Chapter 50: Cultivate a manual

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Zhao Hong dropped his mobile phone, and his face was gloomy like a drop of water. After a while, he regained his calmness.
Zhao Ling looked uneasy: "Dad, will Deng Jingwen swindle us? How could Deng Zhuo not be his son?"
Zhao Hong Shen for a long time, cold and cold spit out two words, "No."
"What do we do?" Zhao Ling was completely panicked, cold sweats flowed down, and his eyes were full of grievances. This time they ventured to expose their whereabouts, but Deng Zhuo was not the son of Deng Jingwen! Deng Jingwen has no scruples, how could he let them go?
Zhao Hong did not answer. He went to Xie He and asked, "What is going on?"
Xie He repeated the sentence again with no turbulent tone: "I am not his son."
Zhao Hong nodded. "We already know this. I want to know why you are not his son. When did he find out that you were not, and since you are not... Why is Deng Jingwen still leaving you?"
Every time Zhao Hong asked a question, Xie He’s face became paler. He licked his lips, but he refused to speak again.
Zhao Ling rushed over and grabbed Xie He’s hair, forcing him to look up and mad at the road:
Ask you! Quick answer!

Xie He’s reluctantly closed his mouth, his eyes were red, his eyes were sorely depressed... His body was by ropes, helplessly fell to the ground, but forced to raise his neck as if he was tied The dying swan, the beauty is desperate and desperate.
Zhao Hong’s eyes sank slightly. It seems that there is a flash of light in his mind. He suddenly asked:
When Deng Jingwen drove you out of the house six months ago, he discovered that you were not his son?

