Dirty Games

"Boy, I ask you, who is your father?" He grabbed his shoulder in a somewhat sinister tone, but his eyes were soft.

"My father, don't you know?" Han Han's heart hits her throat.

"Don't pretend, you know, you must know!" His voice was shaking and he couldn't calm down.

How can he not know that he is his father?

"I don't understand what you mean. I have only one father. My father's name is Qin junran." He said it clearly and forcefully, word by word.

There was a flash of anger in Lu Haoyang's dark ice eyes, but it disappeared in a second. He opened his arms and took him into his arms. "You are not his son, but my son, my son You are still here. I have not lost you, I have not lost you... "

He kept mumbling like a demon. His eyes turned red again. A tear fell down and broke on Han Han's shoulder. The hot heat seemed to scald him and make him tremble gently.

Just then, the bathroom door was pushed open.

Jing Xiaomeng rushes in and hears ya ya say that Han Han has fallen into the swimming pool. Lu Haoyang takes him to the bathroom to take a bath to get rid of the cold. She is scared and runs back crazy.

She wanted to stop the terrible scene from happening, but when she saw Doudou's clean face, she knew it was too late.

Lu Qiming knows that once in the bathroom, Han Han's life experience will be exposed.

But he didn't intend to stop him. His son has been kept in the drum like this. It's really pathetic.

If it's Santa Claus's plan to reunite father and son, he'd better comply with the destiny.

Jingxiaomeng stupidly stands in the bathroom door, the muscles of the whole body are stiff in an instant.

Her feet seemed to be nailed to the floor, and she couldn't even make a small step forward.

It seemed that there was an atomic bomb in her head, which exploded all the brain cells. She couldn't make any reaction or think any more. She just stood still and looked at her father and son.

The bathroom was suddenly as silent as death, and almost everyone's heart beat could be heard.

"Mommy!" Yaya's small voice came from the silence, breaking the ice.

Lu Haoyang turned his head and took a look at Jing Xiaomeng. His anger returned to his face.

He gives Han Han to his father, and then rushes to him. Like an eagle twisting a chicken, he picks up Jing Xiaomeng and goes into the study.

With a bang, the door was kicked in the violence.

He threw her on the sofa with a jerk.

She retreated in panic, trying to hide herself in the sofa, but there was no way to hide. She just curled up like a shrimp.

She grabbed the pillow next to her and held it up as if it were a shield that could protect her from the terrible attacks of the people in front of her.

Lu Haoyang's face is fierce and his eyes are ferocious. The muscles on his face are twisted and deformed. He is full of the breath of storm. "Jingxiaomeng, I ask you, whose children are Ya Ya and Han Han

She opened her eyes wide and looked at him in dismay and pain. Her face was as white as paper, her eyes were dim, and a kind of expression that was close to fear and shrunk appeared on her face.

She opened her mouth slightly and wanted to speak, but she didn't make any sound for a long time. Only her lips vibrated soundlessly and violently.

She felt as weak as a cotton ball with no strength.

Lu Haoyang's breath is more rapid, his eyes are more sinister, his face is more ferocious, his eyebrows are twisted together fiercely, just like an enraged lion, he can tear her to pieces at any time.

"How long are you going to cheat me?"

He stares at her fiercely, rudely and hoarsely.

Her eyes, full of panic and panic, kept enlarging in front of his eyes Zoom in Zoom in It seemed to fill the whole study and cover up all the furniture.

For countless nights, she imagined the day in her heart, imagining his reaction to the truth, knowing that he would be angry, angry, and would want to kill her.

But I didn't expect that day would come so quickly, which caught her by surprise.

Her throat was spasmodic, and she swallowed several saliva, and then she reluctantly spat out three words: "I'm sorry..."

He went to the window and opened it to cool his swollen and feverish brain.

He inhaled heavily and exhaled heavily, trying to calm his emotions, so as not to hurt her.

No matter how angry, angry and angry he could not hurt her at all.

"The child did not miscarry?"

"No, I Let the doctor lie. " She heard her voice weak, powerless and desolate.

His lips floating a strange expression, like a bitter smile, like bitter astringency, "why did I do a paternity test, the child and I have no blood relationship?""My brother changed his hair for the neighbor's child." Her voice was as low as a mosquito.

He bit his teeth, as if out of control, rushed to her and grabbed her by the shoulder. "You took them and fled to America, and I lost the qualification to be a father. I didn't see them born, I didn't hear them babbling, I couldn't teach them how to walk and learn. You've been hiding my child and letting another man take my place. They regard him as a father, refuse to recognize me and treat me as a stranger... "

He growled hoarsely, the louder his voice was, the more painful he was, the more angry he was.

Every word is like firecrackers in her ears, she felt that her ears were almost fried numb, eardrums were almost broken.

Her heart filled with a stream of pain, tears no longer control, crazy burst out, "if I did not let the doctor hide the truth, if I did not escape to the United States, Murong Yanyan will continue to harm them, I am afraid they will have been killed, how can they be born safe and sound?"

She covered her face and wailed. Many grievances, indignation, helplessness and the heavy burden she shouldered were surging towards her like a tide.

He let go of her and sat down on the sofa, his face blue, white and red.

His hands clung to the armrest of the sofa, tightly clenched, and his fingertips were all sunk in, as if to transfer his feeling that he was about to lose control.

"I don't blame you for escaping to the United States or cheating on my miscarriage. But after you came back, why didn't you tell me the truth and lied to me? They were Qin junran's children? Isn't it enough that you punished me for four years? "

His eyes were covered with blood, and his voice was bitter and shrill, as if a wounded beast were crying in the dying.

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