Isn't it about identity, about orthodox blood?

Zhan Muting's mother, because she saved Zhan Bei's life, accidentally conceived a child, and she was a wife of Zhan, but she died in childbirth.

Zhan Muqing's mother...... Oh, he doesn't have any identity, he said that it sounds like his girlfriend and fiancée. To put it mildly, it's his bed partner.

This bed partner also climbed into other men's beds, ruining his reputation and letting Zhan Muqing wander outside for more than ten years.

And Zhan Muhan's mother is her.

She Xuefuer is the wife of Zhanbei Ming Media, the mistress of the Zhan family, and the son she gave birth to is the purest bloodline of the Zhan family.

But what did she get with her son......

Thinking of Zhan Lao's cold-blooded and heartless will, Xue Fu'er couldn't wait to rush over with a knife and kill Zhan Muqing and Zhan Muting.

It's obviously his son, why treat them differently!

His heart as a father is so ruthless!

Could it be that without them, his son could be noticed?

At this moment, Xue Fu'er's mind was full of the idea that Zhan Muqing and Zhan Muting would disappear into the world forever.

His expression became hideous, until Zhan Muhan's voice sounded.

"What to do?"

Zhan Muhan smiled evilly, took out the cigarette in his trouser pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it, and under the thick smoke of the mist was a careless and fearless handsome face.

Zhan Muhan leaned against the desk, holding a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and raised his eyebrows slightly to look at his mother in front of him.

Mother?

Oh, that's a stranger!

At her son's playful eyes and indifferent expression, Xuefuer's eyes suddenly became cold, and she stepped forward and wanted to slap him.

Just threw it out, he was caught by Zhan Muhan.

The man took a puff of cigarette at the end, extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and smiled: "Mother, my father is dead, even if you train me to be an omnipotent god who calls the wind and rain, he will not see it." ”

From childhood to adulthood, in a place where others can't see, he doesn't know how many beatings he has received with this face.

The scars on his body are not only those left by his father, but also his so-called biological mother.

If Zhan Lao abused him, then Chevle abused him physically and mentally.

Madame Chevr stared at him in disbelief, and the son in front of her dared to resist.

Zhan Muhan lifted his cold eyes, his distinct facial features were dyed with a hint of coldness, and the corners of his mouth hooked his lips with a sneer: "Mother, it's almost enough to fight for so many years!" ”

From the beginning of his sensibility, he was like a puppet being grabbed by her, walking a little crookedly, and raising his hand was a slap.

He's tired of this life!

Staring at Chevle's pale face, Zhan Muhan used two points of force to make Chevle unsteady and fall on the sofa.

This is to tell her that it was not that he couldn't resist before, or that he didn't want to resist.

Now that my father is dead, no one can restrain him!

He wants to live his own life, like the third child, free and easy, regardless of everything.

Chevle's body didn't hurt, but she was distressed.

"War Pastoral Cold ......"

"Mother, I never wanted everything about the Zhan family. Since my father has appointed my eldest brother as the heir, OK, everyone is happy! ”

Zhan Muhan shrugged, with a bit of lazy casualness.

All he wants now is Si Mian.

His baby is still waiting for him to go back in Jingcheng!

Thinking of Si Mian, Zhan Muhan unconsciously appeared in his mind the sweet and cute appearance of a little woman.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised.

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There are six more chapters, which will be updated around noon.

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