Sir, I will not marry!

Chapter 239 Take My Daughter As A Toy

Shen Lingye did not push the door in a hurry and walked into the lounge indicated by Xia Mo.

He stood still at the door and spent some time recalling what happened that night 22 years ago, from He Wanyun pushing the door and entering the rental house where he and his mother lived, to his mother screaming to death in pain.

That woman with a ferocious face in the past was the main theme of Shen Lingye's nightmares for many years. She was stripped of her hypocritical body by him in the room next to the wall, waiting for his trial.

At this moment, 22 years of hatred surged in Shen Lingye's heart, and suddenly he stopped barking his teeth and claws. They converged into a thicker and stronger current, hidden in the depths of the calm sea, calm but powerful.

It was an emotion that had been divorced from emotion, and it was the hatred engraved in Shen Lingye's bones.

Shen Lingye took a deep breath, his eyes were clear, and then he opened the door and went in.

In the room, He Wanyun curled up on a chair by herself, with her back hunched, her head bowed, not knowing what to think.

Her hair was messy and her eyes were loose, as if she had aged ten years in an instant.

The sound of the door opening made her raise her head. She saw a strange face and sneered, "Who are you? Why, Xia Mo, you don't think the Song family is shameful enough?"

Shen Lingye closed the door, walked straight in front of He Wanyun, and said in a deep voice, "I am the one you say is the benefactor who takes care of your daughter."

Shen Lingye didn't even think that in front of this former enemy, he would introduce his identity like this.

It was also at this moment that Shen Lingye realized that he was actually very concerned about what happened that night on the fifth floor of WAST.

In other words: He cared very much about Jiang Xiaonuan's tears that night.

He Wanyun was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at the man in front of her again, and then she burst out laughing, leaning forward and backward, almost exhausting all her strength, and it took half a minute before she recovered, looked at Shen Lingye and said: "I, He Wanyun, really went back more and more! What's the matter, that little bitch Jiang Xiaonuan is looking for you—"

"what--"

Halfway through He Wanyun's words, she stopped abruptly, and her tone changed into a sharp scream.

Shen Lingye lifted her foot and kicked on the chair He Wanyun was sitting on. He Wanyun was a girl, how could she have such good reflexes, and she fell to the ground with the chair directly.

Shen Lingye looked down at her from above, with a cold expression, "Say it again, what is Jiang Xiaonuan?"

Jiang Xiaonuan's crying and tears that night resurfaced in Shen Lingye's mind.She is so sad and painful, and the root of everything is this woman.

There is always someone who has to pay for her tears and sadness.

He Wanyun has been strong for most of her life, and today she was tossed like this by a junior. She had a conditioned reflex to curse, but she raised her eyes to meet Shen Lingye's cold eyes, and the curse reached her throat, and she was stuck again.

He Wanyun snorted coldly and got up from the ground.She raised her chin, retaining the last bit of dignity, "Am I wrong? If not, do you really regard that little girl as your girlfriend? Or do you plan to marry her?"

Shen Lingye was silent.

His silence completely released the madness in He Wanyun's eyes. She stood up on the chair, looked at the man in front of her precariously, stretched out her vermilion finger, and poked Shen Lingye's chest.

"Hmph, for men like you who have a bit of skill and background, after all, marrying a wife is like buying something. How can a woman who is worthless be willing to buy it back? After all, why don't you use my daughter as a toy? ?”

(End of this chapter)