Heartbroken

Father He was stunned.

He never thought that He Chuanyang would treat him like this.

He only has one son, He Chuanyang. Although he has strict requirements on He Chuanyang, he has never been short of He Chuanyang since he was young, and he has never owed He Chuanyang. Yang, but at this moment, He Chuanyang resolutely said that he wanted to sever the father-son relationship with him!

"Chuanyang, you, how did you become like this?" He looked at He Chuanyang sadly and asked, "You don't recognize your relatives, what's the difference between you and a beast?"

"You can say whatever you like," He Chuanyang sneered, "Kneel as much as you like, and kneel as long as you like. I won't accompany you!"

He picked up the car keys on the table and walked out.

"Chuanyang, stop!" Father He got up and chased after him, grabbing his arm.

He Chuanyang shook off his hand and looked back at him, his eyes were as cold as ice knives and snow swords: "What? You want to learn from your father and give me a knife?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Father He was filled with incomprehensible pain, "I am your biological father!"

"Yes, you are my biological father, a biological father who watched others want to kill me but was indifferent." He Chuanyang looked at him coldly and said, "If you really consider me your son, please help me, Try not to appear in front of me in the future, I will be very grateful to you."

"Chuanyang, how could you treat me like this?" Father He shook his head in pain: "You are the only son I have..."

"I'm tired of hearing these words," He Chuanyang said blankly, "This sentence is the weapon you use to kidnap me morally. Apart from that, I don't see any other meaning to this sentence."

"You..." Father He's mind went blank, and he couldn't think of anything else.

"Do you know?" He Chuanyang looked at him coldly, and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly: "Now I feel disgusted when I see your face! If there is an afterlife, let me choose, I would rather be reborn in a penniless I don’t want to be your son of He Congpei! If you still have the backbone of a man, please don’t appear in front of me again. When you are old, I will give you money to support you. Don’t worry. !"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and strode out.

This time, Father He didn't chase after him.

His heart is broken.

A heart is like being frozen into a block of ice first, and then smashed into pieces by someone hitting it with a sharp sword.

Torn apart.

He Chuanyang's words echoed in his ears over and over again.

In his life, he had a clear conscience and tried his best to be a son, a good husband, and a good father, but in He Chuanyang's mouth, he was useless.

What he couldn't accept the most was that He Chuanyang's words sounded very reasonable.

His life was a life of failure.

His father loved his younger brother more.

His wife loves her natal family more.

His only son wants to sever the father-son relationship with him.

In his life, until now, he has become a loner, and he has not found someone who loves him wholeheartedly.

It's as if he came to this world for nothing...with nothing.

There was a sudden throbbing in his heart, and he clutched his chest in pain. After a violent tumbling of his internal organs, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The strong sense of suffocation made him gasp for air with his mouth wide open. He wanted to call for help, but it seemed that someone had strangled his neck and he couldn't make a sound.