You Are My Rare Passion

Chapter 7047

He is really in love with this son.

But obviously, Sheng Yunwen has only hatred for his feelings.

He felt a restlessness he had never felt before.

He is the owner of the closed family. He has a high position and power. It is the first time that he wants to please someone. That person not only doesn't respond to him and doesn't appreciate him, but also laughs at him and ridicules him.

At this moment, he deeply realized what it means to be just without desire.

If you have nothing to ask for, you can be as calm as water.

But now he wants something.

He hoped that Sheng Yunwen could sincerely respect and recognize his father.

He hopes to be a true father and son with Sheng Yunwen.

At the moment, Sheng Yunwen has nothing to ask for.

He does not seek fame, profit, or his favor and recognition.

So Sheng Yunwen was not afraid of him.

oh

no

incorrect.

Sheng Yunwen didn't ask for nothing. Sheng Yunwen asked for nothing from him.

He wanted something from Sheng Xique.

He hopes to be forgiven by Sheng Xike.

To this end, he did not hesitate to abandon his human dignity and kneel down to Sheng Xike.

His son, who was granted a reputation, and their young master of the family, even knelt down. It hurt not only Sheng Yunwen's face, but also their face.

He is no longer just gentle and gentle, like a spring breeze, with a cold look and high: "when I get up and say something, the man has gold under his knee and kneels on the ground, what does it look like?"

"Oh, it doesn't look like it?" Sheng Yunwen sneered and said indifferently, "I can be more like it."

Then he raised his hand and slapped himself in the face, "I'm wrong."

Before the crisp slap fell, another slap slapped him on the other cheek: "I'm shameless!"

"Pa", the third slap, "I'm cheap."

Fourth, "I'm damn."

"Enough!" Feng Yu was furious and kicked him to the ground.

His complexion was snow-white, his palm was very heavy, a red palm print soon appeared on his face, and thin blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Feng Yu kicked him to the ground. His face didn't fluctuate at all. He got up and slapped himself in the face, "I'm guilty!"

The sixth slap, "I'm despicable."

The seventh slap, "I'm ungrateful."

"Enough!" Feng Yu's heart ached. He bent down and grabbed his wrist and shouted angrily, "are you crazy?"

Sheng Yunwen gave him a cold look, pushed him away, slapped him in the face, "I'm a mean man!"

Feng Yu watched as Sheng Yunwen's handsome and pale face was slapped by his own slap, red and blue, and the bright red blood trickled down from his nostrils and corners of his mouth.

His chest heaved violently and his mood collapsed.

As the Lord of the feudal family, he had already trained the ability of keeping his face unchanged when Mount Tai collapsed at the top.

But at the moment, his face was blue and white, his chest tingled, and he felt a pain almost suffocating.

Sheng Yunwen slapped his face one after another. The pain was Sheng Yunwen's body. The face that could be slapped belonged to his legitimate son Feng Mohan.

He can't tell whether Sheng Yunwen is ruining himself or Feng Mohan.

Sheng Yunwen's slap fan is heavy and fast. In the twinkling of an eye, it is more than a dozen solid slaps.

He had already been beaten by Sheng Xike, his face was black and blue, and he added more than a dozen slaps. The finger marks on his face were staggered, and he was no longer human.

Looking at him beyond recognition, Sheng Xike couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

All kinds of emotions are intertwined, including pain, hate and anger, but there is no pleasure.

It's strange that he clearly hated Sheng Yunwen, but he saw Sheng Yunwen kneeling on the ground and slapping himself beyond recognition. There was no happy mood in his heart.