The wealthy bride of the cold CEO

Chapter 99 Dirty Life

It turns out that I was never the young master.

I'm just a product of a dirty past.

The cold hands had smashed against the window involuntarily, and a spider web of broken glass was printed on the window. Blood was mixed in the glass, and the smell of blood could be smelled.Drop by drop, it dripped onto the letter, and the white and clean calla lily was stained with red blood, like a coquettishly blooming poppy.

His hands creaked, he could hear the sound of teeth colliding against teeth, his cold eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't imagine that everything written in the handbook he saw here was all fake , They all lied to him, right?

How could his noble mother cheat, how could he betray his marriage?

How could his father have no love for his wife?

Doesn't his grandfather have any emotions in his eyes other than interests?

What kind of family is he a product of land?

These are all fake, right? In his cold heart he argued for himself countless times, his cunning eyes lost focus, he couldn't argue with his words, and he made excuses.

After living for 27 years, he doesn't even know who he is. After living for so many years, he has fought for so many years. It turns out that these are not his things. What qualifications does he have to say about Wang Meixiu? He even thinks that he is not as good as Wang Meixiu. He is a product of the shadows, unable to see the light at all, with a deformed family background, how could this end?

Where should he go, the Leng Group, his dream for the first 20 years, now he doesn't even have the qualifications to be named Leng, what should his surname be?Who is his father?

The man lying in the hospital now, is he sad?Or to blame himself, he thought that the son he raised for more than 20 years turned out to be the blood of his wife's cheating, would he die in a fit of anger?

His heavy eyelids fell, and the tears slid down from the side of the high bridge of the nose like a stream of clear water. The bitter taste filled his lips, and he bit his lips desperately. This was the first time he cried so hard, he should cry ?He doesn't deserve it.

Leng Leng even felt that he was dirty and gloomy.

He is the product of derailment, the current him, thinking of this, he feels like throwing up, he is simply a Satan, a child of the devil, his blood is dirty, where should he go?

Leng Lie couldn't calm himself down, the sun shot into the room, shining brightly, tearing his eyes, on the forehead with bulging veins, his brows were tightly frowned, as if two sword eyebrows were about to lean together, unable to face himself , Even at this time, I want to dig a hole and get in.

How proud he is, but being beaten to pieces by such a tragic fact, without a good place, he is not worthy, he is not worthy to be the successor of the Leng Group, he is not worthy to have Xia Qing, he is not worthy to have so much happiness.

His mother said to go to hell, shouldn't he go to hell with him?

Why, you want to leave this handbook, why do you want to let me know this fact, why do you make me feel that I am so dirty, Leng Leng smashed his fist on the glass window again, the glass shattered to the ground, and sent out The crisp sound is like beautiful music.

Zhang's mother downstairs heard the sound, but she didn't dare to speak. Today's coldness doesn't like to be disturbed, so she didn't dare to ask more. In such a big family, she knew and pretended not to know.

He took out the lighter, and a bright flame lit up. His cold, blood-stained hands picked up the notebook, and lit its corners. The flames spread everywhere, and the first page was burned to ashes. Slowly, the white smoke The attic was filled with smoke, almost making people cough non-stop, but Leng Leng didn't respond at all.

The nerves in his body have been withdrawn, like a wooden rag doll that has lost its soul, his eyes are staring blankly at a delicate handbook, it is slowly exhausted in the iron box, and there is no trace of it , In the broken window, there was a gust of wind, and the wind blew up the ashes. The black ashes were like a kind of past, and the ashes were wiped out, but the letter in my heart cannot be shaken away in this life.