Rebirth of the Wealthy Fakes

Wang Ya moved slowly in the darkness, and finally walked to the dimly lit sofa by the window and sat down. She closed her shawl, looked at her son with her lips pursed, and waited for Song Feile to come from upstairs. down.

Song Feile looked at his mother for a while, and finally put one hand in his trouser pocket, slowly walked down the stairs, and finally walked in front of Wang Ya.

"Mom, it's late now." Song Feile sat down gently opposite Wang Ya.

Wang Ya stared at her son's face, as if she wanted to see through his heart, "I went to Pang Yi's residence today, and I just arrived at the door of your room."

Song Feile was stunned for a few seconds, he was with Pang Yi a few minutes ago...

"He's sick." In the end, Song Feile just spread out on the sofa rather lazily and contentedly, as soft as some kind of boneless creature that is rare on earth, but he didn't explain his motives for his behavior to his mother.

But then, as if realizing something, Song Feile frowned, his voice became a little lost, and he continued to Wang Ya dejectedly, "Mom, he's very out of control..."

After saying this, he paused, pursed his lower lip in thought, and seemed to be looking for a more suitable adjective.

Wang Ya let out a long sigh, "So you sent people to monitor him, asked that boy to worry about Pang Yi, found a relationship to cut off his loan, and used Yuehe to snatch his business market, do you still want to poach him? The new energy development team, let his previous investment go to waste?"

This series of words was both sharp and direct, and the word "nothing" obviously shocked Song Feile's heart. He lowered his eyes and murmured retort stubbornly and tiredly, "No... Mom... No... He still has me..."

He and me.

He and me.

Wang Ya smiled wryly, and couldn't help shaking her head for her son, "Feile, what are you expecting?" She stood up, walked slowly to the window, staring at the vast rainy night outside the glass, "Are you expecting Did he come to beg you?"

Song Feile froze when he heard the words.

"I've been thinking, what kind of methods will our Wang family use if we want to get a person?" Wang Ya stroked the pure white curtain with her hand, slowly rubbing the texture on it, as if recalling, "If it was me Otherwise, I will definitely not use the most brutal and direct way to get that person, I will slowly fold the opponent's wings, suppress quietly, save, soften, and defeat that person's psychological defense when the opponent needs it most , and finally got all of them.”

She stared into her son's pale eyes, "You think so too, don't you?"

"Mom! Don't say any more!" Song Feile stood up with a whoosh, his face became like a ghost.

"I became Yuehe because my second uncle joined forces with other shareholders in an attempt to marginalize our mother and son." Song Feile sneered, "He thought that I could be manipulated like a puppet at a young age. It was a dream."

However, Wang Ya did not continue. After a long silence, she suddenly spoke, with a rare weakness in her voice.

"I'm sorry. Feile."

Song Feile didn't understand why she suddenly apologized, so he could only stare blankly at his uncharacteristic mother in the dark.

"Did you see it when you were young?" Wang Ya asked helplessly in a low voice.

The blood faded from Song Feile's face, he sat down on the sofa again, clasped his hands to support his chin, a disgusting and inexplicable feeling slowly climbed from his stomach to his throat and sensory system, he suppressed it With a strange revulsion, he replied irritably and coldly to his mother, "It's Dad you're sorry about, not me."

As soon as these words came out, the room fell into a deathly silence.

When Song Feile himself couldn't stand the conversation with his mother, he heard his mother suddenly ask him, "Feile, you like him very much, don't you?"

This him, of course, is Pang Yi.

Song Feile lowered his head and replied in a muffled voice, "Yes." Then he inserted his fingers into his hair irritably, scratching the light brown hair, "but he only likes me in his imagination. "

"He likes all beautiful gadgets, people or things. It's like being obsessed with a new toy that you get suddenly. When you first get it, you are always excited, but you always get bored very quickly."

Just think of Pang Yi's cold eyes and tired expression.

Song Feile would have an urge to destroy him.

This feeling is out of control, he doesn't like it but he can't restrain it.Just like Pang Yi, too wild.

Wang Ya was silent, she did not expect her son to answer so simply, the half-bright light was like a wandering dream, she and her son were discussing a lively but uncontrollable topic, and this topic was a man .

She looked at her son with downcast eyes who couldn't distinguish between emotions and anger, and sighed, "Fei Le, I want to tell you a story, would you like to hear it?" Wang Ya stroked her son's head.

Song Feile nodded.

"I have a friend, a...very good...friend." Wang Ya seemed to be looking for an adjective that best defined the relationship between them, "How to describe it... so good that I was afraid of my own changes .”

"Later she died, and I was also one of the murderers. For a while, I couldn't sleep all night, and I didn't know how to get rid of this madness." Wang Ya sighed faintly, as if recalling something, His face gradually became sad, and finally he laughed at himself as if thinking of something.

"You know? Only your grandma and I know about this. When I knew that her body was thrown somewhere, I just broke down. I locked myself in a dark room for a few days. Days and nights, without eating or drinking, until people are dehydrated."

She looked at Song Feile's face with a deep apology, "After that, I was with different men and women. Only in this way, every empty morning, I will not feel that I did something wrong. I hate her , I also hate myself, and I hate your grandfather even more."

Song Tianming couldn't restrain Wang Ya at all. After a hangover and carnival with other people, Wang Ya was horrified to find his son standing at the door of the room. The young Song Feile's eyes had no waves, only the extreme hatred Flood the entire brown eyes.

Since then, the youngest son has always been estranged from her.