Thank you for your look.
Zhao Hong’s heart was counted. He paused and stared at Xie’s face. He said slowly:
It is said that Deng Jingwen likes you so beautifully. I look at you like this. He definitely likes it too. So... ...he later changed his mind and led you back because he saw you, didn't he?"
Xie He’s body shivered slightly, and there was no blood. He looked at Zhao Hong with his cold and dead eyes, then closed his eyes.
Zhao Hong and Zhao Ling saw each other and looked at each other. They were all unbelievable!
It was shocking to think that Deng Zhuo was not the son of Deng Jingwen. Whoever thought the truth was even more unimaginable! Deng Jingwen turned out to be...
When Zhao Hong looked at Xie He again, there was only sympathy in his eyes. Deng Jingwen never really moved his own playthings. Most of them were thrown after playing. From his attitude today, he is against Deng. Zhuo also has no exceptions, even if this boy is raised as a son. It’s just like this... Their situation is worse, there is no restraint, and Deng Jingwen will not be merciful to them! Although Deng Jingwen didn't care much about Deng Zhuo, their behavior was to hit his face. With Deng Jingwen's heart, welcoming them must be a Thunder!
This time it was completely planted! Zhao Hong is also a person who can afford to put it down. Decisively said: "We will leave now!" Let's escape before Deng Jingwen finds it! There is still a line of life!
Although I know that there is no other choice, Zhao Ling is extremely reluctant. "Dad, are we doing this?!"
Zhao Hong said: "What if you can't count it?" He sighed in his heart. This son was also spoiled by him. He fell into this position and he also has responsibility, but even if he knows this, he can't look at him. Send it to death! He can be this son!
Zhao Ling glanced at his empty sleeves, his eyes revealing the hatred of the bones, so he fled, and then hide and hide for a lifetime... How to be willing! How are you willing! This moment, angry hatred overcomes fear! He said to Zhao Hong: "Dad, you go first, I will kill this kid and come over!"
[Xie He: Baby, give me a 360-degree shooting without a dead end, and then make a holographic projection video. I want to enjoy my innocent beauty anytime, anywhere! 】
[444: Now? ? ? 】 The host is still very self-portraits at this time? ! Σ(°△°)_
[Xie He: Of course it is now, I can't appreciate this beautiful face in the future. It is really sorrowful to think of this. 】
[444: ...? 】 Why is he more and more confused?
[Thank you: You have to know that too beautiful is sometimes a hindrance... Yes, have you taken it? 】
[444: Ok! 】 Although I don’t understand why, the host’s instructions are correct.
[Xie He: Very good, it is time for my father to let go of the flamboyant appearance and directly hit the beauty of my heart:)
444: What the hell?
Zhao Hong heard a cold look, and sighed: "No! Leave him here to contain Deng Jingwen. Although Deng Jingwen doesn't care much about him, since he is willing to stay with him for so long, it is estimated that he can only use it to delay us. a little time!"
Zhao Ling gritted his teeth, "but..."
Zhao Hong shouted: "There is nothing! The most important thing is to live!" He turned his head and ordered his men: "Pack up! Let's go now!"
Zhao Ling held the dagger in his hand, but turned to Xie He!
Zhao Hong looked at his son's movements and was very angry. "What do you do! I said nothing to him!"
Zhao Ling turned back and revealed a strange smile: "Dad, I don't kill him, just give him a little lesson. It takes less than a minute." He was kneeling in front of him, looking at his pale face, his eyes were cold, "Deng Shao Look at the fact that your life is not very good, I will not kill you today, but I see that you are really very disrespectful."
He used the dagger to pick up the chin of Xie He. "It seems that you are not happy with Deng Jingwen. If you don't have this face, it is estimated that Deng Jingwen is not interested in you. I will help you today. I wish you an early date. Out of the bitter sea. After that, there will be no time, so I don't have to thank me.
His voice fell, inserting the tip of the knife into Xie He's mouth, in the eyes of Xie He's horror, and moving up his right cheek. Draw! Suddenly flesh and blood valgus, blood rushing!
Xie He gave a scream of screaming, his head hangs weakly on the ground, and a spread under his head.
Zhao Ling took a gratitude and took the dagger and walked behind Zhao Hong.
[444: qaq! ! ! 】
[Xie He: Baby, do you have the pain to cough to give me a painful mask? Smile jpg]
[444: ...] But he can only block 30%! Hey!
[444: But... how do you know that he will ruin your content? Qaq
[Thank you: I don't know, I just think that he will not let me go so easily. Ten percent will slap me a few more knives and then I will use my face to hit it. Who knows that he is on the road... My professional cannon fodder, please give me another dozen! :)
[444: ...] His tears are alive and stunned and go back... If so much, will you get rid of the problem, hehe! ! !
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It’s been an hour since I was tied to Xie He, but I haven’t got any news from him yet.
Deng Jingwen waved everything on the table to the ground! Angry, said: "Give me! I will go out and find out! A bunch of waste!"
There is no news yet, why is there no news... Deng Jingwen stood at his desk and stared at the phone in front of him. He really wanted to fight back in the past and told 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 it is not a problem to go bankrupt... but he can't.
That will only make Zhao Hong even more fearless!
If even he loses his senses, who else will protect his boy?
Deng Jingwen’s hand clenched into a fist. For so long, the boy was caught by Zhao Ling, will he be tortured, will he be hurt, will he be afraid... Will it be dead?
He couldn't control himself without thinking about it. Just remembering the terrible experience that a boy might face, it was like having a hand clutching his heart.
This is his fault...all because of him...
I thought that I might lose the boy in this way... I never drowned him in an unprecedented fear.
He never knew that he could care about a person to this point, he would rather never know this.
[叮, goal Deng Jingwen good feeling 2, current good feeling 92]
Liu Yan just got the news and rushed to Deng Jingwen's office. She saw Deng Jingwen sitting in the sofa, hands clasped, elbows on his knees, the man who had always been calm and unbreakable, and now he lowered his shoulders and was stunned. Despair is shrouded.
He was shocked by such a sight, and he did not dare to make a sound.
Until Deng Jingwen looked up at him, the dark eyes seemed to be invisible.
Liu Yan was a spirited and hurriedly said: "We know where he is!"
Deng Jingwen stood up fiercely, and he was in a hurry with a panic. He walked out without saying a word!
Liu Yan quietly sat in the co-pilot and looked at Deng Jingwen through the rearview mirror. Suddenly, the mood was very complicated.
As a witness to everything between Deng Jingwen and Deng Zhuo, he did not expect that one day things will develop to this point... Mr. Deng, actually fell in love with the boy who used to be his son.
When they arrived, the apartment had already gone to the building.
Deng Jingwen walked in front of the danger regardless of the danger. Before he pushed the door, he suddenly paused. He found that he was afraid... He was afraid of seeing what he would not want to see. However, he can't back down, his boy is still waiting for him to save him... Deng Jingwen reached out and pushed open the door!
The scene in front of him makes his breathing stop instantly!
His boy fell to the ground, and the blood smudged underneath was like the flower of the other side of the flower, motionless, life and death.
Deng Jingwen’s hand on his side, shaking uncontrollably... He walked over and gently held the boy in his arms.
The boy's chest was slightly undulating, and Deng Jingwen suddenly had some feelings of fever. He had never been so fortunate...
His boy is still alive... still alive...
He hugged him, gently, lest he might force the boy.
Sorry, I will protect you in the future, and will never let you suffer this kind of injury...
He gently lifted the boy's squinting head, revealing the half of his face facing down.
This moment... Deng Jingwen felt that his blood was almost frozen.
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Xie He is not heavy, except for some bruises on his abdomen, there is only this injury on his face. When he woke up, he found himself lying in the arms of Deng Jingwen, under his familiar bed.
He returned home.
"Xiao Zhuo..." Deng Jingwen didn't close his eyes overnight, and the first time he found the boy waking up. He remembered the scene when he found the boy, remembered the wound on his face, and his heart was dull, but he could not show it because he had to be strong enough to be able to rely on the boy. So he just hugged the boy and said in a casual voice: "Are you awake, hungry?"
Xie He raised his eyes and looked at him with a strange and plain look, without speaking.
Deng Jingwen’s sight on this line of sight, I don’t know why, my heart seems to be empty. In these eyes... there is no adoration for him, nor a fear of his fear, nothing, just like watching a stranger who is irrelevant.
Although the boy is in his arms, he feels that he has lost him.
This kind of cognition has made Deng Jingwen's heart sink a little.
"Well? Why don't you talk?" Deng Jingwen lowered his head slightly, his lips almost touched the boy's forehead. Under the gentle voice, he was extremely depressed. He could barely notice the uneasiness. He smiled. "Are you blaming me for going late? Sorry, it is my fault, but I promise that I will not let you suffer this danger again. Forgive me once?"
Xie He’s expression finally had a slight change. His eyes turned slightly and looked at Deng Jingwen.
I didn’t blame you, thank you.

