Rebirth of the Wealthy Fakes

Mr. Wang's illness, the original plan to announce it in front of friends from the family ten days later, must be temporarily ruined.

Wang Ya stared at the ambulance with a pale face. The father wearing the oxygen tube had complicated emotions in his heart, and he couldn't speak clearly in three words. All of this was unexpected. How could Pang Yi be his father's child?How can this be?

Wang Ya's mind was in a mess, and she muttered to herself, "How is this possible... How is this possible...?"

There are too many doubts in the middle. Back then, He Yunzhi was in a bad mental state, and Wang Ya found out she was pregnant. How old was she at that time, and she was not yet married. How scandalous is this?An angry Wang Ya repeatedly asked who the father of the child was, but He Yunzhi refused to say anything.

Later, it was discovered that her father, Jinwu Zangjiao, actually placed He Yunzhi in a villa on the outskirts of the city, and arranged special nanny and bodyguards to watch her raise the baby... The mother who was out of control dragged her out of the house... She didn't have a penny , with a big belly, was kicked out just like that.

Thinking of that night, even now Wang Ya dare not recall the look in He Yunzhi's eyes. After being humiliated, she stood up silently with a big belly. In fact, Wang Ya thought she would beg her. If she was a little soft at that time, Wang Ya would never let her mother go do that...

But He Yunzhi didn't say anything... She got up from the ground, took a deep look at Wang Ya, and walked away by herself...

"Bah! Bitch! Bitch!" Her mother scolded Wang Xinzhi fiercely as if she had no words, and then she became mentally unstable and began to scold Wang Xinzhi.

It's unbelievable that He Yunzhi's child is still alive. Doesn't that mean that Pang Yunzhi and He Yunzhi are the same person?If so, then who was the corpse that she personally supervised the burial and closed the case at the police station?

Chaotic thoughts, unable to get a moment of peace, Wang Ya's fingers turned white...

Father Song silently watched his emotionally unstable wife, and it took a long time before he spoke, "Wang Ya, no matter how long I will wait for you, I will accompany you through difficulties until you let go of the person in your heart."

After hearing this, Wang Ya looked at her husband in shock, and was silent for a while before replying wearily, "Tianming, I'm sorry...I..."

Song Tianming made a gesture of "no more" to her understandingly. Even if he gave birth to a child because of the family inheritance, Song Tianming knew very well that Wang Ya didn't love him, but he loved this indifferent woman very much.

More than 20 years ago, his father brought Wang Ya to stand in front of him for the first time, his dark eyes were always cold, and he was immediately captured by the misty temperament, which he has enjoyed for so many years.

Wang Ya could not respond to this obsession, only silence is golden.

And Pang Yi wandered back to Muma Mountain like a wandering soul. At that time, he was in a hurry, and the lights in the room were not turned off.When I opened the door, it was still the same as the night I left. The fragments of the ashtray were on the ground. The heater had been turned on when I left.

He sat on the sofa in confusion, raised his head, and stared blankly at the ceiling.A few nights ago, when he came back from Wang Ya's birthday party, he was also in such an irritable mood. A few days later, his cognition was overturned...

He just had a fever last night, and now he sits down to relax and finds that his whole body is weak and tired, life is too humorous, how should it end now?

As if in a dream, Pang Yi trembled when he thought of Song Feile's eyes. If this continued, he and Song Feile would be driven crazy by each other.

If everything is true, he really doesn't know how to pass the psychological test.

The doorbell rang in a hurry, and Pang Yi raised his head and stared at the door in a daze. Song Feile's voice came from the door, "Pang Yi! Open the door!"

He immediately stood up and strode towards the door, but after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped. How should he face Song Feile?

In what capacity?

With what expression?

With what attitude?

Holding his hand on the doorknob, Pang Yi's heart raced for a moment. With bloodshot eyes, he wiped his face with his hands indiscriminately, without any answer in his mind.

The doorbell stopped after ringing hastily, and Song Feile switched to slapping. The solid wood European-style carved door was slapped deafeningly with a "bang bang bang". It was restrained at the beginning, but the force behind it was astonishing...

"Pang Yi, don't be a fucking coward, you open the door!!" Song Feile's voice was eager with a hint of hostility.

Pang Yi's whole body was pressed against the door panel, and he said tiredly and bitterly, "Fuck your sister...you should respect the old and love the young and have a sexual dream."

Anyway, Chunmeng has no trace...

No trace...

After saying this, Pang Yi was startled... What did he mean?He wants to completely cut off the relationship with Song Feile from now on?Resigned to his fate as a good relative of his wealthy family, from now on, Song Feile will find a beautiful woman, give birth to a cute son, and then he will give out lucky money one by one as an uncle? ?

He suddenly squatted on the ground and scratched his head with his hands! ! !I can't wait to bang my head on the door, it's better than thinking so much at this moment! !

Just thinking about it is already too painful, he doesn't know how he can last until that day! !

If there is a day, either Song Feile will go crazy first, or he will go crazy first.

After Pang Yi said this, the clapping of palms outside the door stopped, and this stoppage lasted for dozens of seconds, so that Pang Yi wondered if Song Feile had left...

"Pang Yi, what are you daydreaming about?" Song Feile was also sticking to the door panel, his voice was soft and sweet, as if what Pang Yi just said was a love story instead of being so cruel and direct on his heart Inserting a knife, "Now that things have happened, what kind of relationship do you think we have?"

Then Song Feile kicked the door very violently, and the door panel was kicked violently by him, making a deafening noise. After the sound, the entire door panel trembled...

The violent air condensed but also brought a cold, cold whizzing feeling, from the crack of the door, from the air, from the window, from every penetrable gap straight to Pang Yi's ears, and finally hit the heart hard!

