After the divorce, Mr. Sheng regretted it

Sheng Yuhuai took a step closer to Yang Zhenglin: "Is it because of this that I broke up with my sister? Did you do these things on purpose?"

He had known Yang Zhenglin for many years, and he really couldn't bring himself to believe that Yang Zhenglin was such a scumbag.

"Yu Huai, although I really want to clean myself up, I'm really not as great as you think." Yang Zhenglin smiled heartlessly.

But Sheng Yuhuai felt that his smile at the moment was too far-fetched.

"Isn't it? Okay, then I'll tell my sister what I just heard, and let her make a judgment. I think she should think the same as me." Sheng Yuhuai said while He was about to bypass Yang Zhenglin and leave.

Yang Zhenglin grabbed Sheng Yuhuai's arm.

He has worked hard for such a period of time, and he doesn't want all his efforts during this period to be in vain.

No one knew how difficult it was for him to make such a decision.

"Yu Huai!" Yang Zhenglin didn't say much, but there was a hint of begging in his eyes.

"Do you want to tell the truth?" Sheng Yuhuai looked at him fixedly.

"Go upstairs, let's chat while drinking." After finishing speaking, Yang Zhenglin took the lead and walked to the apartment building in front.

Sheng Yuhuai followed.

After arriving at Yang Zhenglin's residence, Yang Zhenglin went to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine.

Soon, he came over with two goblets, and poured a little wine into each of them.

"Let's talk about it." Sheng Yuhuai was not interested in wine, and now he was focused on finding out something from Yang Zhenglin.

Yang Zhenglin sat down slowly, and he smiled bitterly: "As you said, our Yang family has a genetic history of mental illness. My great-grandfather, grandfather, and my father, without exception..."

"Then do you think, as a member of the Yang family, I can escape such a fate? Some things really cannot escape no matter how hard you try."

"It's really not that I'm pessimistic... If it were you, would you think you could have escaped?"

Sheng Yuhuai did not speak, but just looked at him for a moment, with complex and deep eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Pity me? Pity me?"

"So, you pushed my sister away because of this, right?" Sheng Yuhuai asked without answering.

Yang Zhenglin picked up the goblet and shook it gently, his eyes seemed to be studying the red liquid.

"I can't drag her into the water, can I? Knowing that I can't protect her until she dies, how can I...delay her?"

"Isn't it a delay if you do it now? Believe it or not, my sister would choose to die alone?" Sheng Yuhuai knew Sheng Yuluo very well.

Yang Zhenglin stopped talking, and quietly increased his strength while pinching the goblet with his fingers.

"Is this what you want? Maybe after many years, you will get sick and become abnormal, but at least, you can accompany her for many years, which is better than letting her die alone?" Sheng Yuhuai persuaded.

"You are sitting and talking without back pain! If it were you, would you hold Lin Chu by your side? Would you want her to see your crazy side? You hope she gets old But you want to take care of you, and even wash your face with tears?" Yang Zhenglin asked rhetorically.

This really made Sheng Yuhuai a bit unable to answer.

Because you are not in charge, so sometimes you can't empathize at all.

"Yuhuai... just treat this as a beg of you, and keep it a secret for me, okay?" Yang Zhenglin looked at Sheng Yuhuai sincerely.