To My Dear Mr. Huo

"Are you driving me away?" Liu Xiyun is a movie queen and is addicted to acting. She doesn't want to leave now: "Tsk, you are driving me away? I'm really hurt."

"Stop making trouble." Ling Jing didn't even call her mother. Liu Xiyun looked at him pitifully. He raised his hand and patted his face: "Okay. Since you want to solve it by yourself, I'll leave first. I believe you can handle it. But don't let me wait too long."

Since it is rare for a son to be so interested in a girl.

Then make your decision early and take it home early. She was waiting to drink her wife's tea.

The last sentence sounded like two different things to Su Peizhen. Her face became colder and colder.

Liu Xiyun was almost done playing, and knew that if she continued to play, her son would be embarrassed. She smiled and turned to leave.

When passing by Su Peizhen, he glanced at her again.

Well, I have a good figure, there is meat where there should be meat, and there is skinny where there should be skinny. Looking somewhere, such a figure is very easy to manage.

As soon as her son gets a wife, maybe she will be able to have her grandson in two years.

Thinking of the pink and tender dumplings, the smile on Liu Xiyun's face deepened. He turned around and smiled at Ling Jing before leaving.

It's just that smile, in Su Peizhen's opinion, it's provocation. It's a warning.

The hand holding her heart began to exert strength again.

She was in more pain than before. She stood there expressionless, watching Liu Xiyun make various hints to Ling Jing in front of her, watching her provoke herself.

Watch her look like a winner in front of her.

She suddenly felt ridiculous. Very ridiculous.

Liu Xiyun left. The living room fell silent.

Su Peizhen looked at Ling Jing and took a step forward.

"Who is she? Who are you?"

She felt as if the big hand was holding her heart a little deeper. She stood a step forward and looked at Ling Jing coldly.

"Tell me. Who is she and who are you?"

Ling Jing looked at Su Peizhen and his lips moved. I want to talk, but I don’t know where to start.

I want to explain, but I don’t know how.

It was a fact that he had bad intentions, it was a fact that he took the opportunity to get close to her, and it was also a fact that he wanted Su Peizhen to fall in love with him at first and then dumped her.

All explanations are futile in the face of so many facts.

With Su Peizhen's personality, how could he forgive him?

A huge panic surged inside him, and he realized something faster than he thought.

"She's my mother."

There was silence in the air for a moment. Su Peizhen thought about what she heard when she entered the door just now, and thought about Ling Jing's reaction just now, and she suddenly laughed.

"What did you say? You said she was your mother?"

"Yes." Su Peizhen blinked, thinking of what she heard at the reception before. She suddenly laughed.

"I really don't know. Do you have such a hobby? Do you like to call the woman who supports you mom?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ling Jing said because of Su Peizhen's sharp words. Although Liu Xiyun sometimes likes to play, she is also a drama queen.

But she was his mother, and his expression suddenly darkened.

Su Peizhen was not afraid at all. She raised her head and looked directly at Ling Jing: "Isn't it a special hobby? Tell me, why don't you call me sister?"

Ling Jing's face turned dark, and he took a deep breath to calm himself down.

He knew that Su Peizhen was very angry now, and he didn't want to quarrel with her, so his eyes wandered around.

The screen of the cell phone that he had just turned off and thrown on the coffee table turned on again.

"Ling Jing, I'm talking nonsense, why don't you show me the nonsense?"

Su Peizhen's words rang in his ears. He didn't want to explain, so he picked up the phone and didn't wait for him to unlock it. A photo has popped up on the screen.

Looking at the photo, Ling Jing's expression changed again.

When he opened the screen, not only that photo, but one photo after another appeared on his phone.

Unfamiliar numbers kept sending out photos, and all the protagonists in the photos were only one: Su Peizhen.

Ling Jing stared at the photos, each one, her phone gradually tightened. His face gradually turned from black to blue, and his gums clenched.

One after another, until the last one is crossed. Every pose of the people in the photo was imprinted in his mind, and the storm in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"Ling Jing, who are you? Who is she?"

Su Peizhen's voice made him raise his head, and he stared at her face.

A very beautiful face, charming, cold and arrogant, individual and flamboyant.

He suddenly raised his hand, and the phone flew out of his palm, hit the wall, and then fell straight to the ground.

The force was so strong and the impact was so severe that the phone fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Su Peizhen was startled by his sudden move, and the hand that held his heart seemed to loosen at this moment.

She swallowed, moved her body back slightly, and looked at Ling Jing.

Ling Jing's face was very ugly, his face turned blue and his fists were clenched.

He walked around the coffee table and walked in front of Su Peizhen. His tall figure stood in front of her, creating an excellent sense of oppression.

