Rarely affectionate

With a loud bang, the door was kicked open from the outside, then hit the wall, and bounced back heavily.

The subordinates headed by Zhou Zhengrong all cautiously retreated outside the door, not daring to look up.

Yuan Cheng withdrew his feet, walked into the small room step by step with a cold face.

Lang Bai sat in front of the window with his back facing him, as if he hadn't done anything, with his hands resting on his lap calmly, staring lightly at the vast sky outside the window.

This is Lang Bai's study.The room is not big, covered with a thick white rabbit fur carpet, and the furniture is all white and light-colored, and it looks very bright and warm under the sunlight.Two bookcases lined up on both sides of the room, which displayed Lang Bai's private collection of books, as well as some gun parts that he thought were valuable or aesthetically pleasing.Near the window at the end are tables, chairs and two exquisite screens, which are embroidered with landscapes, flowers and birds, vivid and elegant.

Many people in the Yuan family knew that the two screens in the study room were embroidered by Lang Baihua, who hired an embroiderer from outside with a lot of money.But a few years later, Yuan Cheng heard rumors from the servant who served Lang Bai that the two screens were embroidered by the young master himself stitch by stitch.

This is actually quite possible.Skilled gunners usually have delicate and flexible fingers. Since Lang Bai can play the piano, he may also be able to embroider screens.As for whether he is willing to make his skill public, that is up to him.

Yuan Cheng used to think that he knew this child very well. After all, he had raised him with his own hands for several years, and he could even notice if his hair grew a little bit.

But today he found that, in fact, he didn't understand Lang Bai as well as he thought.

Where he hadn't noticed, where he had been too conceited to ignore, the child gradually wove for himself an unfathomable web.Yuan Cheng thought that he was still the same as before, he could grab his youngest son from his side with his hand, but it was only today that he found that Lang Bai was safely at the bottom of the net, and no one could casually grab him from the net. The net was pulled out.

This realization is simply astonishing!

"It's almost twelve o'clock, Father."

Lang Bai didn't look back, but from his voice, he seemed to be smiling a little.

"Come join me for the third death knell?"

His voice was so understated that Yuan Cheng couldn't hold back for a moment, suddenly lifted him from the chair, and slammed him down on the table with a bang.This should be very painful, Lang Bai's cheek hit the table all of a sudden, and at the same time, one arm was twisted behind his back, Yuan Cheng exerted too much force, and there was a dangerous cracking sound on the bone of his forearm!

"The third person will be killed in less than an hour, and no one can stop it except you. Ah Bai, if I stop now, I can forgive you, otherwise...!"

Lang Bai glanced at Yuan Cheng coldly: "Otherwise what, kill me? Hand me over to those elders? Or drive me out of Yuan's house?... Do it, father, do you think I will beg for your forgiveness? Is it? No, I’ve said it before, I’m coercing you! Don’t you understand the word coercion?”

Yuan Cheng bent down, pressed against Lang Bai's ear, and stared closely at the young man's clear eyes.

What beautiful eyeballs, looking at them so closely, he was so beautiful that he wanted to dig them out alive!

"Your so-called coercion..." Yuan Cheng gritted his teeth, and asked every single word: "Is this how you kill people one by one in front of me?"

Lang Bai lowered his eyelashes, seeming to cover the cold smile in his eyes: "Oh, my father, why didn't you have such a lofty sense of morality when you killed your uncle and cousins? —— Or, when you killed your uncle and cousins? When your relatives imprisoned me and interrogated me for three days and three nights, why didn’t you have such a hypocritical, hypocritical, and disgusting sense of morality?”

Yuan Cheng suddenly raised his hand, as if he really wanted to slap him, but he held back in an instant.

Lang Bai stared at his father's raised hand coldly, with a calm expression.

"If you have the ability, stop the death knell at twelve o'clock. If you have the ability, stop the death of the third Yuan family elder. The head of the Yuan family, the godfather of the underworld... how loud and powerful it sounds! Endless money You are free to squander your power and power, but you can only play prestige to an illegitimate child who has no power, no power, and no power to restrain a chicken? Father, you are really capable!"

Yuan Cheng suddenly picked him up with one hand, stared at him face to face, and said sharply: "If I was really capable, I would have heartily handed you over a long time ago! Why do you think you can still sit here and yell at me now!"

Lang Bai said nothing.

Although he was at such a disadvantage, he looked at Yuan Cheng with a condescending feeling.

"I really don't have any sense of morality. You know this best... Yes, Abai, you are right in accusing me." Yuan Cheng paused, then suddenly changed the subject: "But you know why I only have two children, you and Yuan Xiao. ?"

Lang Bai didn't speak.

"Because I don't want to see any more fighting among the Yuan family! Counting three generations before you, we have killed enough of each other! My father was poisoned and killed by my uncle. My uncle and Tang Brothers have been eliminated by me again, and now there is no one in the direct line except you and Yuan Xiao! Ah Bai, if these things you did were put back 20 years ago, not only would I not scold you, but I would I think you are very promising...but Ah Bai, not now! I can kill people, but you can't!"

Yuan Cheng was almost incoherent. After a while, he took a deep breath.

"Abai...I don't want you to be like me or Yuan Xiao, I hope you...grow up as I want..."

The time is approaching twelve o'clock every minute and every second.

The grand grandfather clock in the study swings from side to side, ticking and ticking, neither fast nor slow.

