Became a vicious male mother

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Saying these things to someone who has just been discharged from the hospital is like boiling water turning into ice.

Gu Xinglan lowered her eyes, somewhat helpless.

The wheelchair that had been turned around was gently pulled back by someone.

This time, Rye Tae-ho was holding a black box.

I saw her before...

"This is the gift I owe you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lid of the box was slightly lifted.

When Gu Xinglan's gaze fell upon the matte gold gun barrel, her eyes widened, and she was stunned for a long time.

The silver barrel is extremely short, and the gun body is engraved with delicate snake patterns. In particular, the white card with gold trim hanging on the trigger prominently displays "Walther_CCP_M2".

Seeing this, he couldn't utter a single word.

The black box lid was quickly put back on.

Li Taihe gently placed the box on the ground and said softly, "I'll keep this for you for now. I'll give it to you when you need it."

"..." I'm trying to coax a child.

Two knocks.

The butler's voice rang out from outside the door: "Master, they've arrived."

"Let's go, the opportunity has arrived."

hall.

Several people dressed in red, with snow on their shoulders and two bags in each hand.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group, wearing a thick gold chain around his neck and sporting two large gold teeth when he smiled, hurriedly called out as he caught sight of the approaching figure, "President Li! I've come to wish you a Happy New Year!"

With a "clang," the bag placed on the ground bulged slightly.

There were famous wines and cigarettes, as well as countless biscuit boxes, candy jars, and luxury goods, not to mention the slightly exposed cash.

"Hey you, this is a red envelope for the child." The middle-aged man raised his left hand and generously pulled a thick red envelope from his pocket, stuffing it into the butler's hand.

It wasn't until Li Taihe completely pushed the wheelchair to the lobby.

In comparison, it pales in comparison.

The middle-aged man's face was all smiles, but when his gaze shifted from Li Taihe's casual sweater to himself, his smile froze on his face.

He subconsciously tugged at the thick, conspicuous gold chain at his collar, his hands slightly sweaty.

Looking at the pile of hard currency for New Year's greetings and networking beside him, he suddenly felt that it was not presentable compared to the rest of the mansion.

He just barged in like that... The middle-aged man became flustered, and his back unconsciously bent a little.

"Mr. Li, this is just a small token of my appreciation." He scratched his head.

"Don't be shy, please have a seat." Li Taihe said with a smile, gesturing for him to sit down.

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No one could have imagined that he, Zhang Jinhao, could cross the threshold of the Li family!

As soon as he sat down, the man surnamed Zhang patted his chest and said, "Your business is my business! I will definitely agree to that. I guarantee I will treat that person as my own son! From now on, that person will be my dear son!"

After saying that, Mr. Zhang downed his tea in one gulp.

My mouth instantly felt dry and bitter, and my teeth felt tight.

You shouldn't drink this kind of tea.

Zhang Jinhao wanted to spit but didn't dare, so he raised his eyes to peek at the person opposite him on the sofa.

He drank it without even changing his expression.

He couldn't hold back any longer and could only mimic the other person's effortless manner by placing the teacup on the table.

Who is the person you want to send?

With a creak, a wheelchair emerged from behind the sofa, carrying a person covered in bandages.

"Who is this……?"

I didn't see it clearly before, but now that I see its full appearance, it looks like a mummy. It's so unlucky to look at it during the Chinese New Year.

The man surnamed Zhang quickly grabbed a few tissues to wipe away his cold sweat.

As a result, the person in the wheelchair drove up next to him.

The gaze cast through the gap was as lifeless and dull as a fish's eye.

Zhang Jinhao shuddered in fright.

“This is the one. Since your surname is Zhang, his name is Zhang Xinglan.” Li Taihe leaned back on the sofa, his hands clasped together on his knees.

His confident tone left the outsiders present bewildered.

"You must be joking..."

“I’m not joking,” Li Taihe interrupted.

"And this one, she came over to take care of my daily life."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure emerged from another dark passageway, his face expressionless, and said, "Li Changqing."

A child was following beside the tall figure.

"I'm counting on you to take care of these three."

Li Taihe wore an official smile.

Putting aside the eeriness of the person in the wheelchair covered in bandages, the large one was expressionless, and the small one had a sinister aura.

These three people, looking left and right, all exuded an ominous aura.

Zhang Jinhao, lying on the sofa, was covered in cold sweat, constantly wiping his forehead with tissues.

The snow stopped when we left the villa, and a thin layer of ice formed on the floor.

My mind was completely blank.

"Three of you, red envelopes, a small gift to mark our meeting." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jinhao pulled out red envelopes from his pocket one after another.

The older one didn't reach out, and the younger one didn't even glance at him.

Only the person in the wheelchair stretched out two hands wrapped in bandages, constantly waving them up and down in his direction.

"..."

The car drove for a long time before finally stopping in the Fifth Ring Road area.

This area consists of connected high-end villas, each with its own yard.

The sound of fireworks filled the air; a grand fireworks display was underway in the suburbs, so loud that it could be heard even here.

As soon as the car stopped, the butler came over and opened the car door, hesitatingly saying, "Miss is still having a party."

His gaze fell upon the three people inside the car, and his expression froze.

"This, this."

"The injured one should be addressed as Young Master."

Zhang Jinhao was in such a hurry that he almost slipped out of the driver's seat. After regaining his balance, he rushed to open the back door.

The butler was left with a look of astonishment on his face.

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inside the house.

A chaotic scene unfolded: neon lights flashed erratically, beer bottles rolled to the doorway, people jumped around on the sofa, several people howled and wailed, singing in front of a large screen, and even more shockingly, people were hugging each other. Cigarettes, alcohol, playing cards—everything was there.

With a "snap," the incandescent light suddenly shone brightly, startling everyone inside into screaming.

Outside the door, a middle-aged man pushed a wheelchair in.

The person in the wheelchair was tightly bandaged, with only their eyes, mouth, and nose visible.

Seeing this, the girl, surrounded by the crowd, finally realized what was happening. She raised her voice and said discontentedly, "Dad!"

"Didn't you say you'd leave the house to me today?!" The girl raised her eyebrows angrily and rushed up to the middle-aged man.

Now it's much clearer.

"Bringing back a weirdo during the New Year? How could you do this! You broke your promise!" she said, stamping her foot.

Even their friends started whispering among themselves.

The gazes directed at them were both curious and strange.

Zhang Jinhao's face instantly turned ashen. He hurriedly stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense. He's your brother from now on, so be polite!"

Upon hearing the word "certain," the girl was so shocked that her eyes widened and her pupils contracted.

"Dad! Are you crazy?!"

She exclaimed in surprise, "How come you brought back another illegitimate child!"

"Him?! What are you thinking? Is this a shelter? Or..."

Seeing two people standing at the door, she exclaimed, "And they've brought their families?!"

The atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense.

The palm swung out, and as it reached Zhang Jinhao's face, he turned around as if waking up, glanced at the person at the door, and immediately withdrew his hand.

Now, the girl's face was even blacker than the bottom of the pot.

With a few loud crashes, the glass bottle shattered on the ground, and the girl kicked the ice bucket at the foot of the wheelchair.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she glared at the middle-aged man: "How dare you hit me..."

He questioned her several times, then casually picked up a wine bottle from the table.