Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

The terrified Zhu Yu ignored the dark fire and flew forward to press Zhu Qing's head with his palm.

Press it firmly to the ground directly.

But Zhu Qing in such a state was not something he could suppress. Seeing that Zhu Qing was about to break free, the members of the Jingwei team who followed Zhu Yu moved.

The five of them appeared behind Zhu Qing, each shot Zhu Qing completely to the ground.

Under the pressure of Zhu Yu and the Jingwei team, no matter how much Zhu Qing thumped, it was useless.

One of them looked at the elegant and easy-going white-haired old man and said, "Number two, the young master is entrusted to you!"

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

A bald man wearing sunglasses sat cross-legged on Zhu Qing's back, with his palms facing up, the back of his right hand flat on top of his left palm, and his two thumbs lightly touching each other.

Seeing him closing his eyes and beginning to mutter a mantra, the others removed the hands controlling Zhu Qing's body.

Under his spell, Zhu Qing's mood became more and more stable, and he soon returned to normal.

Zhu Yu hurriedly took off the coat that was glued to Minghuo and threw it on the ground, then turned around and came to Zhu Mo.

Looking at Zhu Mo with worry in his eyes, he couldn't help but grab his shoulders and make him turn around to check, for fear that the fire of hell might be stuck on his body.

"It's not hurt, Xiaomo..."

"Zhu Qing, that stinky brat, is really daring to kill his own brother! I won't teach him a lesson when I get back!"

Zhu Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that Zhu Mo was fine.

He was really sweating for Zhu Mo.

"I'm fine, Seventh Uncle. Where's Second Brother?"

Only then did Zhu Yu remember the business, and just when he was about to speak, he noticed Han Ningchu standing beside Zhu Mo.

Holding Zhu Mo's shoulders warily, he walked a little further away: "Your second brother has already left for the hospital."

Zhu Mo was shocked. Although he almost guessed the reason why his second brother went to the hospital, he still tried his best to restrain his emotions.

It was also clear why Zhu Yu brought the Jingwei team here.

Pretending to be puzzled, he frowned and asked, "Hospital, second brother is seriously injured?"

"No...he's visiting your father."

Speaking of this, Zhu Yu's mood fell instantly, and he sighed and said with difficulty: "Your father... the situation is very serious now, he wants me to come to you three brothers..."

"Maybe..." Zhu Yu hesitated, and cast a glance at Zhu Mo to observe his expression.

Zhu Mo has been very attached to his third brother since he was a child, and the third brother also dotes on this youngest son the most.

Although Zhu Mo is a bit more ambitious now, he probably would be devastated when he heard the news of his father's serious illness, right?

Sure enough, Zhu Yu saw some ruddy and unbelievable eyes from Zhu Mo's eyes.

The child must not be able to accept the sudden news.

Zhu Yu pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and patted Zhu Mo's shoulder and softly advised, "Go and have a look, Xiao Mo."

Slapping Zhu Yu's hand away, Zhu Mo sat paralyzed on the ground with a choked voice: "Uncle Qi, you go first. I want to slow down here and go..."

"Okay, Xiao Mo, don't be too sad. I'll take your elder brother away, you calm down first."

Zhu Yu turned around and sighed, and murmured, "Poor boy, how painful he must be at this moment..."

Glancing at Zhu Qing lying on the ground, he squatted down angrily and hit his big head: "Drag this bastard away!"

"Yes!"

Several members of the Jingwei team dragged the unconscious Zhu Qing to follow Zhu Yu's footsteps.

When leaving, the white-haired old man of the Jingwei team looked back at Zhu Mo thoughtfully.

When he left, he murmured in a low voice: "Oh... Seventh Master is really a fool, no wonder the Patriarch is so reassuring about him."

After the people left, Han Ningchu walked to Zhu Mo's side, looking down at Zhu Mo who was sitting on the ground and silently wiping tears.

Feeling very filial for a while, he frowned and asked, "Everyone has already left, when will our film star be acting?"

Zhu Mo raised his head and asked in a little shock, "Eh? Is it obvious?"

"It's not too obvious...but it's obvious that your Seventh Uncle believed it." Han Ningchu said with a shrug.

Zhu Mo lowered his head and thought for a moment, suddenly remembered something, his face changed slightly.

Raising his hand and rubbing his forehead, he said annoyedly: "The acting should be more realistic. I think the Jingwei team can see it."

"Forget it, anyway, I'm only showing it to Uncle Qi, and those members of the Jingwei team wouldn't dare to talk too much even if they saw it."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Mo realized that it seemed inappropriate to say these things next to Han Ningchu. He carefully looked at Han Ningchu and smiled, "Sister, do you think I..."

Han Ningchu chuckled, and pulled Zhu Mo up: "No, what right do I have to miss you that much?"

"After all, I am not as good as you to my father and grandfather. As long as you are sincere to me~ I don't care about the rest."

Leaning intimately on Zhu Mo's shoulder, Han Ningchu said softly.

Quankang Hospital.

The atmosphere in the hospital was gloomy, and the corridor outside the owner's exclusive ward was full of high-level Zhu family members, all of which were lifeless.

Heart-piercing voices came and went: "Father! You can't just leave me like this, our three brothers, how can you live without our Zhu family?"

At this moment, Zhu Qing, who was five-year-old and three-year-old, was crying heart-rendingly, the snot bubbles and tears under the double nostrils merged, and the Zhu family in the corridor couldn't help twitching the corners of their mouths after seeing it.

As soon as Zhu Qing woke up and learned that Zhu Min was seriously ill, she cried like crazy and wanted to break into the ward.

Fortunately, there are people from the Jingwei group, otherwise no ordinary human can pull such a monster.

Most of the high-ranking members of the Zhu family standing in the corridor were from Zhu Qing, and they hurried forward to comfort Zhu Qing.

Even at this kind of time, there are still some thieves who flatter and say some unsavory words such as Zhu Qing's filial piety and affection.

Zhu Chi, who was sitting on the chair with Erlang's legs crossed, looked like he was watching the show:

"Tsk tsk tsk, big brother! If you really don't want to part with your father, why don't you just go with him? My brother will buy you a high-quality sandalwood coffin. You lie in it and I will seal the coffin for you with my own hands."

Seeing that Zhu Chi was acting strangely, Zhu Qing almost jumped up and slapped him on the head.

Although Zhu Qing chose to endure it, the people in Zhu Qing's faction couldn't stand it.

An old man with seniority coldly snorted:

"Hmph, the Patriarch is seriously ill, and the second young master is still calm and composed. I am really lucky in the third life of the Zhu family to have such a young master like you."

"Bah, old man! You don't even have the surname Zhu, how dare you comment on our Zhu family affairs?"

The people on Zhu Chi's side immediately jumped into a rage and fought back.

People on both sides scolded into a group instantly, and the scene was very chaotic.