Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

Chapter 6 The villain wants to divorce 6

The middle-aged man said angrily: “Look, do you do like what a son should do?”

“Do you say something like what a father said? Listen, listen to the charge-instigating a maidservant to swallow a pill? My father, my son’s life was almost in her hands. Could it be that I instigated her to take my life? Is the son the kind of person who is not afraid of death?”

“…What do you say about offending Miss Xie’s family?”

“The son admires her! Admiration is also wrong? You ask these people-who dare to say something against Miss Xie Jia?”

“…Anyway, wrong is wrong!”

The corner of Guan Heng’s lips twitched, and he smiled suddenly, but his eyes were chilly, like a knife, swishing towards a serious, black-faced middle-aged man.

He shrugged and laughed at himself: “So this is the truth, right?”

“The crime is not important at all. I just found an excuse to lock me up. I was locked up to the wasteland, the sea is dry and the stone is rotten, and the Miss Xie’s lonely old age, or married separately-no, I can’t be married separately. If she married separately, the marriage contract with me would be The only stain on her body must be obliterated.”

The voice of the teenager is getting higher and higher, and the sharp edge between his eyebrows and eyes is pressing.

He put away all the thoughts of gagging, and provoked the situation almost sharply—perhaps because the person standing opposite was his father, the family he cared about most, and the least able to withstand the harm from there.

A wry smile evoked at the corner of Guan Heng’s mouth. He looked straight at the middle-aged man and shook his head slightly mockingly: “I want to come like this, in order to save my life, should I pray that she will die alone?”

“Bold, how dare you be disrespectful to Miss!”

Someone in the crowd scolded, with a delicate voice, vaguely a woman.

Upon hearing this, Guan Heng sneered.

He put his hands behind his head, Yu Guang glanced at the place where he was making the sound, disdainfully said: “I just have something to say. Unlike some guys, who are hidden and dare not see people…”

“Ugh.”

The middle-aged man suddenly let out a long sigh, interrupting the young man’s grumble.

He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, then raised his head and said earnestly: “Heng’er, it’s not that Dad made you embarrassed intentionally.”

“Think about it carefully, since childhood, what is the most common sentence Dad has said to you?”

Guan Heng: “…Look, there is a pretty girl who is alone over there, let her father warm her long night?”

The old man blushed: “I never said this!”

“…From today, she will be your aunt xx.”

“Not this sentence!” The middle-aged man blew his beard, glared and sighed loudly, “It’s rare to be confused, rare to be confused!”

After speaking, he shook his head repeatedly, his frowning brows tightened tighter, fine wrinkles appeared at the end of his eyes, and turbid water shone in his eyes.

This time, I was not caught by the dust, but the real tears.

He looked sad and helpless, and shook his head again and again, sighing: “Heng’er, you have been smart since you were a child. How dad I hope… you can pretend to be confused occasionally.”

Guan Heng raised his eyebrows and unceremoniously counterattacked back: “My son can pretend to be foolish. If I really pretend, my son can pretend to be more confused than anyone else.”

“But there are some things you can’t be confused about, such as freedom.”

The man said: “Compared with life?”

Guan Heng was stunned for a moment.

He opened his mouth in disbelief, but he couldn’t spit out another syllable. Turning over and over in my mind, there was only one thought: really things are so serious, to the point of taking his life?

The sun fell on the leaves, and whenever there was a breeze, the branches and leaves trembled, dazzling a piece of lake-like light.

The light was reflected in the eyes of the two confronting each other. The middle-aged man looked obscure. Guan Heng stared at him unblinkingly, his face pale again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xie Ziyou has always been only a villain. This is the first time he has picked up a cheat line, and it is also the first time he has seen the growth of the protagonist.

He looked at the boy’s flushed eyes, bloodshot in his eyes, and he couldn’t help feeling a little distressed.

Obviously nothing was wrong, and he was clearly dedicated to safeguarding the family, but others were vying for profit, so he squeezed the boy to the cusp of the storm. He worked hard and worked hard for more than ten years, and he was always weighing a heavy burden on his body-but today, under the provocation of the Xie Family Fairy, the ground fell apart and the mountains shook.

Suddenly, a male voice whispered in the crowd: “Why is it so troublesome, just kill it.”

Although the voice is low, it is enough for everyone to hear.

Guan Heng suddenly raised his head and looked to the place where he made the sound!

