Addicted to seduction, the cold CEO cries every night

Hearing this, Si Jinghuai's lips curved into a mocking arc.

"Why, aren't you afraid that I will go back to Si's house and fight for property with your bunch of unpromising descendants?"

Si Jinghuai's words were not polite at all.

It was as if he didn't take Mr. Si seriously at all.

When Mr. Si heard this, he coughed rapidly on the other end of the phone. He was obviously angry at Si Jinghuai's words.

After coughing for a while, the person on the phone finally calmed down.

"You really do hold a grudge."

Si Jinghuai sneered: "I don't hold grudges. If I have a grudge, I'll avenge it on the spot."

Mr. Si knew that Si Jinghuai had a strong opinion of him. He paused, then forced himself to gather strength and said, "I know what you have been doing recently."

"Come back and let's talk."

Si Jinghuai didn't give any face: "I'm going to bed."

Mr. Si is about to die, and as his grandson, he has no intention of being sad at all.

Mr. Si was very angry, but he was the one who personally drove Si Jinghuai out of the Si family.

He originally thought he could hold on until the Si family trained another Si Jinghuai.

But he didn't expect that God wouldn't help him.

He suddenly became seriously ill. What's even more ridiculous is that the Si family members he had been planning for all the time didn't care about his health and only cared about his will.

Mr. Si has dominated the shopping mall all his life, but when the time came, he felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

Perhaps because he was about to die, Mr. Si's temper had improved a lot.

If Si Jinghuai had spoken to him like this usually, he would have been angry, but now, he actually felt that his mind was much calmer.

"Come back, I have what you want."

After that, Mr. Si hung up the phone.

Si Jinghuai looked at the blackened screen of his mobile phone and sat at his desk for a long time. Finally, he stood up and walked out.

When he arrived at Mr. Si's ward, he saw several bodyguards guarding the door from a distance.

It was already late at night, and this hospital was a private hospital, so it was even quieter.

Hearing Si Jinghuai's footsteps, one of the bodyguards immediately walked up to him,

"Mr. Si, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Si Jinghuai raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

He was not surprised that the old man knew that he would come.

He just followed the bodyguard into Mr. Si's ward. When he entered, Mr. Si was resting with his eyes closed.

But he was not asleep. When he heard the footsteps, Mr. Si opened his eyes and looked towards Si Jinghuai.

After not seeing each other for a while, there is still a big difference between the old man Si now and the old man Si Jinghuai remembers.

At that time, he could still scold Si Jinghuai angrily.

But now, his eyes are dull, and it seems that just moving his fingers requires a lot of effort.

Si Jinghuai glanced at him lightly, but there was still no unnecessary emotion in his eyes.

"I knew you were coming."

Mr. Si chuckled lightly, pointed to the chair beside his hospital bed and said to Si Jinghuai, "Come sit here."

At this moment, Mr. Si's tone became more like that of an elder.

The tone seemed to be full of concern for the younger generation.

Si Jinghuai glanced at him and said calmly: "If you have anything to say, just tell me."

"We don't have to be polite."

Mr. Si was speechless and finally sighed: "Yes, it's too late to say anything now."

He sighed and looked at Si Jinghuai's eyes, which seemed to be filled with regret.

In recent years, although he seemed to value Si Jinghuai, he was actually guarding against him at every turn.