily. As for my mother, I will tell you later."
I didn't understand why Long Sihao didn't want to mention his mother's things. Li Xiaoman didn't ask any more questions. Everyone had something he didn't want to mention.
Perhaps his mother’s death had formed a scar in his heart, and it must be after being uncovered, and mentioning it would be tantamount to uncovering the scar, and he must be very painful.
She had never seen him show sad things on her face. She didn’t know what kind of pain was buried in her heart. But she didn’t know how to hurt him at this moment. She wanted to love him well and wanted to use her love to caress her. Ping he buried the deepest pain in his heart.
She looked up at him and nodded with a smile, "Okay! You go out first, you didn't sleep last night, go to sleep for a while, I fried you and called you."
Seeing that he didn't mean to go out, she reached out and pushed him out of the kitchen, "Go! Sleep for a while."
Her voice had a touch of coquettishness, and Long Sihao's long and narrow eyes were full of smiles, and she repeatedly said, "Okay, I'll just go."
When the words fell, he sat on the sofa in the living room, closed his eyes, and what appeared to him was the miserable appearance of his mother Long Ya when he died.
The words before Long Yaxin's death seemed to echo in his ears.
"Si Hao...no...don't avenge your mother...no...don't hate your grandpa..."
"Mom, why? He broke you and dad apart, he killed you, he took the Dragon, his grandfather disappeared..."
"No... Secretary... Si Hao, don't say it, listen... listen to your mother's words, no... don't hate your grandpa, don't take revenge... live alive, one... be sure to live alive, this... this is mom The only...willingness, promise mom! Secretary... Sihao, do you want to...mama to die?"
At that time, when he was only six years old, he looked at his bloody, dying mother. At the last moment when she closed her eyes forever, she promised that she would not avenge her or hate her grandfather.
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After so many years, the miserable appearance of his mother before he died clearly appeared in his mind, making him feel sad and resentful every time he thought about it.
But if he promised his mother no revenge, how could he repent.
If his mother’s will is not fulfilled, is he still qualified to be a son of man?
When he fell into grief, a soft and gentle voice came into his ears.
"Si Hao..."
Upon hearing the sound, Long Sihao returned to his eyes and raised his eyes to see Long Sihao standing in front of his eyes, glancing at him in an instant.
He concealed the grief at the bottom of his eyes and reached out to pull her into his arms. The narrow, narrow eyes glanced at her gently, "Is the meal ready?"
Li Xiaoman's clear water eyes looked at him deeply. When he saw his red eyes, the corners of the eyes were still wet. She reached out and gently wiped the corners of his eyes, frowning and asked: "Si Hao, have you... cried? "
Long Sihao reached out and took her small hand that gently wiped the corners of his eyes, put it on the lips and kissed, and looked at her affectionately, bent her lips and smiled, "silly girl, do you think I am like a crying person? ?"
Li Xiaoman nodded his head, and his clear eyes looked at him deeply, "Si Hao, no one will not cry, no matter how strong people will be sad, the weak people will cry and show up on the face, strong people Crying in my heart, although others can’t see it, it doesn’t mean they can’t feel it.

Long Sihao smiled at her and nodded approvingly, "It makes a lot of sense."
When the words fell, he closed his arms and hugged her tightly. His white chin rested on her forehead. The tone was very serious. "Xiao Xiao, don't leave me in this life, will you?"
Before she could answer, he lowered his head and kissed her pink lips.
As if afraid of kissing her badly, he kissed carefully and the kiss was very gentle.
He kissed for a long time before he stopped, narrowly gazing at her affectionately, his eyes scorched and his voice soft and low, "Xiao Xiao, I love you, I love you very much."
Li Xiaoman smiled into his heart, slender hands tightly hugged him back, buried his red hot face in his arms, "I know, I feel it, I will not leave you, never meeting."
She couldn't help herself, she promised her whole life.
"Xiaoxiao..." Long Sihao was very moved, tightening his arms and lowering his head to kiss her again.
It seems that the kiss is not general enough, and it has been so intermittent and circular.
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After dinner, Li Xiaoman took the stewed chicken broth and Long Sihao to the hospital again.
Originally, she asked Long Sihao to take her to the hospital and go back to rest, but Long Sihao was not assured that she was alone in the hospital and insisted that she must accompany her.
In the vip ward, Huo Yehong was surprised to see that Li Xiaoman and Long Sihao came to the hospital again, but the pale old face was filled with a smile of relief, "Si Hao, Manman, you are here."
Li Xiaoman walked to his hospital bed and asked with concern: "Grandpa, are you better? I stewed the chicken broth and Grandpa drank it."
Huo Yehong smiled and looked at Li Xiaoman, "Okay, Manman is interested, grandpa is much better."
Li Xiaoman held a bowl of chicken soup, sat down and fed Huo Yehong personally, gazed at him and said, "Grandpa, Si Hao has promised to help you manage Huo's, so you can rest assured and recuperate."
