Paranoia: Mystic Chief Domineering Love

Chapter 636 Extra Story: Infatuation 16
Luo Xiaojin lay on the ground gasping for breath, and when she heard Huo Shangyi's crying, she moved over to comfort him in her arms, "Don't cry, Xiaoshang, Mommy is here, Mommy is here."

"Mommy? Aunt Luo, why is Aunt Luo my mommy?" Huo Shang's eyes were blurred when he cried, and he thought she was lying to him when he heard Luo Xiaojin's words.

"I'm your mommy, Xiaoshang, I'm sorry, mommy never dared to recognize you."

"Are you really my mommy?" Huo Shangyi stretched out his small hand to wipe her tears. For some reason, he believed what Luo Xiaojin said, as if it was an instinct.

Luo Xiaojin pressed his little hand to his face, and nodded silently.

"Daddy." Huo Shang raised his head and looked timidly at Huo Mingfeng who was standing not far away.

Huo Mingfeng gave them a cold look, and left Huo Zhai without looking back.

From then on, Huo Shangyi's memory of his father became more and more blurred, and he also began to practice cruelly.

Because he is Huo Men's only heir, the uncle has devoted all his efforts to his growth. He is cold-hearted and cold-hearted. Don't be bound by any feelings. Everything must be profit-oriented.

That year, the uncle died of a serious illness. After 13 years of absence, he saw his father again. It was at the funeral of the uncle. He was dressed in a black suit. It's just that those eyes, like the lake water soaked under the glacier, are bone-chillingly cold and daunting.

He didn't recognize him. The memory of his childhood was like an indelible scar. He hid it deeply in his heart. No one wanted to remember it. He didn't understand the scene of being rejected by his own father when he was young. During the time when his father was away, he always clamored to find his father to come back, but after a year or two, gradually, he stopped mentioning it.

Because every time you mention it, it will only make the lifeless Huo Zhai even more lifeless.

There was no longer a smile on the uncle's face, and his teaching became more and more harsh, and he did not disappoint the uncle's creation. He became less and less like a child of the same age, and he was able to restrain all his strengths early on. Emotions, even sad, angry, happy, will not be easily expressed.

Mother, his mother, when he was a child, he didn't understand how his Aunt Luo could become his own mother. When he grew up, he understood everything, and he only felt that his existence was like a joke.

It turned out that his birth was just a ridiculous lie.

The sky was dark and cloudy, and the whole air was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression. From the beginning to the end of the funeral, his father did not give him an extra wink. He was like a passerby, out of tune with the whole Homen, and lonely. His back stood in front of the stele without making a sound for a long time.

"Are you leaving again?" Blank hadn't called him for more than ten years, and for a moment he couldn't call him daddy, or father calmly.

He just gave him a silent look.

"Take care of Homen."

For 13 years, this was the only thing he said to him, concise and to the point, without any warmth.

The mother wanted to go forward but was stopped by the person he brought, and there was a trace of disgust fluttering in the dull eyes of the father like stagnant water.

He didn't listen to him say a word, and he didn't ask him if he could take up Huomen's burden.

In the whole Huo family, there is nothing worth looking back on.

(End of this chapter)