Several of the Guan family branch clan brothers hurriedly lowered their heads, pretending to be interested in the fallen leaves on the ground.

The fallen leaves were curled up by the wind, and the rot traces of the stalk gnawed by insects were revealed during the turning. Guan Heng watched the black whirlpool in front of him, and his heart was cut like a knife in an instant.

Xie Ziyou heard him murmured and murmured almost to himself, “Those people are my friends. When we meet every day, they call me Brother Heng.”

Listening to the desolate voice of the teenager, Xie Ziyou’s nose was sour, and for the first time in his life, he felt strongly that he was worthless for another person.

Especially when he saw through the edge of the jade bracelet, he saw the cold and hard faces in the Wuyangyang crowd. The elders of the Guan family, the children of the clan, and even the servants in charge… The gaze looking at Guan Heng was greedy and disgusting, and they completely forgot how they had earned glory for themselves by oppressing the protagonist in the past decade or so.

Like a group of blood-sucking leeches, greedily picking up the juvenile’s flesh and blood, bit by bit, building a nest like Guan’s deformity.

Now Guan Heng has no effect. They are decisively detached, selfish and ruthless. Before they leave, they have to step on the bruised young man with a few feet to ensure that he will never fall into the mud and not turn over.

Guan Heng’s hopeful gaze followed the crowd for a circle, and his eyes glanced across the familiar faces, his expression almost begging.

But everyone was avoiding his sight, and they lowered their heads, chewing conscience and morality into their stomachs.

The young man in focus was once the pillar of the entire Guan family, but on the other hand, it is also the entire history of Guan family’s inferiority, cowardice, and influence, representing the past that everyone feared to avoid.

The gloss in Guan Heng’s eyes dimmed a little bit.

He suddenly laughed twice in a low voice, his voice as bleak as grit.

Then the boy smiled, his nose was straight, his eyebrows were as cold as a knife cut, and his eyebrows showed a trace of ageless stability.

He turned his head, his eyes were straight, and he fixed his eyes on the middle-aged man, and said every word: “That, also, confused, smeared, no, gotta!”

The audience was silent.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

He said with a deep and deep voice: “Heng’er, you shouldn’t show this profound energy cultivation.”

Falling into the eyes of the caring people, it turned out to be a disaster.

Guan Heng snorted and said coldly, “What should my son do? Should he close his eyes and wait for death?”

The man’s eyes were painful, and he whispered: “…yesterday your thirteenth aunt was happy, the doctor checked it, she is a man.”

Guan Heng: “…”

The young man was stunned again.

Xie Ziyou watched Guan Heng’s eyes a little bit of sadness, her black hair was blown dry by the wind, drifting back and forth along her tough cheeks, like floating duckweed.

The boy’s voice was hoarse, and he barely squeezed out a smile: “Then I want to have a brother? That’s great, congratulations.”

The middle-aged man said: “So…you are no longer my only son.”

Guan Heng nodded and said clearly, “I understand.” After a pause, he repeated, “I understand.”

It’s not the only one, so I sacrificed, and it’s not so painful and painful.

Although the corners of Guan Heng’s lips were smiling, his eyes were dark as a deep pool. The youthful vigor was crushed and scattered, and the fatigue and depression hidden in the depths quietly appeared, like ghosts and ghosts, in his dim gaze. Flashing.

Xie Ziyou’s heart trembled suddenly.

He thought sadly, if he was not a villain model, maybe he could pat the protagonist on the shoulder and give him a shallow hug.

Thinking of this, the sapphire bracelet suddenly moved with his heart, and the cold touch was attached to the young man’s wrist.

The refreshing coolness spreads along the ulna, as if eating a fresh and refreshing melon in summer, comfortable and refreshing, dispelling the suffocating sultry heat, Guan Heng’s heart suddenly bounced, although it is faint, it should not be ignored.

This touch pulled the boy out of the trance, Guan Heng blinked vigorously, and his clenched palm quietly relaxed.

He raised his right hand, stroked his left wrist, rubbed the jade bracelet gently and preciously for a while, and sighed long.

Xie Ziyou was suddenly touched by someone, which made him stunned for a moment.

The boy’s palm was warm, like a never-fading little sun, and his touch of tenderness made him a little awkward immediately.

But before he had time to protest, he heard Guan Heng’s clear voice and said sincerely: “I don’t want to sit still, and don’t want to be trapped in old age. If my father still cherishes his son, how about… exile him from Luoling.”