Sir Ares,Goodnight!

In Zhan hanjue's heart, five tastes are mixed.

His mother and zhanting city's constant love in this life filled his heart with soft warmth.

He thought of him and Zhengling. In his whole life, he was determined to spend the rest of his life with Zhengling.

He as like as two peas in battle city.

For a moment, he had a longing that he was the crystallization of the love between zhanting city and his mother.

He stood up and walked slowly to the stairway.

Zhan tingcheng holds his beloved woman and looks at Zhan hanjue jealously. Filled with righteous indignation, "Zhan hanjue, you are as cold-blooded and merciless as he is."

Zhan hanjue ignored Zhan tingcheng. Instead, he squatted down and asked his mother in a soft voice“ Tell me, do you love the man in front of you? "

The woman nodded. Maybe it's touching the heartstrings, women's tears.

"He's the only man I've ever loved in my life. Don't embarrass him, son

Zhan hanjue had a look of pain in his eyes. His voice was low and he was oppressed. "Then tell me, whose son am I?"

This problem made the woman suddenly out of control, and her face became ferocious and twisted. The hatred in the fundus of the eye is just like the swelling agent meeting water.

Zhan tingcheng held her tightly and yelled at Zhan hanjue, "don't be so cruel, OK? I spent my whole life to cure her pain, but you beat her back and let her fall into hell. How can you be so cruel? "

Zhan hanjue muttered, "I'm sorry."

The woman suddenly grasped the arm of Han Han Jue, because her fingertips were embedded in his skin, and a little blood was infiltrated.

"It's the old man. He is a gentleman of good looks. It was he who violated me on my wedding night. He's a beast! He ruined the beautiful future of me and court city. " The woman was accusing the man of his sin.

Zhan hanjue closed his eyes and hid his shock in his eyes.

He stood up trembling, his mind is clearly a mess. But it happened that in this mess, he caught a very clear clue.

His real father is the old man.

He is not his grandson, but his son.

Zhan hanjue was completely hit by his dirty birth. Out of his wits, he went downstairs. In the bath downstairs, he soaked for a long time.

He is a person with obsessive-compulsive cleanliness, and how much he dislikes himself when he learns that his life experience is so unbearable. No one knows.

He lay in the water, the water level was getting higher and higher, and his body gradually sank into the water.

His consciousness began to blur——

Some selected and forgotten fragments suddenly emerge from the complicated pictures.

The innocent voice of Zheng Ling suddenly rang out in his ear: "brother, what is Bagui? Why do they say the old man is picking up dust? "

"Zheng Ling, stop talking."

"What's the matter with you, brother?"

"Zheng Ling, it turns out that the old man is my own father."

"Ah?" Yan Zhengling's beautiful eyes were full of shock.

He was stabbed by her surprise. He said: "Yan Zhengling, you know how unbearable my birth is now. I'm not worthy of you. You go."

"I'm not going... Brother, please don't want me." Zheng Ling hugs him tightly with her naughty strength.

That winter, so cold, the sky with snow, the water in the pool formed a thick layer of ice. In the cold basement, his body seemed to freeze. The cold made his whole body tremble.

But Zheng Ling is to use her naughty strength, hold him tightly, with her small but extraordinary perseverance, let his cold heart melt a little bit.

"Brother, no matter you are poor or rich, good or bad, healthy or sick, happy or sad, I will love you unreservedly, love you, depend on you, help each other, and never leave you forever."