"Uncle came to me before. He said that as long as I want to be the heir, he will support me and take the rights from you. But I refused. I know you want the Patterson family, so I will give it to you. As long as I have it, I can give it to you."
Having said that, the boy took a deep breath and stopped the trembling of his voice.
Feng Feiming's pupils shrank. At the beginning, it was Shen Mingye's uncle who troubled him the most. Later, for some reason, the resistance of this branch of the family suddenly weakened.
He originally thought that his own operation had played a role, but now he told him that it was actually Shen Mingye who comforted his uncle
No... It's impossible, it's all a lie to him...
Feng Feiming couldn't believe the young man's words, because if he believed it, it would be a world-shattering shock to himself.
"Before you were very troubled by family affairs, Mr. Yodel said that you just need to take out the owner's token. I was really scared when I heard this, because I seemed to have lost it, and I was afraid that I would mess with you Trouble. But fortunately, I finally found it. I was afraid that you would refuse, so I kept it from you and went to earn enough liquidated damages to get the owner's token. I want to give it to you as your birthday present in three days... "
Looking at the young man with pale lips, Feng Feiming felt cold in his palms, forgot? He just forgot? It's not that you don't want to give it to him, or that you're secretly planning to seize power
And in the past few days, is this the reason for his abnormality? Feng Feiming only felt his head buzzing, and the turbulent emotions in his heart almost made him lose the ability to think.
The truth was caught off guard like Feng Feiming, and he suddenly thought, if the boy was really lying to him from beginning to end, then why was the emotion in his eyes so sincere, and then the action of taking back the token without telling him was full of flaws
So...wrong...it was him all along? Did he abruptly cut off the budding feelings in his heart
"There is no other reason to do this, because I like you, so as long as I can give you, I want to give you..."
Speaking of this, the boy's voice finally trembled: "You are so good to me, I always thought you liked me too, but just like me, because of my marriage contract..."
No... He wants to explain that he likes the young man. When he watched the young man perform tea ceremony for him, and saw the young man smile wholeheartedly and trustingly at him, he was actually tempted!
But Feng Feiming opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound. Because where is his hypocritical liking worth saying
"I didn't expect that you didn't like me at all, when I prepared you a birthday present..."
"What do you think... kill me..."
These words completely exposed Feng Feiming's fig leaf, allowing him to clearly see his own selfishness and cruelty. Yes... the boy was right, he prepared birthday presents for him full of joy, but he arranged people to kill him on the way!
Thinking of this, Feng Feiming suddenly felt that even breathing was in pain, but fortunately... fortunately...he didn't make a move yet.
"It seems that you don't need the gift I prepared." The young man let go, letting the precious box in his hand roll to the floor.
Feng Feiming looked at the Patriarch's keepsake that he had been thinking about day and night, and it hit the ground with a thud. The clasp of the box was broken, and the ring inside collapsed to the ground.
He should care about this token, he should immediately run up to pick it up and take a closer look at any damage on it.
But now Feng Feiming didn't want to do any of these things, he could only stare blankly at the shining light in the young man's eyes, which shattered "bang" like fragile glass.
The fragments seemed to have pierced the boy's bright pupils, making the eyes that had been filled with sunlight extremely dark ever since.
Feng Feiming's favorite eyes, the eyes that made him feel the most warm, finally disappeared.
Feng Feiming, who lacked love since he was a child, personally smashed the incomparably precious love he longed for most to pieces.
A huge sense of panic rose in Feng Feiming's heart. He watched the boy turn around, his heart felt as if a piece had been hollowed out, and he was so painful that he wanted to curl up.
"No...don't, don't go."
The boy's back was straight, and his steps didn't stop at all because of his persuasion.
Seeing the young man's determination, Feng Feiming felt that he was going crazy. He recalled the rare warmth between himself and the boy in the past few days. They were so close at that time, why did he suddenly have doubts
He's obviously been moved, and they are obviously likely to lead to a good result...
The boy's back tells Feng Feiming that he is not weak at all, he loves passionately and brilliantly, like a moth to a flame, he puts all of himself into this love, and secretly bears the burden of the whole family for Feng Feiming. pressure.
He is very strong, but he always unfolds his softest inside like Feng Feiming without reservation.
This is Shen Mingye's love.
Feng Feiming wanted to chase after him, but he couldn't move his footsteps at all. A voice in his heart said to him: "You are not worthy, you are dirty and selfish, you don't deserve such love."
Yes, he doesn't deserve it.
Jodl watched the obviously lonely boy subconsciously get up and chase after him, but he was stunned as soon as he went out.
A tall man grabbed the young man's waist first, and then simply hugged the dejected young man horizontally, and strode out.
Those emerald eyes that made Yordle tremble with fear, swept him indifferently. Jodl could clearly see the threat conveyed by those eyes, and the undisguised possessive desire for the boy in his arms.
"Father... Father..." Jodl muttered as he stood there.
Due to Ahaz's deterrence, Jodl finally didn't have the guts to chase after him, and retreated to the room in a state of confusion.
In the room, Feng Feiming was kneeling on the ground to pick up the ring with the family crest of the Patterson family. He not only picked up the ring, but also carefully picked up the broken box on the ground and put it in his Not a single piece of the suit was spared.
