MTL - The Male Supporting Roles Who Are Lonely and Old All the Time-Chapter 93 .Main Prince Male Match 3

To forgive is not to let go, to forgive is to compromise.

The so-called step back to open up the sea and the sky is nothing more than self-unification after being powerless.

If you have the ability, why do you need to retreat? It would not be faster to step down the thorns.

In all fairness, He Sijia is not a bad person, she did not dislike the poor and love the rich, resist He Juan, nor did she deliberately play tricks on He Dongchen.

She was focused on apologizing, making up, reducing her sense of guilt, and getting He Dongchen's forgiveness.

And it was precisely this simplest approach that forced the original body to forgive, to compromise, and to hold on to it for a lifetime.

He Dongchen's request to He Sijia was very simple, he didn't let her have nothing, and didn't let her ruin her reputation, as long as she stayed away and was quiet.

With a click, the door slammed, and He Sijia was the only one left in the corridor.

Looking at the abstract mural at the end of the corridor, she was trembling with her arms folded. After a while, she rushed out the door wiping her tears and ran to Sima Yongqing's company, crying like pear blossoms and rain: "Take me away, I don't want to wait In that house."

"What's wrong?" Sima Yongqing hugged her in his arms, and gently patted her back to comfort her.

He Sijia cried for a long time before she choked up and said with red eyes: "He Dongchen said that he doesn't need to forgive, and he doesn't need to make up, as long as I leave."

A coldness flashed in Sima Yongqing's eyes, he held He Sijia's face, wiped away her tears and asked softly, "Then do you want to leave?"

He Sijia shook her head: "I don't want to, that's where I've lived for eighteen years, that's my home."

"Then don't leave." Sima Yongqing rubbed her head, "You are right, that is your home too, you are innocent, why should you leave."

"But me, I feel so uncomfortable, am I really innocent?" He Sijia grabbed Sima Yongqing's clothes, anxiously.

"Of course he is innocent. Think about it, reincarnation is a kind of fate. Although you did not join the He family, you entered the He family by mistake. This is fate, and it is no different from reincarnation."

He Sijia seemed to accept this statement thoughtfully.

Seeing this, Sima Yongqing frowned slightly, looked far away, and said softly: "Don't worry, everyone will recognize that you are innocent."

No one could make his little girl cry.

A few days later, He Dongchen finished tutoring and took the subway home.

Because he had to go back to He's house every day to sow discord and stir up trouble, so He Dongchen didn't continue to live in his employer's house.

After class, take the subway to the foot of the mountain, and then run up the mountain to exercise.

After a period of time, the originally thin body became much stronger.

This day, He Dongchen ran up the mountain as usual, when he ran to a corner of a park, he suddenly saw a middle-aged man fell down by the flower bed in front of him, wearing a suit, his briefcase fell aside, struggling to reach for the briefcase, his mouth trembling Suo shouted medicine.

"Medicine, my medicine."

He Dongchen turned around, ran to the briefcase, bent down to pick it up, and found a bottle of heart disease medicine inside.

"Little brother, my medicine." The middle-aged man got up tremblingly.

He Dongchen unscrewed the medicine bottle, poured out two pills, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

He shook the medicine bottle, and looked at the middle-aged man with a half-smile: "What's wrong, you need to rely on vitamin tablets to continue your life? Speaking of it opened my eyes."

The man paused, and then his face was full of annoyance: "Hey, my playful niece must have changed the medicine again!"

He Dongchen continued to watch him act.

In the original text, Yuan was depressed and had nowhere to vent, and happened to save a staff member of the program group, and then there was the matter of mediating the program later.

He Dongchen flipped through his memory and felt that the rescue was too coincidental, so he waited slowly, and sure enough, he saw the familiar man again, Wang Wood.

In the original text, it is also the delivery of heart disease medicine, but the place is not here, and the time is not here.

Apparently, the other party stayed here deliberately just to give this life-saving grace.

The vitamin tablets in the medicine bottle are the best evidence. It was difficult for the original body to eat since he was a child. Naturally, he never took vitamin tablets, so he was fooled into being fooled. Du was speechless and ended up aggrieved. He still thanked Wang Wood for the opportunity.

After the vitamin tablets were dismantled, Wang Wood panicked.

He Dongchen looked at him quietly, and the two birds on the tree above his head were chirping, as if they were cheering him on.

Wang Wood gritted his teeth secretly, and finally bit the bullet and continued to act, only to see him smooth his chest, and said with a smile: "It's much better, thanks to the little brother who helped me pick up the medicine, otherwise I have been nervous, and my heart must not be able to bear it." , Scared myself to death.”

He Dongchen suddenly realized: "So that's the case, it's not scary to be changed by dressing, and you'll gain insight."

After finishing speaking, he put the medicine back into the briefcase, threw the bag to Wang Wood, and turned to leave.

