Every world I die young

Deng Zebao was just talking casually, but Mo Yinglan's smiling face suddenly changed, and he said sternly: "No!"

Deng Zebao was taken aback by him, he patted his chest: "You scared me to death, what are you doing, who provoked you?"

Mo Yinglan's always casual and indifferent eyes became stern, his tone was tough and cold, and he paused every word: "You can't go to that place."

Deng Zebao was shocked by his attitude, he hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Whether I'm going or not, I'm just talking casually, I just want to find some excitement, find the meaning of living—"

Mo Yinglan was soothed by his teasing tone, and he said angrily, "Just you? The meaning of life is to eat, drink, have fun and play games."

"Damn, I said brat, can you stop looking down on people all the time, your brother and I are also people with connotations."

Joking along the way, when Deng Zebao returned home in the middle of the night, he was surprised to find a light turned on in the room that had been deserted for a long time, but he didn't think it was welcoming him, but felt that a storm was coming.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Deng Zepan cautiously opened the door, quietly moved his body into the room, trying not to make a sound.

"came back."

A deep and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and the voice-activated light at the entrance suddenly turned on, and the snow-white light cast on Deng Zepan's face, making his complexion pale and terrifying.

"……dad."

In the middle of the night, everything was silent.

A piercing sound of broken porcelain pierced through the long night, Deng Zepan's face was gloomy and terrifying, he slammed the anti-theft door hard, and left without putting on his coat.

"Deng Zebao, if you dare to hang out with that gloomy boy from the Yang family in the future, I will sever the father-son relationship with you!"

The middle-aged man roared in anger and was locked in the luxury villa with a slam. Deng Zepan slammed the door of the car, stepped on the pedal to pull the accelerator, and pressed the start button. The whole set of actions was done in one go. His pupils gradually became bloodshot.

The extremely expensive Maybach is galloping on the highway like a wild horse out of control, and the night wind is blowing, even if you are sitting in the car, you can faintly hear the sound of howling wind.

After spending the whole night in the bar, Deng Zepan was almost drunk, and he would definitely not be able to drive. In the early morning, he sat in the driver's seat and lay dead, with a severe headache. With blurred eyes, he saw a gentle woman.

The woman beckoned to him, with slender hands and green fingers, she looked like a very young woman.

The style of clothes she was wearing was very old. If it was more than ten years ago, it must have been at the forefront of the times, but now, it is a bit nondescript.

Deng Zebao felt that he must have been hallucinating from drinking too much, otherwise how could he see his mother who drowned to death when he was five years old.

He buried his head deeply, curled up in the driver's seat with long hands and long legs, looking lonely and helpless, like a cub that lost its mother, full of hesitation.

"Son, dear son, come to mommy, come to mommy quickly..."

"Mom..." Deng Zebao had a splitting headache and his consciousness was a little blurred. Is this a dream?

Deng Zepan stretched out his hand, and the woman's hand in sight gently rested on his hand, and he immediately shivered from the cold, how could human hands be so cold?

The woman's gentle eyes suddenly became fierce, but her tone was still soft: "Get up, baby, let's go with mother."