Facing Su Peizhen's frightened face, he told himself, that's it. This was his plan from the beginning, this was his original intention.

Screw the acting, screw the pretense, screw the pretty face.

Everything, until today. It will all be over by this time.

He stared at Su Peizhen's face, and there was a beast in his heart that could no longer be contained at this time. The beast clamored to come out. The beast kept roaring and roaring.

His eyes were bloodshot and his expression was sinister. Even Su Peizhen was shocked by Ling Jing at this time.

"you--"

"Aren't you curious about who I am? Aren't you curious about who the woman just now is? I'll tell you."

"Ling Jing?" There was something very wrong with Ling Jing in front of him. Su Pei really wanted to retreat, but her feet seemed to be nailed and she couldn't move at all.

"My name is Ling Jing. This is my real name. However, I am not a pretty boy. Nor am I that woman's pretty boy. She is my mother, my biological mother. The kind that is related by blood."

"..." Su Peizhen didn't know what to say. Not only could she not move with bare feet, she couldn't even make a sound.

"By the way. I've probably never heard of someone like you. However, your older sister or younger sister, or brother-in-law or brother-in-law should be able to tell who I am."

"I, Ling Jing, the young master of the Ling family. You probably don't know what the Ling family does. The entire entertainment industry in Rongcheng and even the entire province belongs to our family. In addition, my old man also has several overseas routes. "

"As for other industries, I can't tell you in a few words. There are too many. If you are really interested in knowing more, I can ask my assistant to make a list for you."

He took a step forward, and Su Peizhen took a step back. But because her feet were weak, she almost fell.

Ling Jing held her waist, pinched her chin with one hand, and stared at her face coldly.

"Do you understand? My identity is the young master of the Ling family."

Su Peizhen couldn't react. At this time, her consciousness was empty and she couldn't react at all.

"you you--"

The word you was spoken very softly, almost as if it was stuck in my throat.

There were so many questions to ask and so many things to say, but in the end those words only turned into three words: "Why?"

Why? Ling Jing nodded, this is really a good question.

"You have the nerve to ask why?" Ling Jing raised his hand and pinched her chin, Ling Jing's eyes were sinister and wolfish.

If his subordinates were here, they would know that this is Master Ling's true face.

Moody and unpredictable. But it was the young master of the Ling family who no one wanted to mess with, a devil-like person.

"Su Peizhen. Think about what you did? Why do you ask me again?"

Su Peizhen didn't know why, and something in front of him seemed to be out of control.

It was clear that there was anxiety and nervousness in Ling Jing's eyes before, but now there was only rage?

fury? What right does he have to be angry?

Is she the one who wants to be angry? He lied to her. It was a scam from beginning to end. What right did he have to be angry?

Her expression was filled with confusion and a bit of fear, which greatly pleased Ling Jing.

He felt that the beast in his heart was finally released at this time, and he squeezed her chin tightly and forcefully.

"If you forget what you did, I don't mind reminding you."

"I am the noble Master Ling, and you treat me like a pretty boy? You are very capable."

Su Peizhen's face turned pale. Her feet were weak, and if it weren't for Ling Jing's hand on her lower back, she believed she would have fallen to the ground.

Ling Jing thought about the photos he had just seen and Su Peizhen's graceful love for another man, and his voice became colder and harsher.

"It doesn't count as keeping me, you can dump me if you want, and you can have me if you want? Are you playing with me?"

Su Peizhen gritted her teeth tightly, looking at the completely different Ling Jing in front of her, she no longer knew how she could react.

"Who do you think you are? I, Master Ling, can you play with?" He leaned close to her ear and spoke word by word with endless malice: "You are just a labor reform prisoner. Give it to me I’m not even worthy of carrying my shoes.”

The words "re-education through labor prisoner" would not have any impact on Su Peizhen if they were spoken by others. But now this sentence came out of Ling Jing's mouth.

She lost her usual calmness and rationality, and her strong heart had no effect at all at this time.

Ling Jing let go of her hand, and she stumbled, already unsteady on her feet, and fell to the ground.

Ling Jing looked at her condescendingly, her eyes gloomy and cold.

"Su Peizhen, let me tell you, I have always been the only one to play with others, and no one can play with me. In this game, you started it, but I have the right to end it."

Lowering her head, he stretched out his hand to lift her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Now, I declare, Game Over."

Putting these words aside, he looked at Su Peizhen who was still lost in thought. How could she still be as noble and cool as she was at this moment?

Her face was pale and her body was shaking like fallen leaves in the wind. Ling Jing's heart was not at peace because she released the beast, but instead became more irritated.

He quickly let go of his hand, threw Su Peizhen away, turned around and left without looking back.

cough. I said it before I started. A cruel man and a scumbag, a perfect match. Just purple. Continue tomorrow.