Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

In the corridor, Uncle Yuan shook his head irritably before raising his head, "Hi, I'm Yuan Yingyang, and I'm here to let you decide whether to tell Yuan Fan that his mother is still alive."

I don't know how others look at me, but I think most people may think that I am too stiff, because when I heard this sentence, my first reaction was not very good, Yuan Fan's mother Still alive, Yuan Fan is no longer alone.What I think is, if Yuanfan doesn't need my redemption, will he still need me?Even now, who is indiscriminate, can he really accept his mother who has been indifferent to his suffering for more than ten years?

I looked at Yuan Yingyang for a while, then turned around and walked back to the ward. The moment I opened the door, I said, "Yuan Fan, your mother is not dead." I deliberately ignored Yuan Yingyang's surprised look, of course I wanted it , since Yuan Yingyang didn't know me and still came to me, it must be one of my friends who told him, I hope I will find a time to tell Yuan Fan when it is good for Yuan Fan's condition, but I have said it many times, Yuan Fan's illness has long been cured, and now he is so ruthless and gloomy because of his personality. Since the two personalities merged into one, he can no longer treat him with normal thinking.

Yuan Fan raised his head and stared at me, and after a while, he turned his head slightly to look at Yuan Yingyang, with a strange doubt on his face, "Uncle, you said that, did you see her?" After Uncle nodded, Yuan Fan suddenly laughed nervously, and squeezed the hem of his clothes tightly with his fingers, so hard that it was suspected that his finger bones would pierce the skin.

"Why does my uncle want to tell me this news? Isn't it good to let her die? I can still say that she didn't want me to be insulted after she died. What is it now? I don't care if she is hiding or being hidden. , she is an accomplice in the former, and a waste in the latter. I don't need her."

So you see, you can't expect Yuan Fan to show an excited look and shout "Really? Really? My mother is still alive."It's pretty good if he doesn't resent, Yuan Yingyang told me, why is he willing to be imprisoned for his son, isn't there the most powerful protection for his son?To put it bluntly, she was just an extreme woman. After knowing that her husband was having an affair, her arrogance was severely hit, and she couldn't wait to escape the ridicule of the world.So I said it a long time ago, Yuan Fan and I are the same kind of people, but Yuan Fan is unrestrained and unrestrained, while I show a hypocritical compassion every day.

Yuan Yingyang squinted his eyes and looked at Yuan Fan for a long time before saying, "You need her, you know what I mean." After leaving this sentence, she left without stopping at all.Yuan Fan blanked his eyes for a while, looked straight at the ceiling and said to me, "Mo Xiaoqi, my uncle is right, I need that woman, you know that, right? Mo Xiaoqi, I need to get everything back. "

It will be much more convenient for me to have her. The assistants who are delivered to my door are still so dedicated, so I have to make good use of them.If you come here with guilt, then don't complain about everything you have received, just work hard.Yuan Fan didn't say what happened next, but I read it clearly from his eyes.No one has trouble with Qian Hequan, I suddenly became interested when I saw Yuan Fan.

"Yuan Fan, what can I give you? You follow me all the time, what do you want?" Yuan Fan's pupils dilated a little, making those eyes look even more unfathomable. It was covered with bloodshot eyes, and the sharp brows were tightly wrinkled, with a ferocious look as if it wanted to tear everything apart and destroy the world.An emotion called tyranny exploded around me, and the pressure at that moment made me tremble uncontrollably, as if an invisible breath swept up, tightly entangled and brought a sense of suffocation.

I never knew that Yuan Fan would be so manic.

I understand that he is really angry, and it is no longer within his control, the anger used for deterrence.The child, for the first time, expressed his anger.Every time in the past, he has performed extremely tensely and angered, aggravating the psychological pressure of others, and by the way, cunningly hiding his own wily calculations.