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- Japan, Ito family.
In the dark house, a black figure suddenly appeared, descending suddenly like a ghost.
If it weren¡¯t for the fact that everyone in the villa had a day off and went home, I would have been really scared by him.
He still habitually looked towards the small room on the second floor, opened his mouth, and called out "Mother" in a low voice.
But there was no reply.
I couldn¡¯t help but laugh at myself for my stupidity, because my mother was already dead.
No one will ever serve him a steaming bowl of miso soup again.
His eyes became much darker.
He walked up to the second floor in the darkness, changed into a black samurai robe, picked up his mobile phone and turned around to go out and watch a movie alone.
"Hell Change" by Ry¨±jisuke Akutagawa, which is highly praised by everyone, was so boring that he fell asleep in the movie theater.
Still alone, Shi Shiran went home alone.
On the road, I saw a small shop still open, with big red lanterns hanging under the eaves, emitting a burst of warm yellow and reddish light.
The two words "food" and "fu" are written on the lantern.
The white smoke is constantly drifting out from the chimney, looking like a warm midnight canteen.
Fang Haocheng kicked his hands into his sleeves and walked in like a frustrated and lonely swordsman.
After a while, he walked out.
It¡¯s the same as before, but I have an extra oily paper bag in my hand.
When passing by the living room at home, when he was about to turn on the lights, the crystal chandelier suddenly lit up, making the hall clean and tidy.
"Ž¢¤Ã¤Æ¤¤¿(You're back)" a cold voice suddenly came from the hall.
The man sitting on the sofa slowly stood up and looked straight at Fang Haocheng with a pair of deep and steady eyes.
It¡¯s been almost eight years since we last met.
Fang Haocheng looked at the white-haired father, and a flash of excitement flashed in his heart. He couldn't help but cry softly with tears in his eyes - "Father!"
"Um!"
The man was about in his early fifties, tall and slim.
The neat short hair sets off the deep and three-dimensional facial features, and the handsome eyebrows look as young as those in their forties because they are well maintained.
It was Mr. Ito whom Xia Yuwan had met in the hall before.
"By the way, I've fired the maid at home. I'm going to Tokyo tomorrow, and you have to go with me this time!"
¡°As he said this, he looked around at Fang Haocheng. He hadn¡¯t seen him for a long time, but he was half a head taller than him.
He is already a complete adult.
He looked a lot like his deceased wife, which made his eyes turn red. He suppressed his emotions and tried his best to face him with calm eyes.
"I want to go too? I won't go!"
Fang Haocheng refused his order without hesitation and looked toward the room upstairs from the corner of his eye.
The Adam's apple rolled, and the mood became depressed, "I want to stay here with my mother."
As soon as he finished speaking, an unexpected slap hit him on the face.
Soon, there was a fresh five-finger mark on that soft and handsome white face, which made the narrow phoenix eyes shine with water.
Faintly red.
Fang Haocheng looked up in shock at his father in front of him. The latter's face was as cold as frost, and his eyes were as cold as winter: "You are not allowed to mention her again!"
"Why? Why shouldn't I mention it? She was forced to death by you. If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!"
Fang Haocheng's eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was cold and ruthless, expressing his selfishness and indifference.
Hearing that he was still resenting himself for this incident, Mr. Ito's figure trembled in a daze under the light, and he almost fell down due to unsteadiness.
Fortunately, he still had a crutch in his hand, which he could barely support.
"You don't need to know why! You are my son and a member of the Ito family! Then you should listen to my arrangements. Just do whatever I tell you!"
At this moment, Fang Haocheng really felt that his life was ironic.
He smiled extremely disappointedly.
The sadness and ridicule in this smile made Mr. Ito feel frightened.
He glanced at his palms, which were also burning, with a firm gaze.
He did not regret slapping Fang Haocheng.
The reason why Fang Haocheng laughed was because he was laughing at himself.??Stupid.
Since he was a child, he has always been careful to please him, study hard, and practice the piano well, even if he is sick, he does not dare to delay, because his father likes outstanding children.
So he practiced like crazy every day. Except for eating and sleeping, he spent all his time practicing piano and learning Zhu Youshu.
In the end, he was still as deserted as ever.
Because of him, the lofty Mr. Ito and Sakae Ito, the head of the Japanese chaebol, have many children.
There is no shortage of Fang Haocheng.
After his mother died, he wandered alone for eight years.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: He has never shown any concern or even a greeting to me, even when we met, he gave me unfamiliar orders and nothing else.
¡°I won¡¯t go¡±
After Fang Haocheng firmly abandoned his decision, he turned on his heels and walked up to the second floor.
When he reached the top of the stairs, his tall body suddenly stopped and stood under the dazzling crystal lamp.
The dazzling white light hit his face, and for a moment, his body was covered with a layer of cold silver light, making it difficult to see the man's face clearly.
His deep and magnetic voice came to my ears, soft enough to make my ears pregnant.
What he asked was¡ª¡ª
"Father, am I really your son?"
After saying that, he continued to walk forward and closed the door.
Isolating myself and the man downstairs into two worlds with no intersection.
That night, Fang Haocheng turned off the lights and hid under the quilt but couldn't fall asleep. He touched the necklace left by his mother and lost his mind in the memory.
In the corner, the food he bought was still lying quietly in the box, gradually losing its air-conditioning as time went by.
That was my mother¡¯s favorite food when she was alive.
The next day, it was still dark.
When Fang Haocheng went downstairs, he went to his father's room to take a look.
This time, the room was so empty that he couldn't help but bite his thin lips and cry silently.
If he didn¡¯t care, why did he even take away his mother¡¯s favorite photo?
But if he cared, why did he never pay attention to their mother and son?
Is he very disappointed, so he doesn¡¯t want her as his son?
After crying for a while and sorting himself out, Fang Haocheng walked downstairs absentmindedly. On the long table, there was a hearty breakfast chicken sandwich and his favorite fried egg with green onion.
He was depressed for several days.
" Seeing this scene, the servants at home couldn't help but wipe away their tears for the fifth young master, and really wanted to go up and persuade him to look away.
After all, he is the most talented child in the Ito family.
As long as he knows how to take the initiative to submit to weakness, Mr. Ito will definitely love him.
"It's a pity that the fifth young master, like that oriental woman, would rather commit suicide than compromise!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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