monopolize his white moonlight

Lin Haofeng's face changed again and again, and he sat there motionless, as if petrified.

After a long silence, he paused, trying to say softly: "Xiaochen, I know you are angry with me, but you are punishing yourself for other people's mistakes by giving up on yourself like this. You have been my pride since childhood, and I am proud of you. It's a bit serious, although I'm too busy with work to give you too much time to spend together, but I care about you."

Lin Haofeng pulled a wry smile from the corner of his mouth: "My blood is flowing on your body. Your surname is Lin, not He. I have worked hard for the company over the years, and I have worked so hard to get to where I am today. You are my only one." The heir is my son, so can't you be a little more obedient?"

Lin Beichen just thought it was funny, Lin Haofeng was pitiful, he actually thought that everyone like him like to stand on the peak of power and look down on this boring life.So presumptuous.

"You think too highly of me, do you think that I must have these? After all, I'm just a perfect container to inherit your power, don't say so high-sounding", Lin Beichen sneered, and the words were clear: "You are like this Who do you want to impress?"

Lin Haofeng froze, and raised his head to meet Lin Beichen's cold eyes: "You can say what you want, it's not up to you if you want it or not, you are my only son, I won't let you go on like this. You Born with a golden spoon, there are some things that you can’t just say no to.”

Lin Beichen looked at the man in front of him, feeling unspeakably blocked in his heart.

Lin Haofeng said that his half-brother is his only son and heir, so what is he, a person whose surname doesn't even deserve to be related to him?

"Is it your only son, hehe?" Lin Beichen smiled, "Who is that person lying in the intensive care unit? Tell me who he is?"

Lin Haofeng's expression was startled, and the hand holding the cup shook lightly: "You're still angry with me, aren't you? Lin Beichen, when will your tone come out?"

He calmly explained: "Didn't I make it clear to you at the beginning, since I married your mother, I have never had anything to do with their mother and child. In any case, no one can change what happened before, but that woman and I have long been separated. clear."

If Qin Fanghua knew, after tossing and turning, she finally became "that woman" in this man's mouth. I don't know if she would crawl out of the grave in anger.

"What about Qin Mo?"

"Xiao Chen, I didn't want to recognize Qin Mo back. You know, my father hates others threatening me the most. I couldn't help it at the time. I didn't want your grandpa to know that I had just gained a firm footing... Besides, didn't I recognize him too? ? You are my son, and what is on your body is my blood."

Lin Beichen is his pride, his hope, Lin Beichen did something wrong, he is willing to compromise, willing to speak hard, willing to indulge, how wonderful, if he is really Lin Beichen, how touched this great fatherly love ah.

Unfortunately, he is not.

"I have something I've always wanted to ask you." Lin Beichen's eyes blurred. "Was the car accident back then really just an accident?"

Lin Haofeng's hands tightened, and a piece of water spilled out of the glass. He said with a blank expression, "It's not an accident, but what is it?"

"But later I heard from the driver that the key that Gu Yizhou took from him was given by Qin Mo."

Lin Beichen's tone was cold, and he continued: "It was my mother's birthday present to Qin Mo, but he didn't accept it, so he returned it to the driver—I remember you gave him the car keys yourself, right?"

"Who did you hear?"

"That doesn't matter. I just want to know why exactly that car's brakes don't work."

Lin Haofeng turned his scrutiny gaze: "Why are you asking this, what are you doubting?"

Lin Beichen's smile became dangerous: "Why didn't I ask, Gu Yizhou and I almost died, and Qin Mo also became a vegetable."

"Tell me, this is a hurdle that I can't get over, and this is also a bridge between us." Lin Beichen said in a slow voice: "If you don't make it clear, we will always have a gap."

Lin Haofeng finally knew that for so many years, besides being angry with his previous marriage, he was more suspicious of that car accident. How did he feel in his heart, what was his disappointment with him and He Zhiru?Lin Haofeng was at a loss for words for a moment.