"It's so fucking sweet! When you provoked me, why didn't you tell me that you can say goodbye to everything in a dream?"

"When you fucking call me baby every day, why don't you tell me that you can say goodbye to everything in a dream?"

"What did you tell me back then? Didn't you always want to bend my straight man?" Song Feile sneered, his tone extremely mean, "Now I'm bent like this as you wish, but you want Retreat? What are you daydreaming about?"

Song Feile himself felt the trembling of the door panel with his hands, just like his desperate heart at the moment.

"Pang Yi, I advise you to wake up early, and the rest of your life may be happier."

Pang Yi couldn't refute a word, his whole voice was trembling, and for a moment, he almost couldn't bear to open the door... But Brother Song's words stood firmly in front of him like a roadblock.

Brother Song said, you can't ruin him.

"Pang Yi." Song Feile said softly, "I'll count to three and you open the door."

"I..." Pang Yi was going to be annoyed to death by the current situation, he wished he could cut off all the mess with a knife.

"Three." Song Feile began to count.

"Two." Then count.

"one."

Pang Yi was terrified by the counting, but after one count, he fell silent.Pang Yi stood up strangely, did he really leave?He looked out from the cat's eye, and sure enough, there was no one...

Feeling empty in his heart, Pang Yi pressed his forehead against the door, murmuring Song Feile's name... Song Feile...I...I...

The floor-to-ceiling curtains in the living room were pulled open with a "wow".

Young Master Song stood in the middle of the living room with a cold face... Pang Yi quickly switched from sad to inexplicable surprise, he pointed at Song Feile, "How did you get in??!"

Song Feile lazily bent down and patted the ashes on his trouser legs, then raised his eyebrows and smiled, as if Pang Yi was mentally retarded, "It only takes 2 minutes to turn in."

Fuck!Then why haven't you flipped before? ?

This information was quickly read by Song Feile, and the corner of Young Master Song's mouth was slightly curved, answering the question, "Because I was confident enough to persuade you to open the door before."

Uncle Pang suddenly had a feeling that he was being played all the time, and he hurriedly put his hand down from the doorknob without showing any traces, concealing the fact that he might not be able to resist opening the door immediately, "I will report to the security immediately! "

Song Feile approached him, and Pang Yi took a step back uncomfortably, until the two of them were as close as last night again.

"Pang Yi, look at me." Song Feile held his hand tightly and looked at his face.

This gentle and pleading gesture almost killed Pang Yi. Pang Yi took a breath, lowered his head and said dejectedly, "Don't force me, Song Feile, I dare not look at you, I'm not as strong as you think .”

Song Feile hugged him tightly, and then pressed Pang Yi's head on his shoulder. Uncle Pang had spent half his life and was not used to being so weak suddenly, so he couldn't help but raised his neck again.Song Feile was displeased, and pushed his head down again, forcing him into an extremely intimate and leaning position.

"I won't force you to do anything, Pang Yi, I know you're in a mess right now, and so am I. But I hope you don't have to impose a death sentence on us."

Pang Yi's swollen neck was forcibly pressed down, and he was forced to rest on Song Feile's shoulder comfortably.

I won't force you to do anything?

Song Feile, can you not be so different?

After hugging for a while, it seemed enough. When Pang Yi's neck was about to be crooked by this posture, Young Master Song finally let go of him. Then Pang Yi heaved a sigh of relief, but Song Feile slipped from his lips Sweeping over, the warm lips carried his unique taste, and Pang Yi temporarily indulged in the sudden tenderness.

Thinking of each other's identities, he immediately made a move.

Touching his own lips, he glanced at Song Feile's lips again, and suddenly realized that he still didn't know Young Master Song well enough.

The appraisal report has come out, and this is still easy to say...

Isn't this fucking flexible in being a human being?Kindness can almost reach the realm of Buddha, and despicableness can also be despicable enough to be cast aside by thousands of people.

"I just came here to tell you one thing." Song Feile pulled him to the sofa and sat down, then bent his knees and squatted in front of him, observing the changes in his expression from below.

"What's the matter?" Pang Yi asked dully.

"I'm going to go abroad with my school tutor in two days. There's a project in Bolivia that I've been working on for a long time and is now at an important stage..."

go abroad?how long?Pang Yi raised his eyes, feeling at a loss.

Song Feile saw through the doubts in his heart, stared at him and replied, "I haven't set a time yet, let's wait until it's over there."

Pang Yi shrank, which meant that they would have a time to calm each other down, and it also meant that after a short cold treatment, they would both make a decision for each other...

Song Feile couldn't help but caressed his face. There was a dull blue color under Pang Yi's eyes, and his usual high-spirited expression had recently been covered with a layer of haze.

"I'm on the plane the morning after tomorrow, I hope you can come and see me off..." In order to avoid Pang Yi's unnaturalness, he deliberately avoided his elder brother and his father.

Pang Yi hung his head, unable to laugh or cry.

He had wanted to have Song Feile countless times, his absolute love and absolute heart, unique, the only one, his self-esteem did not allow him to be one of that.

So even if he knew that Song Feile had indeed made the most appropriate choice at the time, he still couldn't face this love that contained a trace of impurity.

There was a comedy between them, and then they struggled in a difficult situation, and they hurt each other and couldn't get forgiveness, but at this moment he suddenly found that even if he didn't say a word, Song Feile could fluently answer any questions he asked in his heart.

He touched Song Feile's beautiful Adam's apple without a trace of lust, but finally chose the silence that fell to the bottom.

There was uncontrollable sadness in Song Feile's eyes.

He eventually walked away disappointed.

"The morning after tomorrow, I hope you can come see me off." This is what he left behind when he left.

Exchange hope for longing.