This place is like his turtle shell. Once something happens, he shrinks himself into it.
This man seems to have nothing that can be difficult for him, but he has never been able to overcome the hurdle in his heart.
Xiahou Huan'er said lightly: "How long has this happened, and he is still brooding about it, like an old stubborn man."
Damn, she suddenly had the urge to blow up this villa.
This place is gone, let's see where else he can hide and lick his wounds.
She glanced at the clock on the wall and said, okay, just give him half an hour to calm down.
She wouldn't allow him to remain depressed forever.
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In the study, Dongfang Xing opened his notebook. He had never dared to face his family's affairs. Even though he knew that there were records in the world database, he had never dared to touch them. He didn't even have the courage to look them up. Maybe he subconsciously
Being afraid, escaping, and not daring to face reality.
Opening the world database, I placed my fingers on the sensor keyboard, unable to restrain myself and trembling.
He hesitated for a while before deciding to wake up and type in the search title.
Five hundred years ago, the history of the Dongfang family.
In the world database, there is a very detailed description of the Dongfang family, which was in great power five hundred years ago and controlled the changes in the political situation at that time.
But its later stages were only briefly touched upon.
The tragic scenes could not help but reappear in my mind again.
They were not burned to death by fire, but killed by people.
And the murderer...
murderer……
His face turned pale, as if he had suddenly touched a forbidden area that he could not touch. He suddenly closed the notebook, picked up a bottle of wine, removed the cork, raised his head and drank it wildly.
At this moment, he hopes that alcohol can numb him. It is best to get him drunk. When he is drunk, he doesn't have to think so much, and he doesn't have to feel so guilty.
However, the more he didn't want to wake up, the clearer things appeared in his mind.
The best thing about being a zombie is that you can always keep your head clear, but the worst thing about it is that even if you want to escape from something, there is always nowhere to escape and no way to avoid it.
Drinking wine to relieve sorrow will only make you more sorrowful.
He never gets drunk, he only gets more energetic as he drinks.
He took a few sips and suddenly threw the bottle hard.
With a bang, the glass fell to the ground and shattered, and the mellow smell of wine instantly filled the entire study.
Suddenly he clenched his fists and began to beat the hard wall hard. If he couldn't find a way to vent, he would definitely go crazy.
Outside the door, Xia Houhuan'er walked to the study door step by step, holding on to the wall with her weak little body.
He listened to the voice coming from inside with distress. He was like this. If he had any unhappy things, he would always bear them by himself.
She knew that he didn't want her to worry, but if he put all his worries in his heart and locked himself up to torture himself, would it make her feel better?
She raised her hand, but sadly found that she didn't even have the strength to knock on the door.
It's all the damn Long Qiao's fault, she doesn't know when her strength will be restored.
She leaned against the door, breathing softly.
At this moment, the door of the room opened, and the heady aroma of wine wafted from inside, making her feel a little dizzy.
Dongfang Xing stood at the door with his back to the light. Even if he couldn't see his face, he could still feel the heavy aura emanating from his body.
