The only thing that remains unchanged is Si Ming's appearance.
His facial features became more and more exquisite, more and more clever.
However, no matter when, there is always a sickness between his brows.
It was dark and terrifying, as if something was still.
However, he has a smile on his face every day, and that smile makes people ignore the strangeness between his brows and eyes.
He always smiles gently, even when he is sitting in a wheelchair, he is always the object of everyone's attention.
Everyone thinks that he is a young master like jade, but who knows that such a person who looks like warm jade in their eyes is actually a rotten thing that is bad to the bone?
Si Ming's cold inquiry made Si Kong's mind blank for two seconds.
The slow, sluggish brain recovered memory bit by bit.
Those memories that he seemed to be able to hide in the corner all came to mind.
Everyone has a past that he doesn't want to mention. For him, the memory of bullying others when he was a child is the last thing he wants to mention.
That was his extremely shameless past.
Calm down and think about it, he didn't even know why he bullied him.
It seems that just because he was not praised by his father or noticed by others when he was a child, he blamed all of these on Si Ming, who was in the same grade as him.
In the past three years, he has been very kind to Si Ming, one is because of his mother's concubine's confession, and the other is because of guilt.
Sikong's expression changed slightly.
Si Ming leaned on the wheelchair and looked at him: "It seems that you have already remembered."
Sikong gritted his teeth, and said: "I used to do something wrong, but¡ªthe kindness I have treated you in the past three years has not been faked! The kindness they have treated you is not fake, why don't you let it go? them?"
"Let it go?" Si Ming's lips curved up slightly, with a strange look, "I'm afraid to let them go, who will let me go?"
Si Ming smiled lowly, looked at Sikong as if looking at a clown, and said: "You know what? Every time I get along with you, I wish I could kill you.
Staying with you makes me feel very sick. "
Si Ming's stomach rolled, as if recalling the past.
His face was contorted, and he bent down involuntarily.
There was a red light in his eyes, and he looked straight at Sikong, his body trembling because of excitement: "As long as I am with you, I will always recall the pain of the past four years! Do you want me to forgive you? Dreaming!"
After saying these words, Si Ming's expression became cold again.
He let out a long breath, lay down on the back of the wheelchair again, and restored the image of the son.
The man who looked crazy just now didn't seem to be him.
Sikong was startled by Si Ming's expression.
The manic twisted, irritable expression made his heart beat violently.
Slowly panicked.
How how?
He didn't know, he never knew, Si Ming looked at them like this
The blood on Sikong's face faded little by little, and his whole body was cold from head to toe.
What has he done in the past three years?
What is Si Ming's mood towards them in the past three years?
Si Ming regained his composure, and he smiled gently: "You probably don't know, right? Under the soil where you are now, there are the bones of your blood relatives." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com