son, who is your father

Chapter 354 Who is my father (2)
But things were within her expectations, but also beyond her expectations. What she expected was that things were not as they appeared on the surface. How could such an indifferent person succumb to others so easily?Sure enough, it had something to do with her, Ruan Qingyin and Lao Patriarch Luo exchanged her life for him to nod in agreement, so when he was angry, Luo Yuchen had no choice but to abandon her, because at that time, life or death was all on his mind.

What she didn't expect was that Yu Wuhen told her all this. After she and Chu Jun left, she wanted to visit Luoyun Villa at night, but Yu Wuhen appeared just after leaving and told her Luo Yuchen Now it's hard to move, she's in a predicament, she's desperate to save someone, but he stops her, as long as she doesn't have to worry about it, he will help her save her, and it can be considered as a favor to him.As for the favor, she didn't understand, and before she could figure it out, Yu Wuhen disappeared in an instant, she was not at ease, so she followed up, going around, her body skills were still one step behind him.

When she found him again, he had already rescued Luo Yuchen, but he just glanced at Luo Yuchen in the wheelchair from a distance, and didn't go forward, because she still cared about his words at the beginning, which were so firm and firm. It's so heart-wrenching, so there's no room for it!

What she still can't forget is that in the battle of life and death, he walked away from him step by step with Ruan Qingyin in his arms. Her heart was crazily jealous and hurt...

It turned out that she cared about him more than she imagined. These days, she tried her best not to think about that scene and the words he kept echoing in her ears, but she couldn't do it, her heart couldn't be controlled by her , her footsteps could not be controlled by her, and before she realized it, she had already arrived at Luoyun Manor.

Hearing the voices of several men, You Yuan regained his thoughts, frowned slightly and glanced at the solemn men, his voice was slightly hoarse, but he said seriously: "Wu Shang is my son!" Having a father is worse than not having a father. In the future, she and her son don't need such a person!
"Yiyi, you are too subjective. You should think about Wushang. He is so young, but he still has desires in his heart!" Luo Lingran looked into Bai Moyi's eyes with a very serious and solemn expression. seriously.

No injury?is it?She thought that Wushang was the same as herself, and she didn't need this person in her life. No matter who Wushang's biological father was, this man was not a qualified father!Their mother and child don't need it either!
Slowly looking at Wushang, ignoring the conspiratorial smile on the mouth of the old Patriarch Luo, isn't this the situation he's thinking about?

"Wu Shang, do you miss your father?" Bai Moyi looked at his son with puzzled eyes, his crimson lips tightly pursed.What would she do if her son said she wanted to?A person like Luo Yuchen could make such a choice. Although she had no choice but to, she still violated her original promise. In this world, who can she trust?Slowly, very slowly, Qing Mou turned to Zi Ye with a layer of cold frost, maybe...

"No!" Sensing her thoughts turning, several objections sounded at the same time, this time louder than last time. He backed away, but the curious eyes never stopped, even if he blinked, he was afraid of missing something!

Ok?Did she say something?Bai Moyi was taken aback by their yelling, frowned slightly, and looked at them in puzzlement, what does her matter have to do with them?

"Your matter is related to us!" Seemingly knowing what she was thinking, the men said in unison, resolutely not giving in, especially at this time, even more so.

As he said that, he took a step forward, pressed towards Bai Moyi, and stood up for their firm stand, and even turned his hostile gaze to Ziye. The more he looked at this guy, the more he disliked him.The hands in the sleeves were itchy all the time, they really really wanted to beat someone up!

Ziye looked at Bai Moyi's eyes, his usually expressionless face flashed softly, and the corners of his pretty lips were slightly raised. Compared with the gloomy expressions of those men, he was really in a good mood, pretty good, outside The night is so beautiful, the stars are so bright, and the wind is so smooth!
The whole person has a feeling of being drunk. It turns out that people can get drunk even if they don't drink alcohol!

"Boy, so many people want to be your father, haha, you're lucky! Tsk tsk!" The old Patriarch Luo laughed, but the irony in his words was very strong, and he stared straight at the people whose faces changed, and finally , falling on such a man with such power over the world, that meaningful smile became more obvious.

"Shut up, old man, I don't want a father! Besides, it has nothing to do with you whether I have a father or not. You let me go. You are so big and threaten me with a child. Are you ashamed?" ?”

"I'm not interested in doing anything to a yellow-haired kid, I just want everyone to enjoy a good show, kid, don't you want to know who your father is?" With the last sentence, Patriarch Luo leaned into Bai Wushang's ear Said, with a gloomy tone, Bai Wu was moved sadly, hesitated, although he kept saying that he didn't want his father, but which child doesn't desire to have a complete family, Xiaozui pursed exactly like his mother, and talked to her His staring eyes unconsciously carried a trace of pleading and sorrow.

"Boy, your own father is among the visitors today, as long as you ask, he will definitely answer!" Luo Lao Patriarch whispered in Xiao Wushang's ear again.

"Haha, doesn't my own father dare to recognize his son? This is also a scandal, no wonder some people dare not admit it!"

Bai Moyi turned around, her heart drifted to a colder place bit by bit, she thought, she already understood what the old Patriarch Luo's purpose is today?
"Yiyi, will you forgive me?" Luo Yuchen asked suddenly, looking up at the cold and elegant person, he spoke slowly, he was sincerely begging for her forgiveness.

Bishui's clear eyes looked at the elegant and immortal person, even if he was in a wheelchair, his demeanor was not inferior to anyone in the room!Like a shallow fine line across the sparkling eyes, a certain place in my heart is like a bee sting, throbbing in the fusion of ice and fire, this sour pain has been flowing with the blood Flowing to the limbs, the slender fingers moved slightly, wanting to reach out to brush away the gloomy sadness between his brows, and the guilt deep in the cloud eyes, the handsome face with deep self-blame The color of pain.

(End of this chapter)