The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

On the walkway, he temporarily put away his harshness. He couldn't luckily heal the injuries he suffered before dark, so he just pretended to be fine and had the upper hand, just like a cunning fox would not easily reveal his wounds in front of the enemy. But now, after escaping, he could no longer hide it, his face looked haggard, and thin beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. By chance, he met Xiao Shiyan who had just stepped out of the elevator, and with his help, he left the community smoothly.

Drenched all over, he dragged his internally injured body to Leng's villa and knelt in front of the portrait without saying a word.

Grandpa Leng Songyan was furious and cursed: "How could there be such a scoundrel like you in our Leng family! You killed my most well-behaved son, and you were late on the death anniversary for a woman!"

Leng Songyan was so angry that he raised his crutch and hit him hard. Suddenly he couldn't breathe. The housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Leng Songyan breathed heavily and pointed with trembling fingers at Leng Moxuan: "I told you at the beginning that it was impossible for this freak to come back to life! You must keep him! You threw him away and you must find him again! Okay, now look at how well you have taught your son! Are you going to make me angry to death today, and then slowly kill everyone in our family!"

"Hurry up and admit your mistake to grandpa! Tell him loudly that you shouldn't be late today!" Leng Moxuan yelled angrily.

Haha, freak... Bastard... As expected, no one can truly accept his existence. Maybe he shouldn't be alive in the world.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have been late," his eyes gradually became filled with disappointment. The deeper the despair, the colder his tone became. He looked straight at Leng Songyan, "I shouldn't have survived. In your eyes, back then, I should die together with my uncle. That way, I don’t have to bear your strange looks and be considered an ominous person by my loved ones."

"Look, look, is this an attitude of admitting a mistake! Is it an attitude of talking to elders!" Leng Songyan was furious and said to Leng Moxuan, "You are exactly the same as you were rebellious and stubborn back then! Deal with it according to my family's laws. Beat me like this!" Until the evildoer submits!"

After saying that, he threw the crutch in front of Leng Moxuan.

Seeing that he was reluctant to take action, Leng Songyan became even more furious: "You can't bear it, can you? You can't bear to see the bastard get hurt, and you can't bear to see me being pissed to death! Are you worthy of your dead brother?"

Leng Moxuan struggled internally, but was finally forced to pick up the crutches on the ground. There was a dull pain in my heart, and the hand holding the crutch couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Admit your mistake to Grandpa!"

Leng Che remained silent.

After that, the crutch hit his back hard again and again, causing severe pain in his body. He was covered in bruises but still stood upright without saying a word. He was beaten an unknown number of times, but when the last stick fell, he, who had already suffered internal injuries, felt as if he had fallen heavily from a cliff, and finally fell in front of his uncle's portrait.

"Kneel here until dawn! Repent to Indifferent!"

Leng Songyan looked at his embarrassed appearance, and finally lost some of his anger. He said these words without feeling distressed and turned around to leave.

Leng Che struggled to get up and knelt on the ground. The pain in his back was like a knife, and the pain in his body was like burning. He didn't say a word until at some point, he lost consciousness and passed out.

I was in a coma for three days and three nights. After waking up, he learned from Zhuge that Bai Snow had left the country that night. Under his insistence, Zhuge had no choice but to open her social account for him.

Snow White sent a photo. In the photo, she is standing in front of a famous scenic spot in country A, with a comfortable smile on her face. Picture and text with caption: Forget everything and start again.

Compared to the wounds on his body, the wounds in his heart were a thousand times more painful. After all, he was abandoned because of his identity.

She forgets the past and starts over. And he was bedridden for two months, not knowing how to get out of the haze. From then on, my frozen and scarred heart built a high wall outside my heart, unwilling to open my heart to anyone again.

He understood that the living dead were not worthy of being loved, nor were they worthy of loving anyone.