Zhao Hong dropped his cell phone, his expression was gloomy like dripping water, it took a while before he regained his composure.
Zhao Ling looked uneasy: "Dad, could Deng Jingwen have lied to us? How could Deng Zhuo not be his son?"
Zhao Hong pondered for a long time, and said two words coldly, "No."
"Then what should we do?" Zhao Ling was completely panicked, cold sweat was streaming down his face, his eyes were full of resentment and resentment. This time they took the risk to expose their whereabouts, but it turned out that Deng Zhuo was not Deng Jingwen's son! Deng Jingwen had no scruples, how could he let them go
Zhao Hong didn't answer. He walked up to Xie He and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"
Xie He repeated the sentence again in a calm tone: "I am not his son."
Zhao Hong nodded: "We already know this. What I want to know is why you are not his son, when did he find out that you are not, and since you are not... why Deng Jingwen still keeps you by his side?"
Every time Zhao Hong asked a question, Xie He's face became paler. He pursed his lips tightly, but refused to speak anymore.
Zhao Ling rushed over and grabbed Xie He's hair, forcing him to look up, and said angrily, "I'm asking you something! Answer it quickly!"
Xie He stubbornly closed his mouth and said nothing, his eyes were red, and his expression was filled with extreme pain... His body was tied by ropes, and he fell helplessly on the ground, but was forced to raise his neck, like a bound man. The dying swan is beautifully sad and desperate.
Zhao Hong's eyes sank slightly, as if something flashed in his mind, he suddenly asked: "Deng Jingwen drove you out of the house half a year ago, did he realize that you are not his son?"
Xie He's expression darkened.
Zhao Hong knew it in his heart. He paused, stared at Xie He's face, and said slowly: "It is said that Deng Jingwen likes a beautiful boy like you the most. I think he likes you very much because of your appearance. So... He changed his mind and took you back because he liked you, didn't he?"
Xie He's body trembled slightly, his face was bloodless, he glanced at Zhao Hong with cold and dead eyes, and then closed his eyes.
Seeing this, Zhao Hong and Zhao Ling looked at each other in disbelief!
I thought that the fact that Deng Zhuo was not Deng Jingwen's son was shocking enough, who would have thought that the truth would be even more unimaginable! Deng Jingwen actually...
When Zhao Hong looked at Xie He again, there was only sympathy in his eyes. Deng Jingwen would never be sincere to his playthings. Zhuoye was no exception, even though he single-handedly raised this boy as his son. It's just that...their situation will be worse, without coercion, Deng Jingwen will not show mercy to them! Although Deng Jingwen didn't care much about Deng Zhuo, their behavior slapped him in the face. With Deng Jingwen's heart, it must be thunderous means to welcome them!
This time it was completely planted! Zhao Hong is also a person who can afford to let go, he said decisively: "We will leave now!" He must run away before Deng Jingwen finds him! That way there is still a chance!
Although he knew that there was no other choice, Zhao Ling was extremely unwilling, "Dad, should we just leave it like this?!"
Zhao Hong said: "What if it doesn't count?" He sighed in his heart, this son was also spoiled by him, and he was also responsible for falling to this point, but even though he knew this, he couldn't let him go die! He is the only son!
Zhao Ling glanced at his empty sleeves, with deep-seated hatred in his eyes, he just ran away like this, and then hid in hiding for the rest of his life... how resigned! How willing! At this moment, anger and hatred defeated fear! He said to Zhao Hong: "Dad, you go first, I'll come over after I kill this kid!"
[Xie He: Baby, quickly give me a 360-degree shot without dead ends, and then make it into a holographic projection video. I want to be able to appreciate my flawless beauty anytime, anywhere in the future!]
[444: Now? ? ?]The host is still in the mood to take selfies at a time like this? ! Σ(°△°|||)︴
[Xie He: Of course it is now. I won't be able to appreciate this beautiful face in the future. When I think about it, it's really heartbreaking.]
[444:...?]Why is he getting more and more incomprehensible
[Xie He: You have to know that being too beautiful is sometimes an obstacle... By the way, have you finished shooting yet?]
[444: Alright!]Although I don't understand why, but the host's instructions are right_
[Xie He: Very good, it's time for Dad to put aside the flashy appearance and directly hit the beauty in my heart:)]
444: ... what the hell
Zhao Hong's expression turned cold when he heard the words, and he said sharply, "No! Keep him here to restrain Deng Jingwen. Although Deng Jingwen doesn't care much about him, since he is willing to stay by his side for so long, it probably suits his wishes and can be used to delay us. a little time!"
Zhao Ling gritted his teeth, "But..."
Zhao Hong shouted: "There is nothing wrong! Living is the most important thing!" He turned his head and ordered his subordinates: "Pack up your things! Let's go now!"
Zhao Ling tightly held the dagger in his hand, but turned around and walked towards Xie He!
Zhao Hong looked at his son's actions and was very angry, "What are you doing! I told you to leave him alone!"
Zhao Ling turned his head and showed a strange smile: "Dad, I don't kill him, I just teach him a lesson, it won't take a minute." He squatted in front of Xie He, looked at his pale face, his eyes were cold, "Deng Shao , because your life is not very good, I will not kill you today, but I think you are really very, very unpleasant."