Deng Jingwen’s movements were stiff and his smile was a bit reluctant:
Thank you... What am I?

Xie He calmly said: "Thank you for coming to save me." I thought you would not come. In fact, if you don't come, it doesn't matter.
Deng Jingwen held his hand and tightened it slowly. It seems that he can be sure that the boy is still in his arms and that he still has it... He said, "I should save you, don't thank me."
Xie He slowly shook his head, his tone was very light but his words were clear. "I am not your son. You can't save me, but you still saved me, so I should thank you. Unfortunately, I have nothing to do." Sorry for repaying you."
When he said this sentence, he was very calm from beginning to end, without any temperamental elements, as if he was only calmly telling a fact.
No longer have any expectations, naturally there will be no resentment or dissatisfaction.
Deng Jingwen’s heart finally sank to the bottom.
He always hopes that the boy can know that he is not his father... Now the boy finally recognizes this, but he has no happy feelings, because this is not what he wants, he wants the boy to regard him as a lover... Not a stranger.
Deng Jingwen had pain in his eyes. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "I know that you are in a bad mood now, so you will be so angry with me."
Xie Hejing looked at him. "Sorry... I didn't think about you."
Deng Jingwen was silent for a long while and said: "Then don't say anything like this. You have a good rest, I am going to eat it for you." He walked out of the door and punched the wall in a place where he couldn't see it. !
Who can think that he will have a day that he wants to deceive himself.
Unwilling to admit that his boy does not love him, don't care about him.
Unwilling to admit that he is in the boy's eyes, just a cold and ruthless, will hurt his stranger.
When 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. The right cheek was covered with a thick layer of gauze, because the effect of the anesthetic had passed. It hurts hot, but even if you don't look at it... I know how terrible it will be.
When Deng Jingwen returned to the bedroom again, he found that the boy was no longer in bed. He had a bad feeling in his heart. He saw the boy standing in the bathroom and stood still in the direction of the mirror.
His heart instantly smashed, and he had no time to take care of his own painful disappointment. He quickly walked over... Before he took the boy home, he had ordered people to take all the mirrors away, that is, the boy was saddened to see the sadness. .
But who can lie to?
This is his beloved child. He originally wanted to protect him, but he could not do it.
He doesn't know how to forgive himself.
Deng Jingwen looked at the boy's thin back and hugged his waist from behind. He tried to make his voice calm and gentle: "Xiao Zhuo, is it good to eat something?"
However, the boy did not respond, he just stood still, as if he did not find his existence.
Deng Jingwen holds such a boy and feels that something seems to be stuck in his throat, so that he wants to say a word, it seems so difficult, he slowly said: "Hey, go out with me?"
For a long time... Xie He finally turned his head slowly. The gauze on his right cheek had been ripped off, revealing a sinuous wound. The bright red wound had been from the corner of the mouth to the root of the ear. The dense black stitching was like a terrible shackle. That red gully.
He fixedly looked at Deng Jingwen, such a close distance... vaguely seeing his face reflected in the pupil of the other side.
Although there is no mirror, I know that this face is no longer beautiful, even if I look at it, it will be disgusting...
He thought of this, suddenly smiled, smiled very easily, very comfortable, as if to unload a heavy burden. He always knew that he was a waste of nothing. Apart from this face, there is nothing more worthy of a look.
Therefore, Deng Jingwen’s fancy is nothing more than his face.
He once lost his dignity, used this face to beg for the man's mercy, and humbled to stay with him. He knew that all of this would only be self-inflicted, but still reluctant to leave... holding the expectations of Weiwei, think this The man, at least, has a little bit of care about him.
Now he finally has to hesitate, because he has lost even the last chips.
But he didn't feel sad. He was like a gambler who couldn't get away. He finally lost his last dollar, and some just got rid of it.
Xie He’s mouth swelled and the wound squirmed. It should have been a gorgeous smile. It’s only ugly and distorted at the moment. But his tone is full of ease and pleasure, and it seems that he does not care at all.
He said: "Sir, you said that the only value I can stay in this home is the man who can please me."
"I think, I am afraid I can't stay anymore."
"Because I can't please you anymore."