Mr. Fu hurt her to the bone

Chapter 278
Her name is Wei Fanyin, and she grew up in an orphanage in China. She has no parents, no relatives, no first and last names.

The man named Wei Zichen brought her to Italy when she was a child, gave her an extremely luxurious home, gave her a unique and pleasant name, and named her his surname.

In an unfamiliar environment, she grew up tremblingly, treating him as the dearest person, respecting and trusting him.

Grabbing him like a life-saving straw, he gave her the most beautiful clothes, the warmest room, asked her to go to the best school, and hired her the most expensive tutor...

When she was little, she was full of pretending to be him. She thought she would grow up like this, watching him marry a wife and have children, and she would be his younger sister, and his most well-behaved younger sister for the rest of her life.

But after she had menarche at the age of 14, the person she trusted and loved the most suddenly showed the face of a devil.

Sanskrit bit her lips, raised her head, her eyes were cold like stars, she looked at the man leaning on the sofa opposite, the Chinese-style robe was messy, revealing his thin muscular chest, and his thin narrow waist, further down...

Still, without a trace, Sanskrit bit his lip a bit more vigorously: "Wei Zichen, why don't you just kill me!"

"Kill you……"

Wei Zichen stood up, he staggered to the bed and stood still.

He drank a lot of wine tonight, and his consciousness seemed to be a little blurred. The face of Sanskrit in his vision gradually became blurred, but it gradually overlapped with the portrait hanging in his father's study.

mother, mother...

Wei Zichen leaned over and knelt on the bed, he stretched out his arms, and hugged Fanyin, whose back was covered with blood, in his arms. His face was pressed against Fanyin's hair, greedily sniffing the fragrance in her hair.

Obviously Wei Fanyin was not like his biological mother at all, but at this moment, he was probably drunk, and because he was drunk, he was so unscrupulous.

Today is his birthday and his mother's good day.

His father and grandfather celebrated him with great fanfare, but he was not at all happy.

He just wants to eat a bowl of longevity noodles made by his mother, sprinkled with green onion, and two poached eggs.

Aunt Hu, who grew up with him, secretly told him that his mother would celebrate his birthday like this before he was three years old.

She loves him very much, loves him very much.

But she still left quietly, and then disappeared without a trace.

She doesn't want him anymore, even if he wakes up crying every night and desperately looks for her, she will never come back.

"Don't leave me, don't leave me..."

Wei Zichen rubbed Sanskrit into his arms tightly, he murmured repeatedly, like a child seeking comfort, hugged her, motionless.

Fanyin felt a burst of heat on his skin.

Gradually, her heart softened, and she let him hold her like this without making any more effort.

She finally remembered why he went crazy and treated her like this again today.

It's his birthday tonight, but she only thinks about Ah Xian in her heart, and only thinks about the meeting with Ah Xian, she completely forgot about his birthday.

(End of this chapter)