Wen Jinghong stared at the speechless Yan Jun with sarcasm on his face, the Wen family had been blinded, which had made them all lose face.

Now the people of a small town family also dare to talk nonsense in front of them, it turns out that this is their way of education.

No wonder Wen Zhiyuan is so changeable, with such a pair of parents behind her back to 'teach' all the time, she is out of the blue.

Thinking of this, Wen Jinghong turned around with his hands and glanced at the ground: "Wen Zhiyuan, raise your head!"

He no longer called her 'kite' and 'little kite'.

He looked at her with a gaze that gradually faded away from his fatherly love.

At this time, Wen Zhiyuan, who had been kneeling for a long time, finally raised his head to meet his gaze.

The blood on the corners of her mouth was still there, and there was gauze on her forehead, and the moment she looked up, tears slid down her eyes and hit the ground.

Wen Zhiyuan's eyes were very red, dripping blood, and it seemed that because of her extreme restraint, the lines of her face twitched from time to time, "Dad......"

Hoarse, weak, and full of misery.

The previous pridefulness and the shrewdness that framed Yan Shiqi all died down.

Wen Jinghong's expression was serious, his eyes were calm, if it weren't for his hands behind his back clenched into fists, maybe it would really make people mistakenly think that he no longer had any feelings for Wen Zhiyuan.

When Duanmu Lanya saw this scene, although she couldn't bear it, she just stood aside silently and didn't say a word.

It was as if her heart had been chopped apart, and it hurt so much that she didn't know what to do.

Wen Jinghong pursed the corners of his lips, his nose moved, and he said word by word: "I'm not your father, from today onwards, you go back to Yan's house." ”

In a word, all Wen Zhiyuan's expectations were shattered.

She breathed suddenly, and the corners of her mouth opened slightly in disbelief.

In a daze, she began to shake her head, accompanied by a constant muttering: "No, no, Dad, I don't want to go back, I don't want to be a child of the Yan family, I am the daughter of the Wen family, and I am Wen Zhiyuan."

Dad, don't you love me? I only passed the title exam of the cultural center last month, have you forgotten? You said that I am your pride. ”

As she spoke, she rubbed her knee at Wen Jinghong's feet.

Wen Zhiyuan knelt in front of him, tugging at his trousers, looking up at the slender Wen Jinghong.

She kept pulling him, tears streaming down her face, "Dad, you can't do this, you have to believe me."

If it's because I took the money from the Yan family, will I give them back?

I'll give them back now, I don't want any of it!Dad, please, don't drive me away......"

Ms. Lian and Yan Jun on the side were stunned when they heard the sound!

Ms. Lian was in a trance, her voice trembled, "Nan, what are you talking about......"

Wen Zhiyuan didn't look at her, as if she hadn't heard it, and always stared at Wen Jinghong with tears in her eyes.

Seeing this, Wen Jinghong looked down at her kneeling on the ground, and his hands became more and more clenched.

In all these years, he had never made this child cry so sadly, and he had never seen her so humble.

However, we cannot be soft-hearted, and we cannot be soft-hearted anymore.

The things she did, every single thing she took out, was enough to disgrace the Wen family.

The Wen family has been bright and upright all their lives, but because of such a child, they lost their style.

Wen Jinghong's thoughts were very chaotic, and his emotions were extremely complicated.

But all the emotions that overturned the river and the sea were covered by him under his indifferent expression.

Wen Zhiyuan pleaded, like a poor beggar, his face was covered with snot and tears, and the blood at the corner of his mouth mixed with tears seemed to bloom a poisonous rose on his jaw.

She wagged her tail and begged for mercy like this, but she couldn't see any of the former love in Wen Jinghong's expression.

In a flash, she looked at Duanmu Lanya with tears in her eyes, let go of Wen Jinghong's trousers, and she climbed over, "Mom, you won't want me, right?"