Wang Wood took the bag in a hurry, pretending to catch up two steps with difficulty, and said anxiously: "Little brother, don't go, you have done me such a favor, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a life-saving grace! I am a staff member of a radio station , I dare not say anything else, there are still very well-connected people in this area, if you have any ideas, just tell me, and leave it to me."

"Okay." He Dongchen stopped.

Wang Wood's eyes lit up, and his smile became more amiable: "You said, even if I go through fire and water, I will repay your life-saving grace."

He Dongchen spread his hands and poked five fingers in front of him: "One hundred thousand yuan is worth your life-saving grace, isn't it too much?"

Wang Wood's eyes widened, no, the plot shouldn't be like this! The He family is so rich, why do they want to extort 100,000 yuan from him?

He licked his mouth, trying to turn the plot back on track.

"It's like this. My wife just had a baby, and money is a little tight. You can change other requirements, for example, do you want to be on TV! I can arrange it!"

"Our program specializes in mediating disputes. If there is any injustice, everyone will stand on the side of the reasonable and condemn the unreasonable side, and return justice to the world!"

The justice that Wang Wood said is awe-inspiring! The swollen and oily face looked swearing, as if it was the light of righteousness!

He Dongchen touched his chin, looking excited.

Wang Wood was happy in his heart, secretly thinking that he was really an ignorant kid.

At this moment, He Dongchen suddenly raised his legs and ran, and said lightly: "I'm not interested."

"Eh? Don't run!" Wang Wood caught up with his bag, how could a cooked duck fly!

Wangwood is middle-aged, with a beer belly, panting after running a few steps, and the leather shoes under his feet are clattering and getting heavier.

He Dongchen walked in front for a while, then suddenly stopped, looked at the sweating Wang Wood and said, "Aren't you having a heart attack? You are running so happily."

Wang Wood made a wrong foot, fell like a dog, and there was a tear, a tear in the tight trousers, revealing the red underwear inside.

He Dongchen looked away in disgust, and continued to run up the mountain.

Wang Wood looked at the back of him leaving, and two lines of tears flowed down.

At dinner, He Dongchen brought up this incident as a joke: "Does the radio station need to solicit business everywhere these days? It's pretending to be a heart attack, and it's a life-saving grace. They insist on pulling me on some show."

He Zhenglan put down his chopsticks, frowned and said, "What program?"

When the others heard the words, they all looked at He Dongchen, waiting for the answer.

He Dongchen scanned everyone's faces, and said meaningfully: "The mediation program is to move the trivial matters at home to the program, and let a group of guests and audience dictate."

"You agreed?" He Zhenglan immediately became serious, staring at He Dongchen. Lin Xiumei frowned slightly, He Juan looked nervous, and He Sijia was at a loss.

"Of course not. Our family loves each other, so there is no need for any mediation." He Dongchen said with a smile, picked up chopsticks of green vegetables for Lin Xiumei, then turned his head and picked up chopsticks of meat vegetables for He Juan, and said sincerely, "Mom, you have worked hard." , Eat more meat and vegetables to nourish your body."

Lin Xiumei looked at the vegetables in the bowl and suddenly felt that they were tasteless, so she only deserves to eat vegetables?

He Sijia, who started to learn how to read her face, immediately picked up meat and vegetables for Lin Xiumei, and smiled with her lips pursed, being obedient, sensible and considerate.

As soon as Lin Xiumei showed her face, He Dongchen said in surprise: "Ms. Lin is not controlling her diet, isn't it bad to eat too much meat?"

After the words fell, Lin Xiumei's face was expressionless, and He Sijia was panicked, so she quickly lowered her head and collected her expression.

He Zhenglan, who was sitting on the main seat, saw all this and felt powerless. He cast a fierce glance at He Dongchen, who was causing trouble, and said, "You can't expose your family ugliness. It's fine if you don't agree."

Who would deliberately put their family on the show? What is the intention? He Zhenglan was full of doubts, and had already begun to pull out the list of competitors.

After the meal, He Zhenglan specially called He Dongchen to the study room, exhorting and exhorting: "Our He family is considered to have a head and a face, and we must not go on that show and be pointed at."

He Dongchen was sitting on a mahogany chair, out of shape, with two Wenwan walnuts twirling in his hands. Hearing He Zhenglan's words, he sneered, "It's as if I agreed, and you will be on the show honestly."

He Zhenglan fell silent.

That's right, even if He Dongchen agreed to the program group, who can force them to be on the program?

He Zhenglan felt that he was in a daze and couldn't see clearly what was going on, so he wanted He Dongchen to remind him.

Kacha, the walnut in He Dongchen's hand broke into two halves.

He Zhenglan came back to his senses, and before he could speak, He Dongchen said in a mocking tone: "You must not expose your family ugliness. I will send this sentence back to you."

