Rebirth of the Wealthy Fakes

Wang Ya returned to Wang's old house in the dark.

This is the place where she grew up. His father, Wang Xinzhi, was very caring when he was young. He had many mistresses and often stayed out at night.At that time, her mother was crying every day in this house. When she couldn't restrain her emotions, she would smash things, scratch the walls, and yell at the servants at home.

Since she only gave birth to one child, she is not really old, but Wang Xinzhi's business is getting bigger and bigger, and he has more and more entertainments.Relatives and friends ridiculed his mother for not being able to produce eggs, and Wang Xinzhi's mountain of money could only be inherited by Wang Yalai without a son.

"Miss..." Uncle Wang was a little surprised. She thought that after Wang Ya's birthday banquet today, Wang Ya would go back to her own residence to rest, but she never expected that she would come to this old house that hadn't been there for a long time.

Usually, Uncle Wang would go around the Wang family's four houses, and he would arrange for a nanny to clean the owner's house if it was dirty. No, he just finished cleaning it today.

Wang Ya waved her hand and said softly, "It's okay, I suddenly remembered something and I'll come back and have a look, I'll leave later."

Uncle Wang hurried to the kitchen to make tea for her. In late winter and early spring, it was extremely cold at night.

Climbing up the stairs, Wang Ya pulled the shawl on her body and walked to the room where her mother lived. She hadn't been here for a long time, but Uncle Wang cleaned the place cleanly. No.

She used to be here with He Yunzhi to make up lessons, and her mother sent them a plate full of fruits.

Opening the door, everything is still the same as when her mother was alive.She walked forward slowly and walked to the side of the bedside table.

Her mother swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills in despair on this bed. She was a silly woman who was crazy about love. Until the end of her life, the last words she murmured were "Why doesn't he love me anymore?"

She can't figure it out...

Wang Ya gently touched the photo frame inlaid with silver patterns on the dark solid wood bedside table with her fingers. There was an old-fashioned wedding photo in the photo frame.Decades ago, Wang Mingzhi, who was just an ordinary small businessman with a youthful face, cuddled intimately with her equally youthful mother who was full of expectations.

Hatred suddenly rose, and she slammed the photo frame down heavily.

On the back of the photo, there is a line of small words that has faded halfway. Wang Ya saw her mother touching it countless times since she was a child.

Wang Xinzhi.Meng Jiayu.

Forever united, this life will never change.

"Miss..." Uncle Wang looked at her worriedly at the door while holding the tea.

Wang Ya smiled, she had never been a person who believed in love, since He Yunzhi was pregnant with his father's child and stood in front of her, this feeling was extreme.

Tucking his hair behind his ears, he took the hot tea that Uncle Wang handed to Lai Subai, and for some reason, the image of his son chasing Pang Yi out from behind suddenly appeared today.

With a long sigh, she finally went downstairs and drove away alone.

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I didn't expect that such a good birthday party would end with such a result.

This is something that Pang Yi never expected.

The image of Mr. Wang collapsing in rage is still deeply etched in Pang Yi's mind, and all kinds of negative emotions that come to him beat his emotions and tortured his conscience.He played this impostor for so long, it's not that he didn't feel the old man's love for him.

In fact, he hadn't thought about the property of the Wang family. He still had this bit of self-knowledge. Anyway, he thought that he would be there whenever he could, except that meeting Song Feile was an accident in his life, which involved so many entanglements.

But...he was pacing around the room, scratching his hair in a frenzy, his mind was so distraught that he couldn't think.He felt that he was simply Wang Ya's accomplice, a sinner, and a complete toy!

Even though everyone present didn't feel anything, he could still vaguely feel that Wang Ya did it on purpose.

She had deliberately waited for this moment, for the moment at the apex of hopeless hopes, to debunk the falsehood and plunge her father into the greatest disappointment of his life.

When he himself said that He Yunzhi was dead, he could feel the despair released by Mr. Wang at that moment.

She is revenge.Take revenge on your father.

If there is any value in being a counterfeit, it may be that tonight, he is a shiny knife, sharp and straight into the heart of Mr. Wang, stabbing ten to ten.

And he, a counterfeit, still needs to test his DNA, and then publish the test report half a month later. The result is self-evident, and it is nothing more than pushing Mr. Wang into a darker abyss.

Although Mr. Wang is still lucky, Pang Yi and He Yunzhi are so similar, what if?

What if?Pang Yi closed his eyes...

This unbearable hostility and unwillingness hovered in his chest and had nowhere to vent. Three thousand episodes were his hard work, and Feng Yasong was his hard work. It took countless time and energy to turn losses into profits. If he was deprived like this, he would not be reconciled , he was really not reconciled.

But if it turns out that he is indeed a counterfeit, let alone that he has not yet returned the property, he will not be able to survive in the mall even if he is slightly squeezed by so many partners around him.

