The best young master Gu spoils his little wife

Chapter 73 Selfish People Don't Deserve Love
Zheng Lang stared at his feet motionless, letting the blood flow down the brows, and tightly pursed his lips. His emotions seemed to explode in the next second, but he held back after all, "Lai Lai is in the Zhang family after all. After living for more than 20 years, how can Song Yunqian catch up with this kind of family affection, I don't think there is any need to change the marriage partner..."

Zheng Guangyun slapped the table and stood up, pointing at his nose and cursing angrily: "What is your identity, dare to dictate my decision? You see that you have lived too peacefully these years, don't forget that I brought you back back then. For what, you just need to keep yourself safe and do what you should do, what you shouldn't think about, don't even think about it!"

His voice was like a bell, echoing in the study room was more suffocating than a spell, densely packed, Zheng Lang was a little out of breath, even his footsteps were vain, and the eyes he looked at that person gradually became cold, without any emotion. emotion.

Seeing that he did not refute, Zheng Guangyun became less angry, and ordered: "Pick up the things."

Zheng Lang bent down slightly, his back was still stiff, and he picked up the documents on the ground one by one, his movements seemed to slow down infinitely.

"The Zhang family will bring Song Yunqian over tomorrow. You don't have to go to the company after you prepare." After finishing speaking, Zheng Guangyun was not in the mood to deal with business, and left with a snort.

His fingers gradually closed, crumpling the documents. Zheng Lang's eyes were unprecedentedly cold, colder than Xuanbing.

Zheng Lang was absent from the dinner, he needed to calm down, so he locked himself in the room, thinking about some problems, the night outside was very cold, it was already autumn, he always felt a bit piercing, it was pitch black outside the window, not a single star, It was clearly the prelude to the approaching storm.

He took a sip of the cold wine, and the strong stimulation almost paralyzed his brain, as if the alcohol would spread all over his body as soon as he swallowed it.

Whiskey is a very strong alcohol. Its name is "usquebaugh-baul", which is derived from Gaelic and means "a kind of water that is harmful to life". If it exceeds a certain dose, it will be life-threatening, but This kind of wine is always sought after by people, which makes people want to stop.

Its intensity is enough to make a person stop breathing and make people hover on the verge of death.

He raised his head and drank it down, let go of his fingers, and the wine glass shattered on the ground. He stepped on the shards and walked to the window. His consciousness was already a little blurred. He stubbornly pushed the window open to let the cold wind blow in, trying to wake up his numb senses .

The phone in his trouser pocket was vibrating, and he turned it out stiffly, "Hello, who is it?"

"It's me." Song Yunqian's thin voice came from the other end of the phone, obviously in a good mood, "We will meet tomorrow, Alang."

Zheng Lang's blood color faded at that moment, and he stood stiffly, motionless.

"Hehe..." Song Yunqian chuckled, "Didn't expect that in such a dramatic scene, you desperately wanted to avoid me, but you had to marry me."

"what do you really want."

"I don't want to do anything, but suddenly I really want to know how you feel when you hear this, haha..." After Song Yunqian laughed, her voice was cold, "I can't think of it anyway in these years. People who deliberately ignore and forget are about to enter your life suddenly, are you caught off guard?"

Zheng Lang tightly clenched his fingers on the window sill, narrowed his eyes, his brows were as sharp as a sword, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"How come you don't know what I'm talking about? You should know the best. You pretended not to know me at school. Unfortunately, no matter what, you would never have imagined that Zhang Lailai and I would be as close as I am. Human-like." Song Yunqian's voice was full of joy, a sense of revenge, "Because of my relationship in those years, you didn't dare to have anything to do with Zhang Lailai, you were afraid that I would recognize you and tell the secret, Is it right."

Zheng Lang was silent for a while, and his voice became a little colder, "So, did you deliberately get close to Zhang Lailai back then?"

"Hehe, of course, I know that once I become friends with her, you will be alienated. I just don't want you to be with her. This is the most direct and effective way." Song Yunqian's voice changed, "You and her After she is together, wherever there is me, you will deliberately avoid it, does my existence make you feel like you are sitting on pins and needles?"

"Song Yunqian."

"You don't have to be so angry. We are all the same kind of people. Selfish people don't deserve love. This is your retribution. What do you think?"

On top of the whiskey, even the sight was a little blurry, Zheng Lang's eyes were bloodshot, he stared straight at a certain place, and said in a dead voice, "I'm different from you."

"Then show me the difference. I'm looking forward to meeting you tomorrow, Young Master Zheng." Song Yunqian's voice was poisonous, and she hung up the phone with a smile.

Zheng Lang closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, like a wolf hiding in the dark, holding back, waiting until it erupts, it can only be destroyed.He smashed the wine bottle, and the cold wine spilled on him. He was in such a state of embarrassment that he knelt down on the ground, unable to breathe.

There was still the wooden box given to him by Zhang Lailai on the table. He hadn't had time to open it when he got home, but at this moment he was eager to know what was inside and what she was thinking.

My body was paralyzed by alcohol, I stumbled every step I took, glass shards stuck in my knees, and I couldn't feel the pain anymore, even my heart was numb, let alone my body?

The key was only the size of a finger, and it opened after several times. He couldn't see clearly, and squinted his eyes. The box was full of paintings. He took them all out and flipped through them one by one, his fingers trembling.

Who is it, who always secretly follows him with a drawing board, and when he turns to look at her, he will be surprised and delighted immediately.

Who is always sitting behind him, not looking at the blackboard, just staring at the back of his head and giggling.

Who is it, who always accompany him to read and write in the middle of the night, and has never complained or regretted.

And who is it that has been consistent for eight years, making people feel distressed...

My heart started to ache violently, and I could hardly grasp the drawing paper. A hot tear dripped on the paper, falling into the eyes of the painter, and slowly sliding down, as if weeping.

He clenched his fingers into a fist and slammed it on the table, venting his anger as if he didn't know the pain.

The desk lamp on the table was smashed by him, it flickered twice, and the room was plunged into darkness, and nothing could be seen.

Someone knocked on the door, "Master? What's wrong with you?"

All the strength in his body was exhausted, so he could only allow himself to slide down and sit on the cold ground.

To his young master of the Zheng family, to his marriage.

At the last moment when he lost consciousness, Song Yunqian's cold voice still echoed in his ears: Selfish people don't deserve love, this is your retribution, what do you think?
(End of this chapter)