It's a little hard to wear this wish quickly

Chapter 71 The White Moonlight of Young Master 29
If Xu Moyun's life is "the white moonlight of the paranoid boss who died early", then Song Rin's life can be described as "when paranoid meets more paranoid".

As the saying goes, one mountain cannot tolerate two disputes, and if two disputes compete, one must be injured.

Wang Xiaodiao is like a never-tiring movable monitoring device, keeping an eye on Song Rin at all times, from asking about Song Rin's whereabouts at the beginning, to checking his mobile phone later, and finally to the point where he suspects that he is in the toilet for a while longer. Chat with other women online.

Song Rin was really bored.

The point is, who the hell are you, we have nothing to do with each other except for that wrong night.

He didn't admit it!

Ah.

What do you admit, that kind of relationship is a boyfriend and girlfriend?The little sister under the street lamp can be said to have boyfriends scattered all over the world like dandelion seeds.

The essence of a scumbag is undoubtedly revealed.

He wanted to drive Wang Xiaodiao out, but since ancient times, it has always been easier to ask God than to give it away.

Xiao Wang managed to move in with justification and integrity, and she planned to find a chance to get drunk with her sweetheart and have another sweet night with him, and it would be best if she could win the bid in one fell swoop, so that those alluring people outside would give up completely.

Men, not all of them.

Saying no, but it can't be worth the honesty of the body. As long as he does it a few more times, he will definitely not be so disgusted and resistant to himself anymore.

This is called long-term love.

It is much more reliable than love at first sight that has no emotional basis.

She thought well and had plans for the future, but the control was too strict, like a plastic bag wrapped around Song Rin, making him unable to breathe at all.

I don't know how it broke out.

That night, he was very depressed, drank some wine outside, walked on the road with his head shaking, and was hit by someone for some reason.

The man seemed to recognize him.

Also have a grudge against him.

Immediately mocked, "Hey, isn't this our famous Young Master Rin? Where did you get rich recently? Oh, look at my memory, I forgot that your little bar is still locked with a big lock, tsk tsk, it's really pitiful, if you don't If you have money, remember to tell your brother, if you don’t have too much, it’s okay to treat you to two taels of small noodles and a bowl of porridge.”

"I heard that you and your little Qingmei finally came together. Young Master Lin, your eyes have become too...too weird. As for the Miss Xu from before, everyone thought it was very good, she was beautiful and had a good figure. Well, I'm still a top student, I can play the piano well, and I will become a proper pianist in the future. But now this one, ahahaha, is actually very good, very good, you two have a deep relationship, it's not that we wait for ordinary people to start with appearance what."

"I wish the two of you will live forever and get married in the same place where you are, and you will be tied to death and have a baby early."

After speaking, he left with a smile.

While walking, he complained to the friend next to him: "Song Rin used to be a very particular person, but now he's messed up to this point, what kind of Wang Xiaodiao is, with a face painted like a gammon coconut all day long, looking at it It's just unlucky, she's still short, with her two big nostrils pulling two to five to eighty thousand, the brothers were still joking in private about who could take her in, she's a talent, she's actually digested internally!"

"Oh, you are so rare." The friend gave him a blank look, "But all green plums are prepared for bamboo horses, okk?"

"But their green plums are sweet and sour. Are his green plums already pickled? Or the ones that failed to be pickled."

"Who knows, maybe someone else will love it."

"The tortoise sees the bastard's eyes, it's fate. Speaking of which kind of man will Miss Xu be in the future to be worthy of her, at least she must be a god."

"That's needless to say! If I were Song Rin, I would have to confess. What a pity, the white moonlight I hold in my hand can make her run away, isn't it stupid?"

……

The two of them didn't care about what was behind them at all, and they were spitting out to themselves. Song Rin was holding the wine bottle, his eyes were red, his expression was cold, and his mouth was stretched into a line, like a lion who tried his best to control but was about to fall into rage.

White Moonlight...

How could he not know.

Can--

It's all Wang Xiaodiao's fault, it's all her fault, she ruined everything, his love!

hateful!

If it wasn't for being calculated, he is still with Ah Yun now, maybe next year, maybe the year after that, he will get married and have two children...

This feeling of regret, resentment, resentment and anger reached its peak when he saw Wang Xiaodiao who hurried over from the yard and kept complaining.

It's her fault!

All because of her!
He raised the wine bottle in his hand and smashed it down.

Pissed off!Pissed off!Pissed off!
Wang Xiaodiao's eyes widened and he fell to the ground, with red dripping from his head.

She didn't know what happened until she died.
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20 years later.

Song Rin returned home after a day's work, and a woman in an apron greeted her with a smile on her face, "I'm back, I prepared your favorite braised pork today, wash your hands quickly, rest for a while, and you'll be fine soon."

He yelled into the room again, "Mingxuan, go get your dad a glass of water!"

A few seconds later, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a gloomy face came out, put the cup in front of Song Rin, and said to the woman, "He's not my dad."

Turned around and entered the house.

woman:……

The smile on his face froze instantly.

He hurriedly looked at Song Rin, "Don't be angry, the child is still young, I'll talk about him later."

Song Rin was really thirsty, drank the water in one gulp, stared at the woman with sharp eyes, the woman's scalp was numb, and her fingers were shaking, "Look...see what I am doing, there is still something in my pot, Let's go to the kitchen first."

I'm leaving.

"Did you take money from your natal family again?" Although she was asking, her tone was very certain.

Woman: "I...I..."

"Are you sick? You don't know what's going on in our family? Your parents and brother have hands and feet, so why would you open your mouth to ask you if you have anything to do? Why do you want to give it to me? I'm going to work myself!"

"Where's your brain?" he yelled, "You gave them all the money, what do we eat and drink at home, and does your son still go to school?"

"Tell me, how much did you give this time?"

The woman lowered her head and wanted to shrink herself into a quail. Under the light, her side face was strangely familiar. Song Rin was stunned for a moment, and couldn't remember whose face it looked like. Looking at it felt so sour .

However, the sourness is only a second.

"Say!"

The woman trembled from being yelled at, and whispered a number.

Song Rin's eyes were about to burst.

"You really want to die!"

The woman was not stupid, she rushed into the room like a rabbit and slammed the door behind her.

no way.

If you don't escape, you will be beaten.

She knew that she shouldn't give money to her natal family, but her parents begged her so pitifully, saying that if there was no more money, the family would not be able to open the pot, crying, and her younger brother was silent by the side, completely emo, which made her heart ache.

Thinking that Song Rin was due to get paid soon, she hesitated for three seconds before agreeing.

I have gained a grateful and dependent look.

Song Rin slammed the door for a while, then kicked hard in anger, and then went to the kitchen to bring out the dishes, and poured another glass of beer. The music program was playing on the TV. When the camera turned, the one sitting in front of the white piano The figure is elegant and intellectual, the skin is fair, and the appearance is beautiful.

Deja Vu.

In the room, the woman sat on the chair with her legs crossed, and stuffed a biscuit into her mouth with a natural expression.

(End of this chapter)