At this moment, it was surprisingly quiet.

He was the only one in the whole room.

The photo of Hei Yaoyue was placed on the most conspicuous table.

Presented tribute and fine wine.

Three incense sticks were burned.

The three shattered sparks flickered in the gradually coming darkness.

Today is exactly the 100th day after Hei Yaoyue's death.

A very memorable day.

Hei Jieming bent his finger and knocked on the table.

"You are finally here." Qingrun's voice echoed in the spacious room. From the time when the aura that was extremely incompatible with the surrounding environment appeared, he had noticed it. After waiting for a while, when he saw that he neither stepped forward nor spoke, Hei Jieming spoke first.

"A Ming! It's true that you are manipulating all this behind the scenes." Huo Longting was extremely surprised when he saw the face of the man half-hidden in the darkness.

"What? Can't believe it?" Hei Jieming curled his lips and pulled out an expression, as if he was sneering, but it was completely complicated.

"The information says that you are still lying on the hospital bed, unconscious." Huo Longting clenched his fists, "I went to confirm in person three hours ago."

Hei Jieming shrugged, "Obviously, you didn't look carefully."

"Yes, your people are very tightly guarded. I only have fifteen seconds to walk to the bedside and take a look." Huo Longting pinched his swelling eyebrows. Everything was not done according to the script that the Huo family had booked. It was really unpleasant.

"Walk to the bed and turn off the ventilator and medical monitoring instruments?" Hei Jieming asked sarcastically.

Huo Longting was shocked again, "You!! You know everything?"

Hei Jieming turned the laptop on the desk in a direction and clicked on one of the videos.

In the enlarged picture, a middle-aged man in a silver suit walked into the ward. The angle was just right, and the man's face was taken very clearly. Even the expression on his face was recorded with the camera honestly and objectively.

That's Huo Longting.

He went to the bedside, stared at the man lying on the bed, and looked at it for a while.

Then he said, "A Ming, wait for you to go down and see your mother. Please convey your apology for me. You owed you mother and son, and you will never have the chance to pay it back in this life. If you are destined to do so in the next life, I will definitely compensate you."

After a pause, he sighed, "After all, I am your father. Your life comes from me. Now, it's nothing to end with me with my own hands. This is fate. Ah Ming, you have to accept your fate."

After saying that, he turned off the instruments used to maintain life without hesitation. When he looked at the patients on the bed, his breathing suddenly became rapid.

The sound from outside the door shocked Huo Longting.

He had no time to make sure the person on the bed died and hurriedly left.

The screen ends here and stops.

Bang...

At the same time, the lights were bright in the office.

Hei Jie Ming sat leisurely at the desk, crossed his hands and placed them on the table, and said slowly,

"It's a coincidence that I never understood what it means to accept my fate. If I really accepted my fate, twenty years ago, I was wandering on the street alone and I was frozen to death on the corner of the street. At that time, I was not dead, and now, I will not die. Mr. Huo, you are going to be disappointed."

"What do you want to deal with this video?" Huo Longting clenched his fists.

"What do you think I will deal with it?" Hei Jieming asked coldly.
Chapter completed!