However, Yuan Cheng seemed to have vented all his anger, he just grabbed Lang Bai and stood there motionless, with a painful expression on his face.

"...It's too late, father." Lang Bai said lightly, "I've already grown into what you least expect."

He raised his hand slowly, looking at his fingers.His fingers are actually very slender and beautiful. Because of piano practice, the nails are very short and neatly trimmed. The knuckles are almost white in the light, and the faint blue veins on the back of the hand are obvious.

Anyone who saw these hands would feel that they were the hands of a pianist, or a well-maintained nobleman.

"In exchange for the loyalty of the Tijuana family, in order to gain the support of more friends, and finally in order to threaten the Yuan family and you with the power of others... I have done a lot of things, and I am very skilled in crimes or murders... It can be said , Many times more proficient than big brother.

In fact, I never kill with my own hands. I have no strength and am very weak, so I often maneuver among various forces, use calculations and schemes, and cleverly borrow swords to kill people.It's like a white wolf with empty gloves in the mall, accumulating my own relationship and influence bit by bit, it is actually very difficult and dangerous for me to get to this point, even if I take a wrong step, I may be smashed to pieces..."

Lang Bai paused, and said softly: "I am no longer the child who was raped by you but was unable to protect myself, and could only suffer and despair."

His voice was very soft when he said this.

But it sounds like every word is as important as a thousand weights.

Yuan Cheng seemed to have paused for a moment under the weight of these words, and wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything.

"Ha," Lang Bai shook his head, and returned to his casual and disapproving look, "Speaking of which, my birthday is not over yet Father. The murder at twelve o'clock in the noon must be nothing you can do, let me tell you the fourth time When the death knell rang, it was exactly six o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still six hours."

He turned his gaze and looked at Yuan Cheng.The gesture of the shining water light swirling under his eyes is actually very attractive, giving people an indescribable, cold and beautiful feeling.

"Six o'clock in the afternoon and two o'clock in the morning are called the time of encountering demons. This time is the easiest to attract ghosts and ghosts." At this time, he seemed to be distracted, and murmured to himself: "I guess after I die If you can’t become a Buddha, you will probably float out at six o’clock in the afternoon.”

Yuan Cheng frowned, and let go of Lang Bai.He took two steps outside, as if he was going to give instructions to his subordinates, but suddenly he stopped and turned around.

Lang Bai didn't know what he was going to do, and stared at him warily.

Who knew that Yuan Cheng pulled out a chair and sat down heavily.As if he had made some kind of decision, he whispered, "I don't want to stop you anymore."

Lang Bai raised his eyebrows.

"Forget it, if you really resent that much, you can kill whoever you like, as long as you have the ability." Yuan Cheng smiled wryly, "I don't want to be told by you for the rest of my life, I gave you the worst Birthday, you can't take revenge, and you will suffer for a lifetime. At least you will have a good feeling when you recall Dad in the future!"

His decision was too contrary to Lang Bai's understanding of "Yuan Cheng", Lang Bai even stepped back half a step vigilantly.

Yuan Cheng stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to hold his youngest son in his arms, but the movement stopped in the middle, and then dropped down.

The vigilant look in Lang Bai's eyes was so obvious, which gave Yuan Cheng a feeling: If this kind of vigilance was even a little more, he would never even think about getting close to his youngest son in his life!

"Okay, you won." Yuan Cheng said with a sigh.

"Tomorrow I will inform them to repair the genealogy, put Yuan's surname in front of your name, and publish a newspaper to announce that you are my biological son. If you still don't believe me, when I hold your birthday party tonight, I will The decision will be announced publicly.”

Lang Bai opened his eyes slightly, as if he couldn't believe it.The expression on his face was indeed pleasantly surprised for a moment, but then the insignificant joy was washed away by suspicion and vigilance.

Like a child lying on the shop window staring at his favorite toy, cautious and full of hope.That hope lasted for too long, and it almost turned into despair. Suddenly, one day the shopkeeper came out and announced that he would give him the toy without asking for a penny.

The joy of wish fulfillment is too great to be frightening!

Yuan Cheng opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything after all.He took Lang Bai's hand, his movements were so gentle that it made people cry, and he gently stroked the tender and white palm of his youngest son.

After a long time, he sighed and said: "I was indeed threatened by you, but not because I was afraid that those elders would be killed by you, but because of you..." He smiled wryly, and said softly: "I am afraid that you will hate me. I'm afraid you won't like your father at all from now on."

"I didn't like you in the first place." Lang Bai retorted a little stiffly.

Yuan Cheng looked at him and laughed, "I don't believe it."

Lang Bai turned his head away, his face was slightly red.The light crimson color spread all the way to the back of the ear, and the black hair tip was attached to the tender white ear, making Yuan Cheng stare at it for a long time without moving.

It would be great if you weren't my biological child... He thought silently.

If you were not my own, I could justifiably fall in love with you, protect you, let you grow up happily, and never be as sad and painful as you are now...

Even make you... fall in love with me too.

Yuan Cheng sighed in a low voice, and stretched out his hands to stroke the broken hair around Ping Lang's ears.It has been a long time since there was such an intimate movement between them, because every time he approached, Lang Bai would quickly hide in a safe corner like a frightened little animal, and immediately raised his sharp claws.

You will never fall in love with your biological father... Yuan Cheng thought silently as he stroked Lang Bai's hair.