After speaking, he put two broken walnuts on the table and left the study slowly.

He Zhenglan frowned, at this moment, the phone rang, and after a while of whispering, He Zhenglan looked at the broken walnuts on the table, closed his eyes and sighed.

The next day, He Zhenglan suddenly announced at the dinner table that he was going to participate in the mediation program.

Everyone was stunned, only He Dongchen thought so, with mocking disdain in his eyes.

"Zhenglan, why did you suddenly change your mind?" Lin Xiumei was puzzled. Last night her husband came out of the study, silent, smelling of cigarettes all over his body, and suddenly going to some mediation show. Isn't this a joke?

Seeing that her husband didn't speak, Lin Xiumei shifted her gaze to her son and asked in a questioning tone, "Are you going?"

He Dongchen: "Don't label things indiscriminately, I think life is good now and there is no need for mediation."

why?

The atmosphere became weird.

He Sijia suddenly felt uneasy, could it be what Sima Yongqing said that day.

He Zhenglan glanced over He Sijia, who had changed his face slightly, and thought of the conditions put forward by the man, closed his eyes, and said: "The show is going to be on, everyone will go."

He Dongchen was the first to respond: "Okay."

Anyway, it's not him who will suffer then.

As the head of the family, He Zhenglan made the decision, even if Lin Xiumei objected.

He Juan had no room to speak at all, and her whole body was panic-stricken. The little meat that had just been raised during this period of time sank in less than two days.

Because of her absent-mindedness, He Juan made mistakes in cooking several times, causing Lin Xiumei to frown frequently.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He Juan waved her hands awkwardly, her eight-character eyebrows were brought together uneasily, and her already bitter face made people feel even more sad.

"Mom, don't pick faults, isn't this edible?" He Sijia was heartbroken when he saw it, and took the initiative to bring the plate of green vegetables with extra salt in front of him, and ate it hard, choking tears because it was too salty.

He Juan felt distressed, so she quickly gave her some relief: "It's all my mother's fault, it's my mother who dragged you down."

"I don't blame you, I was too anxious to eat."

The mother and daughter comforted each other, like two poor little children.

Lin Xiumei watched from the side furiously, unable to bear it any longer: "What are you doing! Isn't it just a plate of food, can I say a few words? It's as if I forced you to die!"

"Especially you, He Juan, put away your bitter look! Who will you show me pitifully all day long?"

He Juan was startled, wiped away her tears and apologized repeatedly.

He Sijia comforted her.

Seeing his wife being aggressive, He Zhenglan frowned slightly.

He Dongchen secretly laughed in his heart, everyone in the world subconsciously sympathizes with the weak, and those who stand up for reason will not let them go, that is aggressive, and even being reasonable becomes unreasonable.

It's like when the poor accidentally scratched the rich man's bag, and the poor cried bitterly and had no money to compensate and knelt down to apologize, the rich would appear aggressive and bully the poor.

The onlooker stood and talked without pain in his back: You are so rich, why bother with others, just do a good deed that day.

The rich have obviously lost their property, but they still have to hold their breath and pretend to be generous, or else they are reluctant and care about every detail.

In the same way, in the original text, He Sijia ran back and forth to ask the original body for forgiveness. The world can't see the suffering that the original body suffered, but only saw the hot face of He Sijia and the cold face of the original body.

Lin Xiumei once downplayed it: It's all over, why don't you try to let go, try to forgive?

It will not hurt if the knife is not stuck in your body.

He Dongchen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said slowly: "Ms. Lin, don't be so aggressive, it's a big deal, it's going to scare my mother."

Lin Xiumei pointed at herself in disbelief, her usual elegant expression cracked: "Am I being aggressive?"

He Dongchen nodded, and said unhurriedly: "My mother is so pitiful, so don't worry about it, if you are not used to it, you can order another table of food yourself, and you can eat whatever you want."

"This is my home!" Lin Xiumei couldn't help raising her voice.

He Dongchen continued to nod: "I know, I know, but a few days ago, He Sijia played the piano and made me sleep, so I told you, and you let me go for a stroll outside. This is my house, so I'll go out as usual."

Lin Xiumei was speechless after being blocked, and laughed after a while: "You did it on purpose! You made me angry on purpose!"

He Dongchen shrugged his shoulders: "It's fair, isn't it? You love the daughter you raised with one hand, and I prefer my mother who has been dependent on each other for more than ten years."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly let out an ah, touched his chin and said to the sullen He Zhenglan: "However, after all the calculations, my mother and He Sijia made the money. He Gou is at the bottom, have you lost your teeth laughing?"

He Zhenglan's face was gloomy, the knuckles of his right hand holding the chopsticks turned white, as if he was trying to suppress something.

He Dongchen said meaningfully: "Look, your face is red before the show, and when you get on stage, a group of people point fingers, maybe what will happen."