He picked up Xie He's chin with a dagger, "It seems that you are not happy with Deng Jingwen, if you don't have this face, Deng Jingwen probably has no interest in you, I will help you today, I wish you a speedy Get out of the sea of suffering. There will be no time later, so you don't need to thank me." As soon as he finished speaking, he inserted the tip of the knife into Xie He's mouth slightly, and in Xie He's terrified eyes, he pushed upward along his right cheek Draw! Immediately, the flesh and blood turned out, and the blood gushed wildly!
Xie He uttered a scream, his head fell weakly on the ground, and a pool of blood spread under his head.
Zhao Ling took a satisfied look, put away his dagger and followed Zhao Hong out.
[444: qaq! ! !]
[Xie He: Baby, if you have the time to cry, how about giving me a pain mask first? smile jpg]
[444:...]But he can only block 30%! Beep!
[444: But... how do you know he will disfigure you? qaq]
[Xie He: I don't know, I just think he will definitely not let me go so easily, he will stab me a few times before leaving, and then I will hit him with my face, who knows that he is so good... so suitable for me Dear professional cannon fodder, please give me another dozen! :)]
[444:...]His tears were held back alive...Would something be wrong if he held it in too much? ! !
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It has been an hour since Xie He was tied up, but he has not received any news from him.
Deng Jingwen swung everything on the table to the ground! He shouted angrily: "Find it for me! Go out and look for it all! A bunch of trash!"
No news yet, why no news... Deng Jingwen stood at his desk, staring at the phone in front of him. He really wanted to go back to the past desperately and tell Zhao Hong to hand over Deng Zhuo! As long as he is willing to hand over Deng Zhuoping safely, money is not a problem, and bankruptcy is not a problem... But, he can't.
That will only make Zhao Hong more confident!
If even he lost his mind, who else would protect his boy
Deng Jingwen's hands were tightly clenched into fists. After such a long time, the boy was captured by Zhao Ling. Will he be tortured, injured, afraid...will he be dead
He couldn't stop himself from thinking about it, and just thinking about the horrors that the boy might have faced felt like a hand clutching his heart.
It's his fault... all because of him...
Thinking that he might lose his boy... An unprecedented panic almost overwhelmed him.
He never knew that he could care about a person to this extent, and he would rather never understand this.
[Ding, target Deng Jingwen favorability degree 2, current favorability degree 92]
As soon as Liu Yan got the news, he rushed to Deng Jingwen's office and saw Deng Jingwen sitting on the sofa with his hands clasped and his elbows on his knees. Overwhelmed by despair.
He was startled by such a sight, and for a moment he didn't dare to make a sound.
Until Deng Jingwen raised his head to look at him, those pitch-black pupils seemed so deep that they could not see the bottom.
Liu Yan was shocked, and hurriedly said: "We know where he is!"
Deng Jingwen stood up abruptly, and hurriedly walked out without saying a word in a panic!
Liu Yan sat quietly in the co-pilot, looked at Deng Jingwen through the rearview mirror, and suddenly felt very complicated.
As a person who witnessed everything between Deng Jingwen and Deng Zhuo, he never thought that one day things would develop to this point...Mr. Deng actually fell in love with the boy who used to be his son.
By the time they arrived, the apartment was empty.
Regardless of the danger, Deng Jingwen walked in the front. Before pushing the door, he suddenly paused, and he found that he was actually afraid... afraid that what he would see would be something he didn't want to see. However, he couldn't back down, his boy was still waiting for him to save him... Deng Jingwen stretched out his hand and pushed open the door forcefully!
The sight in front of him made his breathing stop instantly!
His boy fell to the ground, the blood smeared under his body was like a blooming flower on the other side, motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Deng Jingwen's hand hanging by his side trembled uncontrollably... He walked over step by step and gently hugged the boy in his arms.
The boy's chest rose and fell slightly, and Deng Jingwen suddenly felt a little hot in his eyes. He had never been so grateful...
His boy is alive... still alive...
He hugged him gently, lest if he tried harder, it would hurt the boy.
I'm sorry, I will definitely protect you in the future and never let you suffer this kind of harm again...
He gently lifted the boy's crooked head, revealing the half of his face facing down.
At this moment... Deng Jingwen felt that his blood was almost frozen.
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Xie He's injury was not serious, except for some blood in his abdomen, there was only this wound on his face. When he woke up, he found himself lying in Deng Jingwen's arms with the familiar big bed under him.
He went home.
"Xiao Zhuo..." Deng Jingwen didn't close his eyes all night, and found the boy woke up immediately. He thought of the scene when he found the boy, the hideous wound on his face, and the dull pain in his heart, but he couldn't show it, because he had to be strong enough to be relied on by the boy. So he just hugged the boy and said in a nonchalant voice, "You're awake, are you hungry?"
Xie He raised his eyes, looked at him with a strange and plain look, and did not speak.
When Deng Jingwen met such a gaze, for some reason, his heart seemed to be empty. In these eyes... there is no dependence on him, no respect for him, no fear of him, nothing, as if looking at an insignificant stranger.
