[69 Book Bar - www.] Xu Shi scolded quickly, He Yi swallowed his saliva and continued to rage, "I have long heard that you are ruthless and will do whatever it takes to get benefits. Sure enough, people who hang out in the mall are inhumane! Xiaohan, he
What a good kid he is, working hard for the job he likes, and what a difficult job the police are, he has devoted almost his entire life! But you, you vicious person, deprived him of it without mercy.
His life! Your methods are too despicable! If there is anything wrong with Xiaohan, I will never be done with you!"
With such endless curses, He Yi burst into tears. Her pair of eyes filled with heavy mist, together with her white hand pointing at Ling Yansen's face, were like the final verdict in the court, announcing that Ling Yansen had committed a capital crime.
Ling Yansen was like an instrument frozen in time and space. He had no time to be surprised because as early as He Yi blurted out that Jiang Henhan was his brother, he could no longer move.
Jiang Henhan is his brother?
What a joke of the century.
Therefore, his life, which had never been warm to begin with, began a new round of subversion when He Yi irresponsibly dropped these explosive words. Just like when Xu Suyun used motherly love to hang him, seduce him, and force him
Revenge is the same as the Duan family.
With his dark and boundless eyes, he looked far away at the dense iron net-like sky. For a moment, Ling Yansen felt that his life was like hanging on a net, with a raging fire burning underneath, and he was just a dead one.
In the fish, He Yi and Xu Suyun are like chefs, they are making a delicious dish called Teppanyaki.
After so many years, why has his life been so absurd? Who is he? What wonderful stories are hidden in He Yi's words? Is he a bastard, a villain, or a bastard that shouldn't exist?
Ling Yansen just stood like that, with He Yi's harsh curses beside him like a symphony. He listened to the various extreme curses hurled at him by this person who was most likely his biological mother, and smiled.
But that ethereal and lonely smile, in Qingwu's opinion, was uglier than crying.
Like Ling Yansen, Qing Wu was also shocked by He Yi's explosive words. From the moment He Yi started scolding, her eyes were drawn from the dying Jiang Henhan to Ling Yansen.
She looked at Ling Yansen, who was even more withered than a rotten tree, and felt an unprecedented hesitation in her heart. It seemed that she was simply hesitating for him.
Qing Wu didn't know that when one person is hesitant for another person, in other words, it means worrying, caring, and caring.
What happened next went very quickly. The ambulance came soon. The unconscious Jiang Henhan was put on a stretcher and carried away by the emergency personnel who were busy but methodical. He Yi stared at Ling Yansen coldly, with that look,
Hateful and unfamiliar, she soon followed him into the ambulance.
Qing Wu was dumbfounded and looked at the empty ground next to her where Jiang Henhan was walking, as if nothing had happened. When she turned around, she couldn't help but look back and take a deep look at the person standing in front of the pit.
Ling Yansen, who was silent and taciturn, lowered his head and had a pair of deep eyes.
As the sun set, the dim light stretched his already slender figure even more slender. In her field of vision, his thin figure quickly merged with the green and black hills where he reached out. She didn't know which one
More lonely.
After all, she couldn't bring herself to abandon him simply. She raised her legs and took a step, but only took two steps closer to him.
Two steps were enough, and you could smell the strong and gloomy aura emanating from his body.
She raised her head but didn't look at him. Her voice was very soft and thin, as gentle and graceful as her white face. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say to make him no longer so sad.
"...Ling Yansen, Jiang Henhan has a serious heart disease. He..."
"This, his mother, the lady just now, seems to have said it." Ling Yansen didn't even raise his eyes, and his shiny Italian leather shoes moved slightly. Qing Wu looked carefully and saw that the trend was retreating.
She was stunned, her eyes were a little lost, and she nodded, regardless of whether he could see it or not. She raised her feet to turn around, and he suddenly spoke, his voice very hasty, just like his hesitant and hasty outline, "Ah Wu, can you... stay here?" Come down and just stay with me?"
He lowered his head, and the light was so complicated that Qingwu couldn't see his eyes clearly. She could only see the two eyelashes that were rapidly fluttering in a futile attempt to hold on.
His eyes got wet silently.
His appearance and tone were indescribable. If she had to use a word to describe it, it would probably be a hard and rough pain that would make her heart ache, like being pierced and tied by an iron cable.
Like a beggar on the roadside begging. The arrogant Ling Yansen was so dilapidated that he was as lonely as a child who had been wandering for too long and wanted to hide in a harbor to avoid the wind and rain.
Ayan, forgive me for being helpless. I know what He Yi said was a big blow to you, but the situation is so confusing. Who knows what she meant. Compared with your complicated mood, Jiang Henhan's life seems to be more complicated. for important.
Qingwu turned around anyway.
All that was left was an inaudible, "I'm sorry."
Ling Yansen smiled, curled his lips and gave a faint smile. It was not a simple sneer, but the most straightforward self-deprecation. Ah Wu, what are you sorry for? There is no need to be sorry. You should just go with it. You have your choice, right?
But he had to admit that compared to the huge waves that He Yi stirred up in his heart, Qing Wu's not so cool turn was his fatal injury, which made him suffer from death and death, and caused him fatal despair.
Almost at the same time as the ambulance left the cemetery, Xu Suyun's car drove in.
The cemetery staff hurried out of the lounge when they heard the sound of the ambulance. They looked like they didn't know the details. Xu Suyun shook her head and couldn't figure out the reason, so she ordered the old housekeeper, "Drive up and go to the cemetery." The young master’s grave.”
When she arrived at Xu Tianjue's tomb and saw the large coffin lying alone on the green grass, and Ling Yansen standing next to the coffin with a dead expression on his face, Xu Suyun frowned and slowed down.
But no matter how slow she walked, she still quickly reached Ling Yansen in such a short distance.
She didn't know why, but she didn't dare to look directly at her son, or rather, he was a bastard who had been raised by others and not treated well for many years.
Ling Yansen didn't move, his mouth was like a dried up river bed, "Mother, I want to know what Jiang Henhan's mother meant?"
He Yi was a little excited, or a little guilty, "What do you mean?"