Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

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Ye Kong got out of the car in a hurry.

I ran to Wen Can, but before I could hold his arm, I saw him raise his hand and make a gesture to stop me.

That means refusing her to get close to him.

Ye Kong stopped in a daze.

My mind was in a mess and I could only stare at the silhouette.

Wen Can didn't vomit anything, probably because he only drank coffee in the morning. By the time Ye Kong got off the car, he had vomited everything, and the rest was just dry heaving.

That kind of physiological vomiting that comes up uncontrollably from the stomach.

It was obvious that he wanted to stop, but this kind of thing could not be controlled by thoughts.

Wen Can simply squatted down beside the tree.

A man who is so tall and straight, but when he squats down, he seems to have a feeling of self-abandonment, just like a large dog that is unlucky and helpless.

Ye Kong stood nearby, looking at the man's pale profile and dejected brows. For the first time, she lost the almost instinctive objective aesthetic perspective that existed in her heart all the time - she didn't think he looked good for even half a second, she just felt uncomfortable.

It was the kind of uncomfortable feeling as if the heart was being pulled up and pinched again and again with the tips of fingernails.

Because Wen Can was very uncomfortable.

Just by listening to the sounds he made, one could tell whether he was about to vomit out all his internal organs.

Ye Kong didn't know that she had taken two steps forward. It was not until her hand touched the man's clothes that she realized that she had ignored his rejection and insisted on holding his arm - even though she couldn't hold it with her hands.

But she squatted down beside the man, and after being at a loss for a while, she patted his back awkwardly. After patting him twice, her technique became a little more proficient and it turned into a caress.

Let it fall below the back of the neck, then slowly stroke across most of the back.

Through the fabric she felt him trembling—the trembling of his muscles, the trembling of his lungs.

It seemed as if every cell in my body was desperately expressing discomfort and nausea.

After a while, the unpleasant vomiting sound finally stopped.

Wen Can didn't move.

His hands were still supporting the tree trunk, his head was buried, his body tense, and he let Ye Kong's hand gently stroke his back again and again. After a long while, he let out a bitter smile: "I'm sorry for letting you see me look so ugly."

Ye Kong thought for a moment: "Is this apology also intended to warm up our relationship?"

“……”Wen Can was a little speechless, but his body slowly relaxed.

Ye Kong got up and took a bottle of water from the car, unscrewed it and handed it to him.

Wen Can rinsed his mouth and then slowly drank the entire bottle of water.

After he crushed the empty bottle into a cake and threw it into the trash can, he lowered his head slightly and met Ye Kong's unblinking gaze. He was stunned for a moment, and before he could say anything, he heard her ask: "Do you feel disgusted?"

She approached, looked up at him, and tried to reach out and hug him: "You don't actually feel nothing, do you? When I asked those questions, you were actually very uncomfortable, right?"

There was no resistance to those two arms.

Ye Kong hugged his waist.

Wen Can lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before saying, "Maybe. I'm not sure. I thought I really didn't feel anything."

"Then why are you throwing up?"

"Maybe you have a stomachache?"

"You didn't eat anything, so you didn't throw up anything."

“That’s probably because I’m disgusted.”

"Don't you know how you feel?"

"..."

The wind blew gently through the treetops, making a rustling sound.

Under the tree, next to the car, the two looked at each other on the sidewalk for a long time.

Wen Can's eyes were calm and cold, but Ye Kong's eyes were burning, as if he was thinking, and as if he was constantly fluttering into the depths of the man's heart.

After a long time, she lowered her head, hugged Wen Can's waist more tightly, and buried her head in his arms.

"It doesn't matter. Even if you don't know it, I will know it."

She paused, then added: "Actually, now I already know a little bit."

·

What Ye Kong said in the car came true.

Wen Rong did not miss this excellent opportunity.

On the evening of the live broadcast, when the popularity was at its highest, another video was "artificially" dug out.

Like the surveillance footage during the earthquake, this video is also shot from a third person's perspective.

It was the spring seven years ago, the day when Chi Wandao died in a car accident.

The video content apparently takes place at a banquet.

There weren't many people present, but everyone was well-dressed and toasting.

It took a while for the camera to focus on Wen Rong.

He was holding a glass of wine and chatting with someone. He had an elegant temperament and a gentle smile, and his clothes were solemn and unattainable.

Such a person, who was dressed in gold and glitter from head to toe, lost all his dignity after receiving a phone call and almost stumbled and crawled away.

Someone enlarged this footage continuously, so the audience could see clearly the man's expression that suddenly froze when he answered the phone.

Then the phone fell, and he seemed to lose consciousness. He stood there like a hollow statue for a while before he began to tremble violently.

He subconsciously wanted to run, but he fell as soon as he took a step. Someone tried to help him up, but he ignored them and pushed them away. He supported himself to get up, but fell twice more.

His meticulously groomed hair was messy, his tie was thrown onto his shoulders, his jeweled cufflinks fell to the ground and were stepped on by him, his trouser legs and shirt hems were covered in dust after falling down several times - and he just staggered away like a wretch in the most miserable state he had ever been in since he was born, leaving only a dazed back in the camera.

Following this video, there is another sneak peek that was edited out.

It was a completely black funeral scene.

Under the gloomy sky, guests came forward one by one with umbrellas to offer flowers and express condolences, while Wen Rong in front of the tombstone responded one by one without expression, like an emotionless robot, making people wonder whether the people in the cemetery had nothing to do with him.

But it was not until all the guests had left and the tomb was empty that he dropped his shoulders as if empty, and slowly turned his head to sit down in front of the tomb.

He banged his head against the tombstone again and again. Even with the camera far away, you could vaguely hear the muffled sound, and the magnified camera could clearly see the blood on the tombstone, but he did not stop.

But in the end, he didn't die here.

But no one could doubt that he wanted to live.

He stopped hurting himself and let out a horribly hoarse cry from his throat.

Enduring it with all their might and squeezing it harder, they only felt more severe pain and cried out in agony.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, the crying suddenly turned into a roar, almost a roar of hatred, almost hysteria.

·

The two videos together are only a little over a minute long, but they have received unprecedented amounts of views and reposts.

Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, one million...

Overnight, the number of views exceeded 10 million and continued to soar without any signs of fatigue.

The word "God of Love" was firmly welded to Wen Rong's head.

Although he is middle-aged, his age has not prevented him from becoming the embodiment of love.

On the eve of Wen's Group's shareholders' meeting, Wen Rong, who had been low-key for many years, became popular on the Internet and became the man that all women wanted to be and all men should be.

In the "A Newspaper Office" coffee shop.

Ye Kong watched the video dozens of times, zooming in and slowing it down, but he couldn't seem to detect any trace of performance.

Looking at the video that was still replaying, her eyes gradually became blank, and the image of Wen Can leaning against the tree trunk and gagging uncontrollably appeared in front of her again.

She understood more and more why Wen Can said he didn't feel anything even though he was clearly feeling sick.

She thought he didn't lie, he was just... used to ignoring and dodging.

It's like emptying yourself or emptying the other person.

Then the feeling disappears.