Thinking of that painful past that made it painful for him to breathe, An Zhiyi grabbed Hen's collar and roared with blood-red eyes, "It's all you! It's all you! All of this was caused by you! If my mother hadn't given birth to someone like you
Broom star, my mother was still a good and pampered wife of the An family, so she wouldn’t have died unjustly like that!”
"That's enough!" An Zhiluo pulled off his hand to stop his madness, "Yi, are you crazy? Shut up and get out!"
An Zhiyi pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and stared at Hen with blood-red eyes.
An Zhiluo slapped him hard on the head, "What are you looking at? Get out of here!"
"Brother!" An Zhiyi was still dissatisfied and glared at him sideways.
"Yi, how can you say such crazy things?" An Zhiluo's hands trembled slightly in anger, "He is our younger brother! How can you call him a broom star? We have lived a rich life since we were young.
Can't you see the days, what he ate, what he wore, and how grandpa treated him?"
An Zhiyi's head dropped slightly after being scolded by An Zhiluo, only his chest was still heaving violently.
He also knows that his brother is pitiful, but he feels that his mother is even more pitiful!
His mother was so gentle and loved them so much. She spent her entire life loving them and protecting them, but in the end she fell down and died tragically.
And his brother, obviously capable of avenging their mother, but he refused, he was angry, he was furious, he was manic, he wished he could destroy the whole world and bury their mother with him!
"Why are you still standing here? Go out and calm down!" An Zhiluo suddenly raised his voice.
No matter how cold and evil An Zhiyi was, he still obeyed his only brother. Although he was still unwilling to do so, he walked outside.
After he went out and closed the door, An Zhiluo looked at Hen gently and said slowly: "Hen, we don't have to avenge our mother, but we don't want our only brother to be involved with our enemy, so give up Jiang
Qingcheng, okay? Apart from her, you can marry anyone as long as it has nothing to do with Ai Binglan!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Luo, I can't do it," Hen looked at him indifferently, "I can give up my life, even my dignity, but I will never give up Xiaoguai."
An Zhiluo looked at him helplessly, "Hen, didn't I say, call me brother, don't call me Mr. Luo."
Hen slightly raised his lips in a sarcastic manner, "Brother, I am doing this for your own good. Didn't I say that I control my father, my mother, and my relatives? You'd better keep a distance from me."
An Zhiluo took a breath and wanted to persuade him. A clear and melodious voice like a lark sounded from the stairs: "Brother Hen, are you okay? The eldest brother called and urged us to go home!"
"Okay!" Hen immediately turned around, and the stern look on his face instantly softened.
He turned around again and said in a low voice: "Master Luo! Remember, I will not let go of anyone who dares to harm the Jiang family or Xiaoguai, including you!"
After finishing speaking, An Zhiluo's eyes flashed. When he saw clearly again, Hen had already held the little boy in his arms, cherishing him with all kinds of love and affection.
An Zhiluo sighed slightly.
I hope he can really be happy!
But, will it?
Without Hen's help, An Zhiluo and An Zhiyi did not dare to act rashly, and there are very few people in the world who dare to touch the Jiang family. Xiaoguai spent her seventeenth birthday safely and happily.
On Xiao Guai's seventeenth birthday, Hen spent the whole night with her.
It makes me excited to think about it. After this birthday, Xiaoguai will be approaching the age of eighteen, and if he persists for another three hundred and sixty-five days, he can marry his little bride.
Just thinking about it, I wake up with a happy smile in my dreams.
He never thought that he, who had such a miserable fate in childhood, would have such a happy day.
Xiao Guai is a gift given to him by fate, and he will cherish it, even more than his own life.
The two of them celebrated all night. It was almost dawn, so they lay down on the bed to rest. Not long after, Hen's phone rang harshly. Xiaoguai moved uneasily. Hen hurriedly pressed the phone and called again.
After patting her gently for a while, she fell asleep again.
Hen picked up the phone and took a look. The call was from An Zhiluo.
He ignored it intentionally, but he was his biological brother after all. He pursed his lips, tucked the quilt back into Xiao Guai's hands, and walked out quietly.
He dialed the phone back. As soon as the call was connected, An Zhiluo's low and sad voice came from the other side of the phone, "Hen, go home quickly. Dad died in a car accident last night..."
Hen's fingers held the phone tightly, but the phone still slipped from his ear weakly. He could no longer hear what An Zhiluo said.
His father... An Qiming... is dead!
In his memory, An Qiming didn't look like a father at all. Ever since the fortune teller said that he had the destiny to overwhelm his father and his mother, he hated him so much that he didn't even want to look at him for fear of being overthrown by him.
die.
His mother's death seemed to further confirm the fortune teller's prediction. Luo Qiming hated him even more, and punched and kicked him at every turn.
He really couldn't feel any sadness about Luo Qiming's death, but after all, it was his father, and he had no reason not to show up after he died.