Although the boy was in his arms, he felt that he had lost him.
This kind of cognition made Deng Jingwen's heart sink a little bit.
"Huh? Why don't you talk?" Deng Jingwen lowered his head slightly, his lips almost touched the boy's forehead, his gentle voice was extremely depressed, almost imperceptible uneasiness, he smiled, "Are you blaming me for being late?" I'm sorry, it's my fault, but I promise I won't put you in such danger again, please forgive me once?"
Xie He's expression finally changed slightly, his eyes rolled slightly, and he looked at Deng Jingwen, "I don't blame you, thank you."
Deng Jingwen's movements froze, and his smile was a bit forced: "Thanks... what am I?"
Xie He said calmly: "Thank you for coming to save me." I thought you wouldn't come, but it doesn't matter if you don't come.
Deng Jingwen's hand holding him slowly tightened, as if in this way he could be sure that the boy was still in his arms, that he still had it... He said, "I should save you, you don't need to thank me."
Xie He shook his head slowly, his tone was very light but his words were clear, "I'm not your son, you don't have to save me, but you still saved me, so I should thank you. Unfortunately, I have nothing to do To repay you, I'm sorry."
When he said this, he was very calm from the beginning to the end, without any elements of anger, as if he was just stating a fact calmly.
No longer have any expectations, and naturally there will be no resentment or dissatisfaction.
Deng Jingwen's heart finally sank to the bottom.
He had always hoped that the boy would know that he was not his father... Now that the boy finally realized this, he was not in the slightest happy mood, because this was not what he wanted, he wanted the boy to treat him as a lover...not a stranger.
There was pain in Deng Jingwen's eyes, he forced himself to remain calm, and said, "I know you are in a bad mood, that's why you are so angry with me."
Xie He looked at him quietly, "Sorry... I didn't want to anger you."
Deng Jingwen was silent for a while, and said: "Then don't say such things again. You have a good rest, and I will bring you food." He walked out of the door, where Xie He couldn't see, and punched heavily on the wall !
Who would have thought that there would be a day when he wanted to deceive himself and others.
The boy who didn't want to admit that he didn't love him anymore, didn't care about him anymore.
Unwilling to admit that in the boy's eyes, he is just an indifferent stranger who will hurt him.
As soon as Deng Jingwen left, Xie He got up and went to the bathroom, but the mirror in the bathroom had disappeared, he reached out and touched his face, his right cheek was covered with a thick layer of gauze, because the effect of the anesthetic had passed, at this moment It's burning hot and painful, but even if you don't look at it... you probably know how scary it will be.
When Deng Jingwen returned to the bedroom again, he found that the boy was no longer on the bed. He had a bad premonition in his heart, and sure enough, he saw the boy standing in the bathroom, standing quietly facing the direction that used to be the mirror.
His heart fluttered in an instant, he had no time to care about his own pain and disappointment, and walked over quickly... Before taking the boy home, he had already ordered all the mirrors to be removed, just for fear that the boy would feel sad when he saw it.
But who can be fooled
This is his beloved child. He originally wanted to protect him, but he failed to do so.
He didn't know how to forgive himself.
Deng Jingwen looked at the thin back of the boy, and hugged his waist from behind. He tried to make his voice calm and gentle: "Xiao Zhuo, can you go and eat something?"
However, the boy didn't respond, he just stood there blankly, as if he hadn't noticed his existence at all.
Holding such a boy, Deng Jingwen felt as if something was stuck in his throat, so that it was so difficult to say a word, he said slowly: "Hey, will you go out with me?"
For a long time... Xie He finally turned his head slowly. The gauze on his right cheek had been torn off, revealing a hideous wound. The bright red wound ran from the corner of his mouth to the root of his ear. The dense black sutures were like a terrifying centipede entrenched there. On the red ravine.
He stared fixedly at Deng Jingwen, at such a close distance... vaguely saw his own face reflected in the other's pupils.
Even though I don't have a mirror, I know that this face is no longer beautiful, even if I look at it one more time, it will be disgusting...
When he thought of this, he suddenly smiled. The smile was very relaxed and comfortable, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. He has always known that he is a worthless piece of trash. Apart from this face, there is probably nothing worth looking at.
So what Deng Jingwen took a fancy to was nothing more than his face.
He once lost his dignity, used this face to beg for pity from a man, and stayed by his side in a humble and despicable way. He knew that all of this would only be self-defeating in the end, but he was still reluctant to leave... With little hope, he thought that this man , at least a little care about him.
Now he finally doesn't have to hesitate anymore, because he has lost even the last chips.
But he didn't feel sad, he was like a gambler who couldn't get out, and finally lost his last dollar, and there was only relief.
The corners of Xie He's mouth raised, and the wound squirmed. The smile that should have been extremely gorgeous, was now only ugly and distorted. But his tone was full of ease and joy, as if he didn't care at all.
He said: "Sir, you once said that the only value I can stay in this family is a man who can please me."
"I thought, I'm afraid I can't stay any longer."
"Because I can't please you anymore."