At this time, Feng Feiming is not like the cunning businessman in the mall, but has turned back to the orphan who was pushed back and forth by his relatives, holding the last gift left to him by the boy in his arms , like holding your own whole world.
Feng Feiming ignored Yodel, all his attention seemed to be on the things wrapped in his suit, and then he walked out of the room slowly.
Seeing that Feng Feiming was about to leave, Jodl hesitated for a moment, and still told him what the teenager asked him to keep secret: "He went out the night before yesterday because he wanted to sell the script, but he was tricked by a director with ulterior motives into Weiner." S. I met him at night and he begged me not to tell you."
After hearing Yodel's words, Feng Feiming shook his whole body, as if he couldn't bear the weighty "gift" in his arms.
In the end, he still stood firm and left the place slowly.
In Jodl's eyes, Feng Feiming did deserve what he deserved, so he didn't feel any sympathy. What lingers in his mind now is the relationship between his father and Shen Mingye!
when did they meet Why so intimate? Could it be the night when the boy went to Venus
Ahaz brought the boy back to his bedroom, and gently placed him on the bed as if holding some fragile object. Brushing his soft forehead hair, asked him softly: "Are you okay? Do you want to eat something first when it's noon?"
Qingyun enjoys the careful care of the man, and his soul suddenly receives the energy fed back from the world, which makes him still a little dazed, just in line with the appearance of "broken love".
The boy's pale face made Ahaz feel distressed. He wanted to hold the boy in his arms to comfort him, but he was afraid that his touch would provoke him to react violently.
Perhaps it is the age gap, or some memory in the subconscious mind of the soul. When Ahaz treats the teenager, he not only has the possessiveness of a lover, but also has a kind of elder-like care.
So no matter how much he loves Qingyun and wants to possess him, he is reluctant to use any strong means. Ahaz felt very sorry for accidentally exposing the boy to the hurtful truth today.
"You said before... that you have to exchange things with me. Does it still count now?" Qing Yun tugged on the man's sleeves pretending to be pitiful, her eyes looked very innocent, "I have nowhere to go."
Ahaz was so distressed by the young man's words that he finally couldn't help but hugged him tightly: "Who said you have nowhere to go? You can go wherever you want in the entire e-country, and I will always be with you. Besides, Pa The Jetson family will always be your home, and it should be yours, and no one can take it away."
The man's gentle and domineering words made Qing Yun very angry, but he still lowered his head and showed a sly smile, hesitantly said: "But I still want to go back..."
When Ahas heard this, he still couldn't help turning cold. He couldn't help but lift the boy's chin and make him look directly at him: "You want to go back after he said that?"
"I like the housekeeper K very much, so I want to take him away, can't I? And I don't know you very well, you often touch me, so of course I have K by my side to be at ease."
The boy stared at Ahaz with eyes that were as clear as water washed.
unfamiliar? Use your hands and feet? While Ahaz couldn't laugh or cry, he suddenly thought of his other identity...
When Feng Feiming returned home, the huge villa looked extremely empty, the windows that were usually lit until late at night, but now it was pitch black.
He skipped the servant with a slightly frightened face, and walked upstairs. When he saw the open door of the boy's room, Feng Feiming's pupils shrank, and he walked in quickly to turn on the light.
It was empty, the huge bookcase was gone, and even the quilt that smelled like a teenager had been taken away.
He was so determined... didn't he leave anything for himself
Feng Feiming was leaning against the wall dejectedly, when he suddenly saw a book left on the ground, he immediately rushed towards it, as if someone would snatch it away at night.
This is the book he once gave to the young man, Feng Feiming rubbed the young man's name on the title page, tears finally fell down and filled the ink.
Holding the keepsake wrapped in the suit and the book in his arms, Feng Feiming leaned against the wall and cried like a child.
Why can't he give a little more trust? Why do you speculate on him with so much malice? Why wait until he left before starting to miss the warmth he brought
No one can answer Feng Feiming, he can only bear the consequences of all his actions alone.
The next day, Feng Feiming went to the company and transferred all the shares he had acquired over the years of taking power to Shen Mingye. He returned the entire Patterson family back intact.
On the third day, Feng Feiming packed his things and left the villa where he lived with the boy.
Before leaving, Feng Feiming walked down the familiar staircase handrail for the last time. He pressed his index finger on the "pattern" on the wooden handrail, and suddenly realized that there were some scattered words on it.
These words can perfectly form sentences and form a poem.
Feng Feiming was stunned, he remembered what Yodel said once when he helped him upstairs.
"The handrails in your house are very unique?"
Feng Feiming, whose emotions had already calmed down, went crazy, pressing hard on the densely packed letters on the armrest from top to bottom. These words are engraved extremely clearly, as long as you master the rules, you can easily recognize them.
Feng Feiming stroked the entire stair railing carefully from top to bottom until his fingers were red, swollen and purple.
He was crying and laughing, tears streaming down his face, and he muttered in his mouth: "Why didn't I find out? Why..."
Feng Feiming stayed in the villa for one more night, this night he didn't sleep, took a pen and paper to carefully copy down all the poems on the armrest.
Then, he left the Patterson family with a broken box, a book, and a stack of transcribed love poems.