The mood turned from mania to frustration, Pang Yi impatiently smashed the ashtray on the table against the wall, the loud sound made people's eardrum hurt!He sat on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling. How he wished that someone was by his side now, even if he didn't say anything, it would be good to be with him.

This villa is so big, he rarely feels lonely, but today he feels the worst.In this world, two things can keep people the most, one is love, and the other is money. He used to feel that he was not a person who longed for love, so he held some money in his hands so that he would not be old and have nothing to rely on.

However, who can not stay by his side for any purpose?

With a chaotic mind moving forward in the mud and darkness, Pang Yi didn't know how long he had been lying like this until the doorbell rang again and again.

Pang Yi opened the door and found that standing outside was the little gummy BOBO whom he hadn't seen for a while.

"Uncle Pang~" Little Gummy didn't wear much, and it was very cold. Seeing Pang Yi open the door, she was overjoyed, and said coquettishly, "Can I borrow from you for a night, I didn't bring the house key today."

Pang Yi was in need of someone to accompany him, and when he saw BOBO appearing, his heart warmed up, "Come in quickly."

BOBO saw that Pang Yi didn't seem to be disgusted, so he happily entered the gate of Pang Yi's villa. When he came in, he found the ashtray fragments on the ground.

"Uncle Pang, what's the matter, you're in such a bad mood?" BOBO asked curiously.

Pang Yi was never used to talking about this to others, so he frowned and said, "It's nothing."

Afterwards, Little Gummy performed well, and greeted Pang Yi with care and concern.Although Pang Yi is still very irritable, it is not good for him to continue to put on a hard face, especially if someone can talk to you at this moment, approaching you without any purpose like this makes his tired and defensive mind relax a little. .

"Uncle Pang, what's wrong with you?" BOBO asked him.

Pang Yi patted Little Gummy's head as if touching a pet, "Uncle, I feel uncomfortable, and you won't understand if I tell you this." As long as you don't care for any purpose, that's enough.

BOBO enjoyed the stroking very much, twitched a bit, then took another look at Pang Yi, and held Pang Yi's hand a little obsequiously, "Uncle Pang~ Can I ask you to do something?"

Pang Yi looked tired, "What's the matter?"

"Can you... lend me some money for our previous relationship?"

Pang Yi froze, his heart, which was still warm just now, turned cold with these words.It turns out that BOBO didn't come here because of him in the cold weather, but because he came to borrow money from him, a lucky man.

Seeing his face change, BOBO hesitated, "Money is a little tight recently, and I can't find anyone else..."

Pang Yi's face turned cold, probably because he couldn't find other benefactors or knew that he loves to spend money and refused to lend him, so it ended up with him.

He really shouldn't have any expectations of these boys who only care about money.

In the end, these boys only recognized his money, none of them sincerely.

Pang Yi didn't speak anymore, the appearance of BOBO made him feel even worse, he almost didn't want to trust anyone anymore, quickly took out all the cash in his wallet and handed it to the other party, hanging his head impatiently, "Okay , All right, don't talk about it, that's all the cash, and I'm almost broke, so take it and leave quickly."

BOBO was taken aback by pointing at the money, then he took the money and left in embarrassment.

When he was leaving, he closed the door for Pang Yi. From the corner of his eye, he saw Pang Yi sitting on the sofa with his head bowed. In his impression, Uncle Pang was always in high spirits, and he had never been so depressed.

He was dressed lightly and it was cold outside, and he felt uncomfortable when he was stabbed by Pang Yi's eyes, so he walked outside tremblingly, and when he was about a kilometer away from the villa area, he knocked dryly on the roadside. Two-car vehicle.

Song Feile was naturally in a bad mood today, as soon as the car window was rolled down, BOBO was frightened by the look on his face.

"Song... Song... San... Young Master..."

Song Feile didn't speak, but just nodded.

BOBO didn't dare to provoke him, so he quickly recounted the situation with Pang Yi just now, saying that he had completed everything as required, and added at the end, "Uncle Pang is in a bad mood, he looks very tired look..."

Under the dim light, Song Feile's expression changed slightly, but the change was fleeting, and finally turned into a simple command, "Let's go."

BOBO ran as fast as if he had obtained a death token, and he never wanted to deal with this most difficult money owner in history again in his life.The villa area is very big, without a car, it is simply abused here, BOBO ran halfway and remembered that he still had a coat left in Pang Yi's living room.

Do you want to go back and get it?

But it was so cold, and it was night again, he was almost going to woo woo woo.

After sheltering from the wind in the atrium for most of the day, BOBO guessed that Young Master Song had also left, and Pang Yi had probably calmed down, so he shivered and ran back with his shoulders shrunk and his legs spread.

Halfway through the run, he caught sight of a familiar license plate, forcing BOBO to slam on the brakes!The car turned off the engine and stopped not far from the Pang Yi villa area. The lights in the car were not turned on, but there were people inside.

BOBO's eyes are black, God, why haven't you left, Mr. Song! ! ! ! ! ?