After hearing this, Huo Yehong looked up at Long Sihao, who hadn't said a word, and asked happily, "Si Hao, what Manman said is true?"
Long Sihaoying's handsome brow frowned, gazing at Huo Yehong deeply, and nodded.
"Okay... Grandpa will call Assistant Lin tomorrow and let him notify Huo's board of directors in my name and appoint you as Huo's president."
Long Sihao's eyes were lightly condensed and his eyes were deep and impenetrable. "I'm only managing for you temporarily."
Huo Yehong saw his attitude was lukewarm, frowning deeply, and said nothing more.
Li Xiaoman noticed that there was a gap between Huo Yehong and Long Sihao. After waiting for Huo Yehong to drink the chicken soup, she made Long Sihao accompany Huo Yehong.
She deliberately asked their grandfather and grandson to have a good chat and left the ward.
Thinking that Huo Yunene hadn't awakened yet, it was because Huo Yunene was very good for her when she was a child. She went to the intensive care unit. Through the transparent glass window, she saw that Li Xuehe was not there. She only felt that Huo Yunene was pitiful. , I moved a hint of mourning in my heart before putting on a sterile gown.
Sitting next to Huo Yunene, he looked as if there were no signs of life. He lay quietly on the hospital bed, motionless, and wearing an oxygen mask, she raised her eyebrows deeply, and her heart was still a little uncomfortable.
Not because he still has love for him and is uncomfortable, but he did not expect that he would have today. He lay here like this, but he was not accompanied by his loved ones, and even his mother did not see the figure. If he knew how sad it should be !
Staring at him, Li Xiaoman thought of everything that happened between them, touched, rejoiced, happy, hoped, disappointed, hopeless, distressed, chilled , Hated, complained...
The more I thought about her, the more uncomfortable her heart was. The mist cleared in the clear water, and the tears of crystal cleared down the corners of her eyes. She bit her lower lip and stared at him, "Huo Yunene, you wake up! I don't complain You don’t hate you anymore, the Huo family still needs you, and the grandfather needs you."
Seeing him as if she hadn't heard her, she lay still and there was no sign of life. She raised her eyebrows tightly, leaning slightly and pulling them up like snow to be covered by him.
Her hand accidentally touched his hand and found his hand cold and biting like a piece of ice.
After staring at him for a while, she took up his cold hands, holding both hands in his palms, eyes full of tears looked at him deeply, "Ho Yunene, you have made so many mistakes, you want to stay awake all your life Come here? If you don’t wake up, how can you make up for your mistakes? Do you want to escape with a deep sleep? Wake up?"
She looked at him deeply and kept telling him what happened to them as a child, and what kind of person he was in her heart as a child...
Because her eyes have been on Huo Yunene, she did not find Long Sihao standing outside the intensive care unit.
His narrow and long eyes gazed tightly at Li Xiaoman through the glass window, his eyes were deep and dark, and a bit of pain flashed in the ink-like pupils, her tears, she told her bit by bit with Huo Yunene All this is like a sharp needle with a cold light tingling his heart, making him feel that she has huoyunene in her heart.
Perhaps, she never forgot him.
Whenever Huo Yunene is in danger, she protects him regardless of her life. When she is in the woods, at the Huo family, now she pulls him away, but she comes to see Huo Yunene, sad for him, for him Tears, sorry for him, distressed for him...
He now began to doubt that she would accept him, just because she was moved!
Moved him to accompany her when she was sad, comfort her, and moved him to give.
Perhaps she was only touched by him. She still loves Huo Yunene. Even if Huo Yunene hurts her, she still loves him.
Thick pain ran across his picturesque eyebrows, and his ink pupils gradually became wet. He closed his eyes sadly, and two tears slipped darkly from the corners of his eyes.
After a long time, he couldn't hear what happened between her and Huo Yunene. He was sad that he didn't exist in those ten years.
With big white hands clenched tightly, he forced himself to turn around and leave.
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Li Xiaoman stayed in the intensive care unit for a long time. When she returned to Huo Yehong's ward, she did not see Long Sihao, and Huo Yehong was already asleep.
She didn't wake Huo Yehong to ask where Long Sihao was, but she sat on the sofa in the living room of the ward and took out her mobile phone and was about to call Long Sihao. Hao sent.
She immediately opened the message, but only four words, do not need to find me.
She raised her eyebrows, her clear eyes squeezed tightly at the four words on the screen of her mobile phone, which was somewhat unknown.
He didn't have to find him, he just sent these four words, no title, there was a sense of indifference between the lines.
She twitched her eyebrows tighter and tighter, her slender hand holding the phone tightened tightly, and she knew it.
After waiting for a while and seeing that Long Sihao didn't come back, she felt lost for a while and couldn't help but hit the past.
The phone rang several times before being connected.
It was still a low familiar voice, but the tone was a little cold, "I will not pass by tonight."
"Oh!" Li Xiaoman responded faintly, holding the phone tightly, the clear eyes lost even more, and his heart was a little bit sad because of his inexplicable coldness.
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