Song Feile said shyly, "Mom..." He seemed to feel a kind of heart-pounding pain from his mother's flat tone.

"He betrayed your grandma. Look at how happy they were when they got married. He said he would grow old with grandma, but he didn't do it. Money is such a good thing. Your grandpa spends his days drinking and drinking, and has slept with countless women , your grandma washed her face with tears and committed suicide twice."

Your grandmother died, and your grandfather was still in another woman's bed on the day she was buried.

"Grandpa..." Song Feile was so uncomfortable that he didn't know how to continue.

"Until one day, I found out that this friend was pregnant with my father's child." When she said this, Wang Ya's sadness gradually disappeared, and her tone became cold.

Song Feile shook his lips, "The friend you're talking about is He Yunzhi?"

Wang Ya turned her head and stroked her son's hair without answering, but continued to mutter, "How did you fall in love with Pang Yi?"

After thinking about it, she understood again, "That's right, our mother and child are the same, we will fall in love with such a person at a glance. Only such a person can inspire our stagnant enthusiasm."

"You see, he is completely different from you. The burning enthusiasm and pure love are so hot that people can't get enough of it. But such innocent and pure people are often so cruel, because they may put it in the next second. This kind of innocence and purity is given to others, and a new journey is started like moths to a flame."

These words made Song Feile's face pale instantly, he closed his eyes in pain, shook his head firmly, "Mom, I won't let him have this chance!"

He won't give him a chance.

"You hurt him, didn't you?"

Wang Ya asked, and then continued to stroke Song Feile's head, "It's my fault. You are my child, the eldest is like his father, and you are the most like me. You must not be able to bear the fact that he wants to abandon you." So much so that you Will use some cruel ways to punish themselves and hurt others.

"Someone told me a long time ago that you hang out in the sensual club."

"I just paralyzed myself." Song Feile lay on his mother's lap like a child, and explained depressedly, "I didn't have sex with those people."

Because that period of time was too difficult... He found that he was not interested in men, no matter they were handsome, cute, beautiful or rough, he was still very cold.

He would not have the suppressed and surging emotions that he felt when he stroked Pang Yi's honey-colored skin and kissed those slightly thick lips. This kind of enthusiasm made him a little desperate.

In fact, Song Feile hadn't been this close to his mother for a long time, and he felt that he seemed to know Pang Yi better.

Wang Ya stared at her son's wrist hanging by the sofa, and then asked him, "Your crimson Nanhong bracelet is not your style, is it given to you by Pang Yi? Show me."

Song Feile nodded, didn't resist his mother, and honestly stepped down and handed it to Wang Ya.

The eye-catching flame patterns seemed to be burning. From the left side of the Buddha's head, taking advantage of the moonlight after the rain stopped, Wang Ya carefully inspected them one by one, one, two, three, four... Counting until No. 14... Her body trembled, her voice changed, "Where did he get this thing?!"

Song Feile didn't know why, so he snatched the things back stingily, "I bought it at the auction!"

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Pang Yi leaned against the wall, feeling like he was limping and had a fever and wanted to eavesdrop, but unfortunately he only listened to a small part, and he was simply using his life to satisfy his curiosity.

There are idiots every year, especially this year.

Fahai, if you don’t understand love, the Leifeng Pagoda will fall down.

I don't even believe in punctuation.

Believe it or not, believe it or not, believe it or not, believe it or not, believe it or not, believe it or not, believe it or not...

After mixing and matching various thoughts, he pondered, maybe this is the so-called standing at the O intersection of life, do you know what the O is?That is, no matter how you go, you will find that it is still a circle.

Really unable to hold on any longer, Pang Yi quietly returned to the room, endured the discomfort all over his body and began to sleep. He had sweated profusely before, but he was still wet all over. Where can I find a knife to kill his brother, or slap him coldly, attack him with the most vicious language...or just call him a bitch so that he can circle the world three times?

His voice is completely hoarse, he can only speak by writing, quarrel by staring, and beating by imagination, but in the conversation between Wang Ya and Song Feile just now, he seems to have realized something...

Uncle Pang thought about it for a while, and felt that it was a toss when he got old. He decided to live in the world for the time being.

After thinking this through, he lay back on the bed and hypnotized himself to sleep.

The conversation between Song Feile and Wang Ya kept circling in his ears, and Pang Yi suddenly remembered Song Feile's words, "I don't understand, can you teach me?"

The tone is longing and painful, is that Song Feile?

After lying down, the consciousness gradually dimmed, and the trance dream reappeared, and countless pieces began to be pieced together... The scene was repeated again and again, the woman in the dream had long hair spread on the simple bed, and the little boy was sad. Ask, "Mom, Mom, is there anything else you want to say?"

Do you have anything else to say?

Every time, I couldn't hear clearly what the woman said!So irritating!

A pair of powerful arms hugged him tightly from behind, the chest was very warm, with a feeling of freshness unique to young people, the hands were hot and scalding, extending from his pajamas to his waist, stroking the muscles above texture, and then down to the legs...

Pang Yi suddenly opened his eyes from the dream, and pulled Song Feile's light brown hair, so that his long and narrow eyes narrowed in obvious pain.

The two looked at each other in the dark, and each clearly saw their own expressions in the other's pupils in horror.

Pang Yi's soul trembled at Song Feile's deep gaze.

Then he struggled and finally found his mobile phone, and pressed a line of words.

"Bastard, quickly take off your pants and give me a ride!!!!"

Song Feile held him down vigorously, and coaxed, "You have to cooperate with Dr. Bai in the paternity test tomorrow, so go to sleep!"