"Although Qiwei is not my biological child, he is always the Zhao family's child. If this continues, it won't work."

The door of the study room was not closed tightly. Perhaps no one expected someone to eavesdrop, and he would not have thought that he would come back at this time and would appear here.

He could not hear anything, and there was only one sentence in his mind.

He is not his biological child.

He is not.

I don’t know how to leave or what I was thinking. He only knew that he got angry that day and threw everything in his house.

He ran out, grabbed the person and beat him, smashing everything he could torn.

In stores, shopping malls, hotels, cafes, he vented enough, until he was on the ground and had no strength.

He thought he was busy, but he was busy.

It doesn't mean he doesn't love him.

But the result is not.

He is not busy, he is not his son at all!

He and him have no blood relationship!

Such a fact defeated the only thought left in his heart, and he hated him.

Love makes hatred, but that's that simple.

He was no longer afraid of him, and even began to provoke him, say something bad and mock him.

A son-in-law who came to the door and had nothing, and who crawled out of the pile of ants actually had the courage to enter his Zhao family's door, so he deserved to bear these ridicule and sarcasm.

I should never raise my head for the rest of my life!

He looked at him and listened to his hurtful words, no longer indifferent or emotional, he just looked at him, calm, for a long time, and then left.

Since then, he no longer has any feelings for him, as if he and him were the strangest people.

No matter what he does or says, it will not affect him.

How could he do this?

How could he not be affected?

He should be angry, inferior, and angry!

This is not what he wants. He wants him to tear open the mask of peace and reveal his true heart!

He began to do more excessive things, he hurt people and treated people like grass.

Beat them, hurt them, and let them kneel in front of him like dogs.

He even deliberately brought people to him to ridicule him. No matter whether he was in class, at dinner, or talking to others, he just appeared in front of him regardless of whether he was in class or at the time.

Let everyone look down on him and see how he is crushed by his son.

But even so, he was indifferent.

It was like the mask on his face was welded to death, and he couldn't take it off no matter what he did.

And because of these things, my mother got angry.

Almost beat him.

He did not cry, but laughed, saying that he was not Qin Youbai's son.

Mother was shocked.

He mocked her, surprised what, whose son was so important?

Anyway, he was bleeding from the Zhao family, so that was enough.

My mother fell to the ground and hugged him and started crying.

At that time, he wanted to cry too.

Why is he not his son?

Why?

He likes him as his father, and he wishes he was born, but why isn't it?

He hates them, hates them all!

Since then, no matter how excessive he does, his mother no longer talks about him, and so does his grandfather.

They are satisfied with whatever he wants.

But the more this happened, the more he felt empty and became more presumptuous, until he did something that made his nominal father finally get angry.

He burned his study.

In fact, he didn't mean it, he just wanted to destroy the things in his study and make his job more difficult.

Who makes him like work so much that he will be angry if he destroys these things.

The truth is, he did get angry.

But the prerequisite for getting angry is that his behavior caused a fire in the study and everything inside was burned.

He slapped him, pointed at him and said: Get out.

That was the first time he saw him angry, and his anger seemed to burn everything to ashes.

At that moment, he finally knew that he was a human being.

He is emotional.

He is real.

Qin Youbai finally had something in his empty heart.

He ridiculed him, mocked him, and said he deserved it.

Whoever asked him to enter the Zhao family's door, if he didn't enter the Zhao family's door, he wouldn't have him as his son.

He would not suffer these sins.

Everything was asked by him.

He raised his head and left with victory.

But in fact, he didn't really leave. He hid around the corner and watched him standing outside the study room, looking at the burned black study room inside.

He was very disappointed and sad.

Very heavy.

It was the first time that he showed a very different mood.

But at that time, he didn't understand what these emotions meant.

In his opinion, what he loves the most is his job.

He ruined his study and he was very sad.

Then for a long time, he was content with himself.

His heart was greatly satisfied.

Perhaps, he thought it would be good to go on like this.

He is not his father, but in the eyes of outsiders, he is his father.

He Zhao Qiwei has a father, mother, and grandfather.

They all love him and are by his side.

Compared with Zhan Lianshi, he is not much better.

When talking about Zhan Lian, he felt extremely unhappy.

Perhaps it was because of nature, or perhaps it was because they were destined to be not all the people. He didn't like him the first time he saw him.

It is said that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers.

He is Zhao Qiwei outside, and he is the number one.

But Zhan Lian was there, and this first one seemed to belong to him.

Everyone's eyes were on him. He was good-looking, polite, and did not bully people. Many classmates liked him.

Especially girls, they have to play with him, so are their beauty.

As long as there is his place, no one will pay attention to him Zhao Qiwei.

He hates him.

I hate it from the bottom of my heart.

He came to him and said directly: Call me brother.

He didn't even look at him, and turned around and left.
To be continued...