After changing into a sober black suit, he returned to An's house. As soon as he arrived at the door of the villa, he could hear loud crying coming from inside. A bodyguard guarding the door saw him and told him to go in. The white-haired
The old housekeeper ran out with tears streaming down his face and saw him.
Then he yelled: "Why are you, this broomstick, coming back? Don't you think the harm is not bad enough? The young lady is dead, the young master is dead, and now even the master has been killed by you, you, the broomstick, get out of here!"
Come on, get him out!"
"Stop!" The bodyguards were about to move when they were stopped by An Zhiluo, who strode out and said, "Get back!"
"Young Master!" The old housekeeper burst into tears and knelt down at An Zhiluo's feet. "Young Master, I watched you all grow up. Now the young lady and the young master have been killed by him, and even the master has been killed."
He killed you, I can no longer watch him kill you, even if you take my life, I have to drive him out!"
He kowtowed to An Zhiluo three times, got up and continued to direct the bodyguards, "Why are you still standing there and not taking action?"
The bodyguards hesitated for a moment and swarmed over, but were stopped by Hen's men.
There are not many subordinates in the scar belt, only four people, but these four people are all masters among masters, and the aura they exude makes Anjia's bodyguards flinch.
"Is An Sihai dead?" Hen looked at An Zhiluo and asked coldly.
A flash of sadness flashed in An Zhiluo's eyes, and he replied in a low voice: "Yes, grandpa heard the bad news about his father's car accident. He was so emotional that he suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. Rescue efforts were ineffective and he just passed away."
"It's all because of you, the bastard!" the old butler yelled at the top of his lungs: "It's all because of you, the bastard, that killed me, why don't you get out of here!"
"Shut up, Uncle Fu!" An Zhiluo ordered the men on the side with a cold look, "Help Uncle Fu into the house."
"Young Master, what are you doing? You can't! Don't let him come in, he will kill you and the Second Young Master!" Uncle Fu beat his chest and stamped his feet, wailing loudly.
"Shut up," An Zhiluo glared at him coldly, with an angry look on Wen Ya's face, "Uncle Fu, he is my brother!"
"Who is your brother?" An Qichen strode out and shouted angrily: "The An family does not have such a broom star, let him go!"
"Second uncle, you..." An Zhiluo's eyebrows skipped a beat, and his temples bulged with pain.
He can order Uncle Fu, but An Qichen is his second uncle and his elder. He has no right or qualification to order him.
An Qichen looked at Hen, with a vicious look in his narrow eyes, "Hen, remember, you have nothing to do with the An family. You killed your father, mother, and grandfather, and now you want to kill me and yours."
Brothers?"
The four subordinates of Hendai could no longer hold back after hearing them insulting their master. They wanted to teach them a lesson, but Hen stopped them.
Hen looked at An Zhiluo with an indifferent expression, "Young Master Luo, from now on, the An family and I will be completely cut off. We will have nothing to do with each other anymore!"
"Hen!" He turned to leave, but An Zhiluo grabbed his wrist eagerly.
"Luo, if you still don't let him go, do you want to be killed by him?" An Qichen looked at Hen and smiled sinisterly, "Hen, I heard that you are in love with the young lady of the Jiang family? Hen! Listen to me.
I advise you not to provoke that girl from the Jiang family anymore. Don’t you remember the fortune teller’s prophecy? He will defeat his father, his mother, and his relatives... and... his wife... and his children!"
Hen's body suddenly shook, and An Qichen smiled with satisfaction, "Hen, if you don't want that girl to die, just stay as far away from her as possible. Do you want her to follow in the footsteps of your parents? Do you want her to follow in the footsteps of your parents?"
Did she jump off a building and die? Or was she killed in a car accident? Even if she was lucky enough to give birth to a child for you, would your child's destiny allow your child to grow up safely? Have you ever thought about what would happen if you killed your biological son?
How do you feel in your heart? I'm doing this all for your own good..."
An Qichen said something else, but he could no longer hear it.
There are only four words that echo back and forth in my mind, Katsu's wife... Katsuko!
He never believed in fate, he believed that fate was in his own hands.
However, at this moment, he was afraid.
Xiaoguai is too important to him, and he is afraid, what if it turns out to be true?
As expected, none of his relatives ended well. His mother was pushed downstairs and fell to death, and his father was hit by a car and his flesh and blood were so bloody that even the body could not be put together.
Could it be that he was really destined to die alone?
But, his little boy.
His little boy...
He didn't know when he got out of the car. He waved to his men to go back first. He walked on the road alone in a daze, from dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn again. He seemed to never get tired of it.
Without realizing it, he walked to the downstairs of Qingcheng Building and went upstairs numbly. Simon walked towards him and was shocked when he saw him. "Boss, you were robbed? Why are you in such a mess?"
