Chapter 370: Enough is enough, he doesn't want to listen anymore 6
Shi Feiyan was already sitting on the chair next to him and couldn't move. His eyes looked at Xinhan. At that moment, there was only one consciousness in his mind: his woman, Xinhan, was his sister.
His sister was not his biological sister in the first place!
So as soon as that spiritual grace appeared, and even when the paternity test certificates were placed in front of him, he just thought it was extremely ridiculous.
But the snowy night Xinhan described was so similar to the snowy night he had experienced.
Could it be that she is his sister![
If Xinhan is his own sister... God! What has Shi Feiyan done?
He first raped his sister, then impregnated her with a child, and finally locked her with him, and now he is still in love...
Shi Feiyan found it difficult to accept the fact that although they were not related by blood at all, the younger sister was the younger sister and the elder brother was the elder brother. How could a brother and a younger sister love each other?
NO!NO!NO!
His thinking is very traditional, and he cannot accept such a thing, even if there is no blood relationship, he cannot accept such a fact.
Shi Feiyan lay weakly on the soft chair and made a stop gesture to Hong Wu. That's enough, that's enough. He didn't want to listen anymore. At this moment, his black eyes were full of pain.
He tilted his head, feeling sad in his heart.
The atmosphere in the room was very depressing, as if it had not flowed for a long time.
He walked over and waited for Hong Wu to do something to Xinhan again. After Xinhan fell asleep, he held Xinhan in his trembling hands and strode back to the bedroom.
Then, he grabbed his coat and walked into the garage.
A moment later, a pure black Bentley rushed out of the garage, like a crazy black panther at night, driving towards No. 521 Sakura Road at an unprecedented speed under the cover of night.
Shi Feiyan was holding the steering wheel with one hand and resting his head on the other hand. His mind was agitated and confused.
He longed for the answer, but was afraid of the answer.
My heart is full of struggle!
Nothing has ever been as out of line as this one, completely out of his control, and he feels more confused than ever before.
How long does it take to get from Mansion No. 8 to the cold home at No. 521 Yinghua Road?
It seemed to be only half an hour, but Shi Feiyan spent a full two hours, and at an absolutely unprecedented speed.
However, he sometimes rushed forward and sometimes backed up, circling the entire city several times before he stopped in front of the gate of the long-uninhabited villa with trembling hands holding the steering wheel.
Shi Feiyan staggered out of the Bentley, the night wind making him shiver.[
It's not the coldness of the wind, but the coldness of the heart, from head to toe, stimulated by an unacceptable fact.
With his cold hands, he closed the car door with obvious dejection.
Then, he crossed the high wall and walked into his original home.
There is no dust in the house, and Shi Feiyan has it cleaned every week.
He walked into Xinhan's bedroom familiarly, turned on the light, scanned and rummaged around, and finally found the old cotton-padded jacket that Xinhan had mentioned. The purple-red cotton-padded jacket was very dazzling, very dazzling, and extremely dazzling.
He remembers this cotton-padded jacket, he remembers this small purple-red cotton-padded jacket. His sister was wrapped in this small cotton-padded jacket back then.