Snapped!

He Zhenglan slammed his chopsticks on the table, got up and left, and when he was halfway up the stairs, he turned his head and said to the crowd: "The show will be recorded in two days, you must be there."

"No problem, I'll definitely be there!" He Dongchen was the first to respond with a relaxed expression.

He Zhenglan glanced at the son with a playful smile, lowered his eyes to hide his guilt, turned around and left resolutely.

Two days later, He Dongchen finished the class early and took the subway to the TV station.

On the way, He Zhenglan made several phone calls to urge him, and asked the driver to pick him up.

He Dongchen said: "Don't worry, I won't run away."

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the phone, and he said vaguely: "Do you want to study abroad? It's good to go shopping outside."

"No, I finally got into college, how could I leave in despair."

Beep beep, the other side hastily hung up the phone.

He Dongchen chuckled.

Look, He Zhenglan already knew the consequences of being on this show. He Zhenglan, who is full of family ugliness, can change his mind to appear on the show, and there are only huge enough benefits.

For the benefit, he can watch his own son jump into the pit foolishly, stand on the stage and be criticized by everyone.

The reminder sounded, and the subway arrived at the station. He Dongchen put away his mobile phone, followed the flow of people out of the station, looked at the tall and tall TV station building, and stepped in.

He Zhenglan arranged for his secretary to wait for him in the lobby, and when he saw him come in, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and enthusiastically came up to lead him the way.

The two got on the elevator one after the other. When the door was about to close, a slightly anxious voice sounded: "Wait!"

He Dongchen helped press the button to open the door.

A girl squeezed into the elevator panting and thanked He Dongchen: "Thank you."

"It's easy to do." He Dongchen said, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the work badge hanging around her neck, and her slightly immature face, and asked hesitantly, "Are you the staff here?"

Zheng Dongdong looked down at his job card, and said with a smile, "That's right, I came here for an internship, and I'm actually doing odd jobs and running errands."

He Dongchen nodded.

Looking at the tall and thin He Dongchen, Zheng Dongdong was shaken by his handsome profile, and blurted out the words in his heart: "What about you?"

"Record the program." He Dongchen simply said in shock.

"You are the unlucky one..." Zheng Dongdong suddenly silenced, his expression became weird, hesitant to speak.

Ding dong, the elevator is here.

Under the attention of the secretary, He Dongchen, who originally wanted to speak, nodded politely with Zheng Dongdong, and got off the elevator.

Zheng Dongdong watched the elevator door close, finally heaved a long sigh and said nothing.

On the other side, when He Dongchen came to the recording hall, he was dazzled by the flashing lights as soon as he entered the door. He frowned slightly, and after getting used to it for a while, he saw that the entire recording hall had been set up, and the auditorium was full of spectators, who had nothing to do because their mobile phones were confiscated, talking to each other.

In the auditorium, He Dongchen saw He Sijia's good friend, Sima Peiting, and the low-key Sima Yongqing.

The place where the two sat was inconspicuous, but the view was particularly good.

"Dongchen, you're here, go backstage and get ready." Lin Xiumei was wearing an elegant cheongsam with exquisite makeup, and she pulled He Dongchen inside.

He Dongchen glanced at Sima Yongqing one last time, turned and left.

If Sima Yongqing felt something, he cast his gaze, and only saw a tall, thin and straight back, he frowned slightly, his eyes were dark, this He Dongchen, who was stirring up trouble in He's house, could still see through the people he sent out. The person who is a prickly head.

Beside, Sima Peiting was worried: "Is Sijia really okay?"

"It's all arranged, no problem." Sima Yongqing looked determined.

Sima Peiting felt relieved when she heard the words, and hugged her uncle's arm coquettishly: "It's still my uncle who treats me well." Even her good friends took care of her like this, both arranging the show and attending in person.

Sima Yongqing smiled and said nothing, silly niece.

In the dressing room backstage, He Sijia was dressed in front of the mirror by two makeup artists. She was dressed in a white dress, soft and harmless.

He Juan was still wearing cheap clothes, and she sat on the stool awkwardly, frowning.

He Zhenglan closed his eyes and meditated, his brows were tightly knit together, and he smelled of cigarettes faintly.

"Do you need makeup?" The staff asked to interrupt He Dongchen's observation.

"No, thank you." He Dongchen shook his head.

The staff left disappointed. It's a pity that such a handsome guy can't be put on a chair and put on makeup for him.

The recording of the show starts at three o'clock, and there are ten minutes left.

He Dongchen sat alone on the sofa and waited, communicating with the system.

"The whole process is recorded, I want the most complete video."

"Okay, no problem!" The system patted its chest and said.

This program was recorded and broadcast. No matter how well He Dongchen performed on stage, he might not be able to tell what it will be after editing and broadcasting.