Calculation of thousands of cities

"It's okay, Wen Qi."

While wandering, the deep and reassuring voice reached Wen Qi's ears again.

Wen Qi tilted his head, and did not let go of the man. The two maintained a posture of up and down, but the atmosphere was not awkward.

"Can... let me hug you for a while?"

With a sigh, Wen Qi asked.

Bai Qiancheng froze for a moment.

Fangcai Wenqi's voice actually carried a pleading tone, obviously he had already let go of all his defenses against himself.Bai Qiancheng even began to doubt whether this man was the superior Wen Qi.

Because of Bai Qiancheng's daze, the two of them didn't talk for a long time, and Wen Qi didn't let go of the man, but suddenly laughed at himself, breaking the silence of the night.

"They... are all dead, heh." Although accompanied by a sneer, Bai Qiancheng could hear a lot of pain from Wen Qi's teeth-gritting words.

His eyes widened, and he tilted his head to look at Wen Qi's drooping head in disbelief.

"That bitch stabbed my mother to death and then hanged herself."

Wen Qi's voice was so hoarse that it seemed as if he had exhausted all his strength to say this complete sentence.

The eye sockets were a little wet after the words blurted out, Wen Qi was stunned for a while, and closed his eyes.

This was the pain he had held back in his heart for half a year, and he never thought that the moment he said it, he would cry.

Although the trauma and pain have been endured enough, it is still not enough to hone into the hard-hearted heart he wants, and Wen Qi hates himself for being like this.

He once wanted to try his best to be a ruthless person and become the king of the commercial battlefield, but when he received a message from the servant at home and rushed back and witnessed the tragic death of his biological parents, Wen Qi Finally found that I can't do it.

The bedroom was filled with a strong smell of blood, there were bloodstains all over the floor, and... two bloody corpses.

Wen Qi's mind went blank almost instantly. Looking at the kind face of his former mother, which was now stiff and cold, his heart seemed to be mercilessly cut open by a knife, and it seemed to be being torn apart bit by bit.

Tears ran down his cheeks.

That was the first time Wen Qi shed tears since he was ten years old.

He couldn't see his parents fall into such a fate with his own eyes and still remain calm.

"I thought I just had to wait for them to fend for themselves before inheriting the family business as I imagined." The man's voice trembled more and more, and he held Bai Qiancheng's shoulders tightly, as if Grabbing a life-saving straw on the edge of the cliff: "But, but when that moment really came, I found that I couldn't be so free and easy, so decisive... What kind of temptation did they have for me? Will it hurt my heart?"

Bai Qiancheng felt the man's overwhelming emotions, and his heart suddenly twitched.

"Wen Qi...what happened to you in the past two years? If you don't mind...can you tell me?"

There was a trustworthy force in the man's words. Wen Qi paused, nodded and got up from Bai Qiancheng. The man who was lying on the bed also straightened up and sat cross-legged on the head of the bed.

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