Chapter 21 (1/2)

Jiang Yan's every sentence with a cry, the voice is also lower and lower, smaller and smaller, to the end almost inaudible.

Close to his body, through the clothing material came the scorching temperature, let Luo Chen's heart beat hard.

He closed his eyes and saw the pale and thin face of Jiang Zhengming.

”Chen Chen, you are so old I'm satisfied to see you again. I know how much you hate me now. I don't want your forgiveness, and I don't deserve your forgiveness

”Yi Xue? She Are you ok? ”

When he told Jiang Zhengming that Luo Xueyi had passed away due to illness, the pain on Jiang Zhengming's face gave him the pleasure of revenge.

In fact, compared with Pei Jingshu, the person he hates more is Jiang Zhengming.

He hated him as his own father, but abandoned him and Luo Xueyi for other women, leaving them to live and die in such a big city.

He clearly remembers how embarrassed he and Luo Xueyi were when they were swept out of the house. They don't have enough money to eat.

One day, when he was dizzy with hunger, he just saw Jiang Zhengming and Pei Jingshu's mother and son into a high-end restaurant. The three of them were happy. Luo Xueyi, beside him, was still picking up plastic bottles that others did not want.

Since then, he has no father.

From then on, Luo Chen was the only one in the world, and there was no Jiang Chen any more.

In the hospital, Jiang Zhengming was in front of his eyes and died of pain.

It was clearly the scene that he expected most, but when it really happened, he was at a loss.

Hate, still hate?

No one, no hate.

Did he forgive Jiang Zhengming?

He doesn't know.

What he knew was that from then on, there was really only one person in the world.

Hate or love, and he fettered the deepest relatives have all left him, to a distant country.

Luo Chen's heart was cold.