Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"Grandma was very opposed to all of this at the beginning. But when the woman showed her business ability and mistress demeanor, compared to the boy's mother, she would only make hysterical noise every day. The boy's grandma no longer stood on the sidelines." Here they are."

Lu Tingwan smiled, he didn't know if he was mocking him, or he just thought it was funny, even Jiaoyang couldn't see clearly.

"After the mother committed suicide, she was hospitalized. The boy often visited her. Because he wanted her to know that she only had him. He hadn't had a father for a long time. He felt that he didn't need a father. Why couldn't my mother? You are limited to one person.

But he was disappointed after all. As soon as he came to the hospital, his mother would look at his face similar to his father's facial features, and would just go crazy, choke him and beat him until his mother was discharged from the hospital, and the boy and his mother were kicked out. At home, such mental and physical torture accompanied him until he was fifteen years old. "

The man looked up, smiling and remembering. He wanted to smoke, but he held back.

Looking at the little girl beside him staring at him with big eyes, her expression was unclear. He leaned over and kissed her lips reassuringly.

"Until one day, the boy fell down, and there was a piece of broken glass under his body. He looked at the ceiling above his head, his head was dizzy, and his vision was somewhat blurred. For some reason, he suddenly felt that everything around him was extremely strange.

Also at that moment, the boy suddenly made the second decision in his life. The first decision is that he doesn't need a father. And the second, that he doesn't need a mother either."

Lu Tingwan lowered his eyes.

"What happened later, what happened later?" Jiao Yang leaned over and approached him.

Lu Tingwan couldn't help laughing when he met her curious and longing eyes.

He caressed her white and smooth cheeks, curled the corners of his mouth, and pointed to his own face.

Jiao Yang's eyes widened, she gave him a blank look, and felt speechless, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before he continued.

"The boy's mother has been taking antipsychotic drugs, but the effect is minimal. So once...she lost control of her mind while driving a car and died in a car accident."

Lu Tingwan looked at her and met her gaze, but he didn't feel any fear or bewilderment.

He smiled, opened the corners of his mouth, and laughed wildly: "Do you believe it?"

Jiao Yang looked at him calmly, without answering. She just leaned over and patted him on the back to calm him down, just like he did to her at night.

Lu Tingwan took a deep breath: "After his mother died, the boy was taken back to that home by his grandma. No matter how you say it, he is also his father's blood. But obviously, everyone only regards him as the so-called His brother's stuff was a stepping stone.

'Ting Wan, your brother is still young and doesn't understand many things, you must take good care of your brother. ’ is the word the boy has heard the most.

The boy is very sensible, or in other words, he deliberately wants others to think he is sensible. At that time, he had grown into a teenager. He frankly complied with the entrustment of his father, grandma, and stepmother who was always smiling happily.

He showed no trace of greed or ambition, and was extremely humble, using all his talents to assist his younger brother and pave the way for his younger brother. He is as loyal as a dog. "