The president has nothing left for me

Chapter 662

Huo Xing, who was lying on the hospital bed, seemed to sense the danger coming, and it seemed that the effect of the tranquilizer had expired.

He just opened his eyes, and saw a pair of dark and deep eyes staring at him without any waves.

Just like when he was a child, in the middle of the night one day, a child swung a knife at his heart.

This realization shocked him, and he was completely awake.

"Huo... Huo Yuan..."

Huo Xing's pupils widened suddenly, he looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, confirmed it several times, and even his voice trembled slightly.

"Lying on the hospital bed for a long time, are you confused?" Huo Yuan smiled slightly, "Didn't you personally kill Huo Yuan? Standing in front of you is your most beloved son, Huo Yuan."

"No, you're not... Xiaogaki."

Due to excessive tension, the beating of the heart suddenly accelerated, and the heart rate soon exceeded [-].

As a result, the detector keeps beeping.

But this time, no one entered the ward again.

"It seems that I'm really sick and confused." The smile on the corner of Huo Yuan's mouth deepened. It was supposed to be a smile like a spring breeze, but it made Huo Xing's scalp tingle.

"Have you forgotten, at that time..."

When Huo Yuan said this, he tilted his head and thought for a while, his eyes became darker, as if he had fallen into a long memory.

After a while, he turned his head again, looked at Huo Xing, and continued: "At that time, I was going to deliver food to him, but you broke the rice bowl I sent, and the rice was scattered all over the floor. In order to survive, he knelt down and thought Eat, but you crush those meals with your feet and stick them to the floor.

The dog chain that locked him was neither long nor short, but no matter how hard he struggled, there was always a gap between the food that was crushed on the ground. "

"Later, in order to prevent me from delivering food to him, you locked me in the room again. In the end, you let him starve to death in the basement."

"You said I was Huo Yuan, how could I be Huo Yuan? Didn't Huo Yuan starve to death in that basement?"

"So Dad, you are so sick and confused that you don't even know who I am."

When Huo Yuan said these words, there was no expression in his eyes, but at a glance, he seemed to be smiling, as if he was telling someone else's story, and there was a bit of carelessness in his tone.

"No...it's not like this..."

Huo Xing stared at Huo Yuan, his inner nervousness and panic had reached the extreme, which made his oxygen mask full of mist.

As a result, breathing became more and more rapid.

But Huo Xing didn't seem to notice, he kept talking, his eyes were full of fear.

There are also fears and prayers, it's really ridiculous, such an arrogant person would actually beg for help.

Huo Yuan calmly watched Huo Xing lying on the hospital bed dying, with a hint of amusement in the corner of his mouth, as if he was looking at a dead thing, or in other words, looking at an interesting toy.

When Huo Xing's breathing began to be difficult, Huo Yuan suddenly leaned over, leaned close to Huo Xing's ear, and said softly, "Since life is so painful, why don't I give you a ride?"

After Huo Yuan finished speaking, he reached out and approached Huo Xing's oxygen mask.

Huo Xing's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, how dare he... how dare he!

This is the son he raised with his own hands. This is the weapon he is most proud of, but now this weapon has stabbed him in the throat.

He doesn't want to die yet, he wants to live well.

But no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't move at all, as if he had been injected with some immobilizing medicine.

"You...you stop!"

"Huo Yuan, I'm your father!!"