The national male god is the first in the test again

Chapter 275 She is the moonlight in his heart

Hearing this, Ling Zhensheng was a little puzzled, and he frowned slightly, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

The thing between him and Qinglian was drunk and disorderly, and then there was Ling Jue.

They had broken up by then—

He was married, and Qinglian agreed not to pester him and Xueling any more.

Now that Ling Jue asked this suddenly, it made him very puzzled.

Seeing his inexplicable expression, the corners of Ling Jue's mouth twitched slightly, "It's about how you met, how you separated, and how you ended up with me. Let me tell you all about it."

There must be something wrong here, grandma looked at her with sympathy, and when she mentioned Ling Zhensheng, she just smiled lightly and showed no special expression.

How do you say that when mother gave herself to him, grandma would worry about whether she was doing well or not, but she didn't ask these questions.

So Ling Jue suspected that grandma had trust in Ling Zhensheng, but she also had a little sympathy, and didn't want to ask about it.

"You want to know?" Seeing that he was really curious, Ling Zhensheng sighed and told the story.

"I met your mother in college. At that time, her family was poor, and my family was not bad. Later, when I was about to graduate, my parents, that is, your grandma and your grandpa, when they were going abroad, the plane crashed. The two passed away."

"The insurance lost a lot of money, and I was also busy with the funeral of my parents. With these events as the background. At this time, I met Xueling." When he said this, he was a little embarrassed, "Xueling is a wayward girl. , At that time, she insisted on being with me, because she almost jumped off a building because of this."

"I'm not the kind of person who would compromise when threatened, it's just your mother who gave up on her own when we were deeply in love." He sighed, "It's also my fault. Our intimate photos were given to your mother, and she broke up with me, in fact, I was forced to do so that night..."

Ling Jue kept listening, but it was just a drama where a rich lady beat a poor girl, and all TV dramas were bad in this situation.

"Later, at the class reunion 15 years ago, your mother appeared in front of me again. I was very drunk that night, and she sent me to the hotel to stay...that's...sigh." He sighed, At the same time, he felt a little helpless, all that was out of his control.

Qinglian is his favorite woman, just like the bright moonlight shining through the window.

"In other words, you didn't feel anything that night?"

"Ahem." Ling Zhensheng blushed when he heard this topic, but thinking that his son is 15 years old, this kind of thing can also be popularized.

"I faint every time I drink alcohol, and I can't lift my energy for other things except doing that kind of thing. I just remember that when I woke up that morning, your mother was lying in my arms, her whole body was bruised and her face was shy...cough cough."

"..."

Ling Jue didn't speak, but rubbed her chin. She recalled a lot of memories. In addition to being fierce, the woman in her memory kept beating her, saying that she shouldn't have been born, and there was no useful news left.

"Xiao Jue, as a man, you must remember that you must control yourself." Ling Zhensheng warned earnestly.

Ling Jue rolled her eyes and stood up, "Let's go and see you, Mu Xueling."

"Okay, okay." Ling Zhensheng also stood up quickly, as if he was afraid that Ling Jue would go back on his word.

Suddenly, Ling Jue stopped, turned his head and looked at him jokingly, "Actually, I understand that you didn't pursue your own bright moonlight, but chose the mosquito blood on the wall for your own future, haha .”

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Digression: Zhang Ailing once said: "Every man will have two women in his life; marry a red rose, and over time, the red rose becomes a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white rose is still "the moonlight in front of the bed"; If you miss a white rose, the white rose is just a grain of rice on your clothes, and the red one is a cinnabar mole on your heart."

(End of this chapter)