gossip wife

Chapter 987

Naturally, the two women had no objections. They took their respective things and walked out of the ward. Zhuo Lin also told him to talk to his father in a serious manner.

There was still Lao Zhang in the ward, Zhuo Yiheng specially asked Lao Zhang to stay, he wanted to ask Lao Zhang about his father's condition.

Zhuo Yiheng sat down on the chair next to his father's bed, looked at his father who was lying on the sickbed and was wearing an oxygen mask, and he didn't know if it was because he had been in the hospital for a few days, he suddenly felt that his father seemed to be getting old all of a sudden a lot.

To be honest, for so many years, he has never looked at his father seriously, as if he turned a blind eye to his gradually turning white sideburns, and still confronted him in everything, and would not give up until he pissed off his father .

Zhuo Yiheng simply asked the old Zhang Zhuo Xianye about his situation, and knew that he fell into a coma because of the blow he had suffered too much. In addition, he was getting old and his physique was declining, so it was normal for him to be unable to wake up for a while.

"Father, aren't you usually very arrogant? I really can't believe that just one message can hit you like this." Zhuo Yiheng put Zhuo Xianye's hand under the quilt to cover it, fixed his eyes, as if talking to himself The language seems to say to his father: "Besides, don't you usually yell that you don't care about me? I scared you like this by absconding in fear of crime or..."

He stopped and didn't continue to say the following words, because he couldn't say anything, did he want to ask him the following words or because he was too worried about his accident that he fell into a coma.

Thinking that the father and son hadn't had a proper conversation all this time, Zhuo Xianye might be so angry that Zhuo Xianye would have the heart to sever the relationship between father and son, so why would he care about him?
He shook his head with a dumbfounded smile, helped his father pull the quilt again, and sat down again.

Old Zhang looked at the father and son together, wriggling his lips, hesitant to speak, especially when he heard what the young master said, he finally couldn't help it after holding back for a long time: "Young master..."

Zhuo Yiheng raised his eyes to look at Lao Zhang who was standing beside him, and asked, "What's the matter?" He had never seen Lao Zhang look so sad.

Lao Zhang's lips moved, he really wanted to speak but he didn't seem to know how to speak, under Zhuo Yiheng's gaze he pondered for a while before he spoke: "Master, there is something I've always wanted to tell you, but Master won't let you I said, for as many years as you father and son have been arguing, I have been upset for so many years, and now that the master is sick and lying in the hospital, I think it is better to clarify this matter with you, young master."

Lao Zhang has been working in Zhuo's family for a long time. In fact, Lao Zhang's parents also worked in Zhuo's family, so Zhuo Xianye trusts him so much. Many times he called his son and asked Lao Zhang to be the middleman. Old Zhang is still polite, at least he won't treat his father like that.

"Oh? It's so mysterious. Is it because our Zhuo family has hidden a great treasure that I don't know?" Zhuo Yiheng laughed. He knew that his father had many things that he didn't know. They never communicated, so naturally don't know too much.

Old Zhang was a little anxious, and this matter should not be a joke. When he was anxious, his words didn't go smoothly: "No, young master, it's...it was about your mother back then."

As soon as he said this, the smile on Zhuo Yiheng's face froze, he looked directly at Lao Zhang, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked word by word: "What did you say?"

Lao Zhang also knew that this kind of thing should not be talked about casually. After all, this is where the father and son's heart knot lies. It's just that after so many years, he thinks that the young master should know the truth of the matter.

(End of this chapter)