stole the villain's heart

Chapter 215 The Disadvantage Is Not Like Me

Ji Changen turned over and touched Xiaobai, the two of them were the only ones in the huge room.

Ji Changen's eyes overflowed with laziness, and he let out a chuckle, "You know what? The little girl said she wanted me to be happy."

So she always remembered!
Xiao Bai groaned and turned his face to the other side.

Can you let... the dog have a good sleep!

"Xiaobai, what should I do? I am not worthy of the ability to stand beside her. This is the second time I have rejected her. What should I do~"

"Xiaobai, do you think she will hate me?"

"Xiaobai, I have worked very hard, but why can't I keep up?"

As he spoke, tears fell, his palms were all sweaty, and his chest was stuffy like tens of millions of ants bitten.

In a panic, he found the medicine in the drawer, poured out two pills, threw them into his mouth, and swallowed them without drinking water.

Finally calmed down, he walked to the toilet, washed his face with cold water, and gradually calmed down.

The coming-of-age ceremony is scheduled for the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. After these two days, there is no need to look at the faces of this family.

His mother is also ruthless, and she is not allowed to touch a cent of the fund until she is a minor.

Two people who don't love each other are together, even if they have a child, they still play their own way, and they are not worthy of being parents.

He looked at the boy in the mirror. His facial features were delicate and handsome, with a touch of gentleness in his handsomeness. The aura exuding from him was so complicated, like a mixture of various auras.

Different from Ji Nan's feminine beauty, he has his own unique ethereal and handsome.

After two days of the coming-of-age ceremony, it means that his identity has been recognized by the outside world, and he is no longer the unknown orphan of the Ji family.

"How about it?"

He turned around and called out politely: "Grandpa."

Old man Ji nodded, patted him on the shoulder lightly, took him to his study, took out a file box from a drawer, and put it in front of him.

"open to take a look."

I was stunned for a moment, although I reached out and opened it, the five big characters "Share Transfer Letter" at the top of the page made his heart tremble.

He said slowly: "This..."

Mr. Ji explained: "As long as you sign your name below, this contract will take effect immediately."

"But..." He was still thinking of reasons to refuse.

Old Master Ji looked at him quietly, and his tone was rare and gentle: "This was originally left to you by your father."

After a pause, he added: "Legal."

Ji Changen's heart was suffocated, these words were like a stone rippling on the surface of a calm lake, and his heart jumped uncontrollably.

"Think about it by yourself."

Returning to the attic with the documents, a letter fell out of the file bag, which seemed to be quite old.

He opens:

"My dear son, how are you doing now?"

Seeing this sentence, I couldn't help but gasped, as if my neck was being strangled, it was difficult to breathe.

Through the window, the setting sun shone on him, and the shadow was elongated again.

It's clearly the Chinese New Year, but this huge villa can't find a little red, and there is no feeling of joy.Even the red envelopes were just placed on the bedside without a word of blessing.

"Son, you may be surprised when you read this letter, but don't be sad."

"Are you curious why your childhood was so difficult. Now I can tell you all the answers."

Suddenly your hot tears dripped on the paper roll, and it bloomed in an instant, wet the print.

"When you were only three months old, I also looked forward to your arrival with great joy. I prepared many, many toys and chose many, many names."

"Looking forward to the moment you were born, looking forward to you calling me every day."

In the past, the habit of reading was ten lines at a glance, but now he reads carefully word by word, for fear of missing a little bit of information.

"Our failed marriage should not have you to bear the consequences. I am really sorry for you, so that you can adapt to a person's life. I am very harsh on you and tell you over and over again not to trust beautiful women. Whenever I hear When you cried and called me in the middle of the night, you didn't know how much my heart hurt!"

"..."

"After talking so much, I still want to say sorry to you."

He read all the letters that followed, blood was bitten from his lips, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth.

In fact, he didn't hate them at all, because there was a little girl holding his face, and he was the only one in her eyes, petite and cute.

"Ji Changen, be happy!"

All the hatred, all resolved.

She is the only light in this world, not sent by an angel, but discovered by himself.

He lit a cigarette, but couldn't hold it steady no matter what. He dropped it to the ground several times, but he picked it up and put it in his mouth.

The smoke ring was lingering, but he accidentally choked on it, coughed violently, his eyes were red, and he didn't bother to wipe his tears.

Push the cigarette butt down the ashtray, make a "si" sound, and extinguish it.

I thought I had already let go, but I didn't expect to let my emotions break down like this.

The wound at the corner of his mouth was painful, he seemed to remember something, his face was very ugly, he found the medicine box, and hurriedly wiped the wound.

You can't leave a scar, or the little girl will be angry when she sees it in two days.

The "Share Transfer Letter" lay alone on the desk, he opened the window and sat out, the cold wind hit his face, and it hurt a little.

There were two more cigarette butts in the ashtray next to him. He didn't like smoking very much before, but he really wanted to smoke today.

I don't know if it's because I feel irritable after reading that letter.

It's like when you believe something is wrong, and someone later tells you that it is right, and you hate the wrong person, that feeling is painful.

Fortunately, he didn't let people raise their graves!

It was the first time in my life that I bought flowers and walked into the cemetery. It wasn't the first time I came, and I didn't feel sad. I looked at the photo calmly.

He knelt down, opened a can of beer, and poured it on the ground.

Start talking to yourself: "I don't forgive you, but I don't hate you."

The only answer to him was the rustling of leaves and the meowing of stray cats.

He didn't care, and continued to speak: "I am eighteen, and there is a girl I like very much. She is mischievous, willful and unreasonable, and will act like a spoiled child when she is wronged."

He paused, then raised his hand to brush off the fallen leaves, "She is a rich and noble flower in the world, and will never change. There is just one bad shortcoming, she doesn't like me."

The sound of the gears of the lighter rubbing, lit a cigarette, and gently exhaled a smoke ring to calm himself down.

Suddenly, he changed into a sloppy tone, revealing an evil spirit, with a low-pitched voice passing through the unsteady sound of electric current.

"Laughing to death, if you don't like it, you will be buried together."

There is a pot of cactus next to it, with a small yellow flower blooming on it, swaying messily in the wind.

"Is it from your lover?"

No one answered him, and he glanced pityingly at his biological father.

(End of this chapter)