Not long ago, Chen Mo had just called to say that he was coming back. Even if the police knew that they were going to arrest him, they should have hidden in the dark and waited for him to come back. There was no need for them to send someone with a huge difference in height and appearance to pretend to be his son.
Chen Weiguo had his suspicions because he suddenly saw Chen Mo's huge difference in appearance. Now that he thought about it, the person in front of him could really be his son, Chen Mo.
However, looking at Chen Mo's body that was a head taller and much stronger than before, Chen Weiguo was still hesitant.
At this moment, Zhang Huilan, who had been behind Chen Weiguo all this time, suddenly nudged his back and said softly.
"Weiguo, he should be our son."
Hearing this, Chen Mo was overjoyed. In the end, it was still his mother who understood him. Although his father couldn't recognize him, his mother was still able to recognize him. This made Chen Mo feel quite comforted in his heart, but he heard Zhang Huilan continue.
"When he rolls his eyes at you, he looks exactly the same as Chen Mo in the past!"
Chen Mo couldn't help but roll his eyes again. My dear mother, how did you recognize me?
"Weiguo, look, it's exactly the same!"
Naturally, Chen Weiguo also saw Chen Mo rolling his eyes. The father and son had similar temperaments and were both very stubborn. If Chen Weiguo didn't like Chen Mo, he would directly scold him. Chen Mo usually didn't talk back, but he also wouldn't listen obediently. Under normal circumstances, he would roll his eyes and pretend that he didn't hear anything. Every time, Chen Weiguo would be very angry.
However, in the past, Chen Weiguo would usually scold Chen Mo because he was obsessed with training, fighting, and throwing knives. Later, he found that Chen Mo was different. His physical fitness was comparable to that of a top athlete, and he could learn things quickly. Chen Weiguo thought that Chen Mo had been taken in as a disciple by a martial arts master and learned peerless martial arts. From then on, he rarely scolded him. Instead, he strongly supported Chen Mo's "martial arts career."
After being reminded by his wife, Chen Weiguo looked at the way Chen Mo rolled his eyes. It was exactly the same as before.
However, looking at Chen Mo's completely different figure and appearance, Chen Weiguo still had some doubts.
Seeing that Chen Weiguo still didn't believe his identity, Chen Mo had no choice but to use his trump card.
Giving Chen Weiguo a deep look, Chen Mo said in his heart, 'I'm sorry!'
"Dad, when I was six years old, you took me out on a bike. In the end, my foot got stuck in the wheel."
Zhang Huilan nodded.
"There is such a thing. I remember that the injury was very serious at that time, and it took a long time for the swelling to heal."
At this moment, Chen Weiguo's expression was a little strange. He looked at Chen Mo as if he wanted to say something.
Chen Mo continued when he saw that Chen Weiguo was still unsure of his identity.
"At that time, my foot got stuck in the wheel. You found that you couldn't push it, so you stood up and tried to push it!"
Following Chen Mo's words, Chen Weiguo finally confirmed that the person in front of him was his son, Chen Mo. This was because only the two of them knew about this matter. At that time, in order to hide this matter, Chen Weiguo had to threaten and bribe Chen Mo. It wasn't easy for him to get Chen Mo to help him keep this secret.
Just as he completely let go of his suspicions, Zhang Huilan, who was behind him and originally had a kind expression, gradually changed her expression. She looked at Chen Weiguo with a frosty expression.
"Chen Weiguo, you bastard! I was wondering why Chen Mo was so badly injured at that time. So it was because of you! You even said that he was careless! "
Although Zhang Huilan usually listened to Chen Weiguo's words, when she really got angry, Chen Weiguo also had to give in to her.
Seeing that the secret that had been hidden for many years was being exposed, Chen Weiguo's mind raced. When he saw Chen Mo standing at the door, his eyes lit up. He immediately waved his hand to interrupt Zhang Huilan and scolded.
"What's the fuss about? Our son is back! What could be more important than this! "
Chen Weiguo's trick succeeded in diverting Zhang Huilan's attention. Following that, the 'return of a wandering son' finally returned to normal. Chen Weiguo's mother took Chen Mo's hand and sat down on the sofa. After a series of questions, Chen Weiguo asked the question in his heart.
"What's with your height and body shape? What kind of martial arts has the ability to grow? Eight Desolations and Six Directions, I, the Unique Technique? "
When Chen Mo heard this, he could not help but roll his eyes. This martial arts fan of his father really thought of himself as a martial arts master. He even mentioned the Eight Barren Six Directions Technique.
However, Chen Mo's ability to travel through time was really too incredible. Chen Mo did not intend to explain in detail to his parents. Instead, he said directly.
"You'll know in a while."
Seeing Chen Mo's confused face, Chen Mo smiled slightly and said.
"I found a way to cure Grandpa!"
"What?!"
"Really?"
Chen Weiguo and Zhang Huilan could not help but exclaim at the same time. Chen Mo was still alive and had now returned to them. Their only regret now was that Chen Jingde was still unconscious. Chen Mo's words could not help but lift their spirits.
Chen Mo's extraordinary performance in front of them made them believe that since Chen Mo said that, there should be a way to cure Chen Jingde. How could they not be happy?
Chen Mo nodded, stood up from the sofa, and walked directly to the bedroom next to the closed door.
Chen Weiguo and Zhang Huilan saw this and quickly stood up and followed Chen Mo.
Chen Mo pushed open the door and a familiar sleeping figure came into sight. Chen Mo saw it.
Chen Jingde was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. His face was still covered by a respirator mask. His chest slowly rose and fell with the operation of the respirator.
More than four months had passed and Chen Jingde's condition had already stabilized. Although he was still unconscious and could not breathe on his own, he did not need to stay in the hospital all the time.
Considering that there would be as little suspicion as possible when he treated Chen Jingde in the future, Chen Mo had already asked Jarvis to let Chen Weiguo bring the old man back.
The couple also quit their jobs and stayed at home to take care of the bedridden Chen Jingde. At the same time, they retired in advance.
Chen Mo left them a large sum of money before he left. It was enough for Chen Jingde's hospitalization and their living expenses. In addition to the compensation for the plane crash, the two of them resigned and stayed at home to take care of Chen Jingde. They were not worried about arousing suspicion.
After Chen Mo entered the room, Chen Weiguo and Zhang Huilan followed closely behind. Chen Mo glanced at the window and then went forward to draw the curtains. Chen Weiguo immediately closed the door and looked expectantly at Chen Mo, who was standing in front of Chen Jingde. How would he wake the old man up? Acupuncture? Internal strength? One Yang Finger? Or the legendary Recover Pill that could bring the dead back to life?
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