"Do you want to listen?"
But unexpectedly, Xiang Fengyu heard such an answer.
The child's brain was frightened.
Seeing that she was silent, Yan Xingyue reached out and pulled her out of her clothes.
"go out."
Xiang Fengyu yanked his arm.
She raised her head and met Xiaoyingyangzi's bottomless eyes, and moved her lips.
"I want to listen."
Xiang Fengyu knew that if he listened, he might have to bear his fate together, but Xiangfeng Yu still wanted to listen.
[After hearing this, I can justifiably refuse to return his three pairs of underwear]
Xiang Fengyu wakes up in a daze every day, but she relies on those three pairs of underwear to remind her of her current identity——
A pervert who will do whatever it takes to survive.
Yan Xingyue didn't know what she was thinking, he only knew that she wanted to listen.
Xiang Fengyu looked at the loose coat hanging on his body, and covered him with a quilt with some embarrassment.
"Say it."
Wrapped up like a silkworm chrysalis, Xiang Fengyu sat cross-legged opposite him.
Yan Xingyue leaned his head on the thick quilt, lowered his eyes and began to think.
He has never told anyone about his past. Maybe it was a whim, or maybe he will regret it when he wakes up tomorrow.
But at least for now, Yan Xingyue just wants to say.
Xiao Fengpi, who grew up alone with a dark heart, would rather put down his pride and use the sympathy in human nature to feel his pain to Feng Yu and hate Jiang Zhi.
As annoying as he is.
"Biologically, he's my half-brother."
Yan Xingyue usually doesn't speak such long sentences, but every time he does, it's a bomb.
Xiang Fengyu was so shocked that he showed a shocked expression.
Holding his chin, Xiang Fengyu suddenly remembered something that seemed familiar to him when he first met Jiang Zhi.
Speaking of which...
His eyes turned to the pale Yan Xingyue in front of him.
Those identical dark eyes are not exactly the same.
It's just that one is dim and dark and terrible, and the other is clear and deep.
"Ah... then... then Jiang Zhi's mother."
Jiang Zhi's mother, Jiang Zhiying, is still very famous in this circle.
A single mother suddenly appeared with a lot of wealth and made the company bigger and stronger. Gradually, people dared not underestimate her, an upstart who appeared out of thin air.
etc……
upstart?
Before Xiang Fengyu could catch anything, Yan Xingyue continued to speak.
"Jiang Zhiying was originally my tutor."
"She got involved with Yan Zhaiwen when my mother took me to compete abroad."
Yan Zhaiwen was Yan Xingyue's father. This was the first time Xiang Fengyu heard him mention this person.
"After my mother returned to China, she discovered the relationship between the two and had a big quarrel with him. Yan Zhaiwen didn't feel any guilt at all and only thought about Jiang Zhiying, and even brought him home with a child openly. "
"It wasn't until that time that my mother knew that the two of them had been together for a long time and even had a child who was only three months younger than me."
Xiang Fengyu moved his lips, and his whole body seemed to be mute due to poison.
Until Yan Xingyue said in an overly cold voice: "That child is Jiang Zhi."
Before Xiang Fengyu could digest this huge amount of information, Yan Xingyue continued to speak. He used the calmest expression and tone to reveal to Xiang Fengyu everything that had happened in this house, which is now known as a 'ghost house'.
"My mother was so mad about it."
"In order to force her to death, Jiang Zhiying brought a group of ruffians to the door to humiliate her."
Holding the cup with his fingers, Xiang Fengyu forgot how to breathe for a moment.
She is thinking...
Humiliation, was that what she imagined?
"The servants followed Yan Zhaiwen's orders and determined that Jiang Zhiying would be the next wife. No one helped her, and everyone looked on with cold eyes."
When he said this, he paused slightly.
From Xiang Fengyu's perspective, he was still calm.
It's like explaining another person's affairs rationally.
"right here."
Xiang Fengyu followed his line of sight and saw the cabinet.
"I was tied up by Jiang Zhiying and kept there, watching how my mother was humiliated."
"She woke up in the hospital and went crazy."
"Afterwards, Jiang Zhiying married Yan Zhaiwen. She secretly injected him with drugs and transferred all his property while he was unconscious."
"When Yan Zhaiwen found out that he had no money to buy drugs, he jumped from the building and died because he couldn't bear the withdrawal reaction."
And Jiang Zhiying left here with her son, and suddenly became a new rich person in S city. With the Yan family's money, she became a master who no longer had to please anyone.
After listening to Xiang Fengyu, he didn't know what to say.
Yan Xingyue's experience is very similar to that of the three Xiang brothers.
Both parties had their lives ruined and their mothers taken away by their mistresses.
Although Mrs. Yan is still alive, she is undoubtedly dead.
"No wonder……"
She murmured under her breath.
No wonder Yan Xingyue had murderous intentions towards Xiang Fengyu from the beginning.
Because Xiang Fengyu is also Xiaosan’s child.
"Does Jiang Zhi... know about this?"
Xiang Fengyu actually knew the answer in his heart, but he still wanted to hear Yan Xingyue's answer.
"He doesn't know I exist."
I don’t know how I was born.
Jiang Zhiying raised him well. The woman who was cruel to outsiders loved her only son very much.
Xiang Fengyu thought of herself, lowered her head and whispered: "I'm sorry..."
"You don't need to apologize."
Yan Xingyue shook his head.
"The damn person is almost dead."
Not one of those disgusting men, including the servants who watched that day, was spared.
The people Jiang Zhiying sent later were also killed by him one by one.
She knew that keeping Yan Xingyue would be a huge hidden danger in the future. Ever since she poisoned young Yan Xingyue to destroy his body, she had been thinking of ways to kill him.
But Yan Xingyue is like a poisonous snake wrapped around a person's body. No matter how you tear it apart, he can nimbly dodge it. He will even pierce his fangs viciously into your flesh and blood when he finds time, making it impossible for anyone to do anything to him.
Xiang Fengyu cried again.
The tears fell down as if they were worthless.
Writing is a profession that requires a strong ability to empathize, and Xiang Fengyu is such a person.
"Wuwuwuwu Yueyue...I...I don't know what to say...I won't play with Jiang Zhi anymore. Wuwuwu..."
She spoke incoherently, clenching her fingers together, tears falling like broken threads, and her eyes were red from crying.
"I...can I give you a hug...make sure I don't rub my nose on you oooooooooooo."
Yan Xingyue watched her cry, her fingers hidden in the quilt curled up and shaking slightly.
Secret excitement crawled from the dark corners, and he needed to control himself to prevent pleasure from showing in the corners of his eyes and brows.
"come over."
He whispered to Xiang Feng.
The low, soft voice is very similar to the first time we met, but there are subtle differences.
After receiving permission, Xiang Fengyu ran towards him with his mouth open and tears on his face.
He was knocked unconscious by Xiao Yiyang.
Literally, the kind of drowsiness that occurs when you close your eyes and lose consciousness.
