Chapter 905: How could she come to see herself except in a dream
Huo Hanzhang leaned on the small bar and shook the wine glass in his hand, his eyes that had always been piercing were a little drunk. Vertices
"I used to think about relying on my own ability to get rid of the aura brought by the Huo family."
Huo Hanhuan sat on the single sofa opposite him, also lazy.
"That's why you want to join the army at all costs."
It is said that the son is better than the father.
But the Huo family is different.
Huo Rinshen gave Ruan Qing all the tenderness of his life and implemented a free-range policy for the two brothers.
As the eldest son, Huo Hanhuan has an innate responsibility, so he will naturally enter the Huo family step by step and control the entire Huo family.
Huo Hanzhang is different.
He is a young son, he doesn't have so many burdens on his body, he has been unrestrained since he was a child, but wherever he goes, some people will say that he is the second young master of the Huo family, he can do nothing, but he can have what others can't use for a lifetime.
No matter how hard you try, no one else can see it.
Thereupon.
Suddenly, one day, the second young master of the Huo family, who loved to play basketball in school and had the best academic performance, enlisted in the army.
And it's hidden from everyone.
Except, of course, Huo Hanhuan.
Because, for fear of special treatment, Huo Hanzhang used a pseudonym, which was operated by Huo Hanhuan.
It wasn't until he later became a veritable king of soldiers after he joined the special forces that he reverted to his real name.
Since then, no one has said that the second young master of the Huo family has risen to prominence by relying on the protection of the family.
However, after Ruan Qing knew all this, the two brothers were beaten and wrote a review, which reluctantly exchanged for Ruan Qing's forgiveness.
Huo Hanzhang smiled bitterly, "But now someone is telling me that I am not from the Huo family." It's fucking uncomfortable. ”
Took a heavy sip of wine.
The spicy spicy spicy entered his abdomen, stimulating his nerves and gradually spreading to the entire ribcage.
"You belong to the Huo family, there is no doubt about it." Huo Han's handsome face was not shocked, as if he was talking about what the weather was like today.
Such a firm tone made Huo Hanzhang's heart no longer so uncomfortable.
"You'll always be my brother."
"Nonsense!"
"Yes...... If ......"
"There are no ifs." Huo Hanhuan interrupted him, "Huo Hanzhang, you are the god of war of the North Central Military Region, are you also such a mother-in-law on the battlefield?" ”
"Of course not!"
The god of war of the North Central Military Region, these words were exchanged for his life.
"There are a lot of doubts about this matter, but the only thing I don't doubt is that you, Huo Hanzhang, are two hundred percent my Huo Hanhuan's own brother!"
Huo Hanhuan got up from the sofa and walked in front of Huo Hanzhang.
Brothers, standing side by side.
The colored light of the small bar slowly fell on the two of them.
Under the halo, the sculptural facial features of the two have a five-six point similarity.
Especially the corners of the mouth are exactly the same.
"Mom and Dad also firmly believe that you are their biological son."
And, even if not?
As long as they think it is, it's fine.
"Ever since I was a child, you have always been my umbrella." Huo Hanzhang took the wine glass and gently touched the wine glass in Huo Hanhuan's hand.
Brotherhood is all in wine.
Huo Hanzhang knew that he could do everything he wanted so freely because he had a good brother.
"Stinky boy, just let me write a few reviews."
Huo Hanzhang chuckled, "Over the years, it's really hard for you." ”
"If you know, it's good."
Ruan Qing has always been unable to let go of Huo Hanzhang's decision to become a soldier, especially after entering the special forces unit, he is even more worried every day.
But whenever Huo Hanzhang had a stir, Huo Hanhuo, who had single-handedly sent him to be a soldier, became the target of venting.
A review of as few as a few thousand words and as many as tens of thousands of words, I don't know how many letters I have written over the years.