"Xiaochen, don't think about it."

"Did you move your hands and feet?"

One day the paper will not be able to contain the fire, Lin Haofeng thought for a long time, and replied: "Xiao Chen, your mother is also very regretful, and he didn't want to do anything to Qin Mo, it was just a moment of confusion..."

"What about you, do you know? You do know, but you still gave him the key, don't you?" Lin Beichen laughed, unable to tell whether it was more sad, more disappointed, or both. Both.

Lin Haofeng's tone was suddenly cold: "Is that all you want to know?".

There was frost in his eyes.Tell him, so that he won't make trouble with himself by guessing again and again.

"I know, I knew it when I gave it to him. Your mother told me, so the decision is in my hands."

Lin Haofeng was like a Rakshasa who pronounced the power of life and death on others, calm and indifferent, as if the death of his own son was his relief.

After hearing this, Lin Beichen laughed so hard that tears came out.

"I gave him a chance, but he didn't want it. It's fine for him to be gay, but he does it by my side and makes me a mess. I reminded him more than once, how can I allow him to make trouble for me when I'm here..."

"So, you killed him." Lin Beichen's eyes were red, and his voice was full of hatred: "Hahahaha, so, you are so ruthless, you...you just let him die like this..."

——His biological father wanted him to die, did he hate him enough to want him to die?

"Xiaochen, I just didn't expect you to be the ones who got the key in the end. This is my retribution. I was really...fortunately, you are fine. I did something wrong. I'm sorry for you and Yizhou."

Lin Beichen clenched his hands tightly into fists, his joints turned white with force, his voice was hoarse and fragmented, and he squeezed out his teeth: "What about you, do you feel...haha, feel sorry for him?"

Or, have you ever regretted it?

It's not that he didn't suspect Lin Haofeng. For so many years, he has been fighting against Lin Haofeng, making it difficult for him, but he thought, the poison of a tiger does not eat its children, maybe Lin Haofeng really doesn't know.

However, it was different when he heard his father tell him that he wanted to kill him.The scars were uncovered, and inside were not healed old wounds, but decayed flesh and blood.

He finally knew what was in the last look in Lin Haofeng's eyes when he handed him the key. He wanted him to die.I don't know if he regretted it when he looked at himself, if he felt unbearable... no.

Lin Haofeng looked at him and could think of the first half of his life of depression and frustration. It was a thorn in Lin Haofeng's heart, and only by removing it could he be happy.

He cherishes his half-brother. His younger brother made a mistake. Lin Haofeng condoned and advised him in every possible way. As for himself, he didn't even have a chance to correct himself. He made a mistake and his father wanted him to die. of!

For so many years, Lin Haoran's connivance and attention to him is actually a disguised form of Lingchi. Every time he favors "Lin Beichen" he hurts himself, telling himself: Look, only "Lin Beichen" can With Lin Haofeng's attention and care, Qin Mo is a dirty thing.

Unfortunately, he is not Lin Beichen, and this so-called paternal love is just a big joke to him.

What does all this seemingly warm family relationship have to do with him? Apart from telling him time and time again that this doesn't belong to him, that he doesn't deserve it, and that he doesn't even deserve to think about it, what's the use?All the care I get belongs to myself, and it's just alms given by others.

No one knew how he felt when he saw his body covered in blood and lying in the ICU with needles inserted. For so many years, Lin Haofeng had never visited "Qin Mo" who was lying on the bed.

How could he look at it, how could he regret it, he would feel disgusted if he looked at himself even more.

As if thousands of ants were eating away at his heart, he stared at Lin Haofeng in a daze, his eyes were gloomy and cold, his heart glowed with blood, and his voice was hoarse and exhausted: "Qin Mo... didn't he want to leave back then? He We're all leaving..."

He's leaving, he's letting himself go.

He's tired and he wants to start over.

But why, no one gave him a chance...