Strategy to Capture that Scum Gong

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Deng Jingwen reached out and gently put the boy in his arms and said in a very depressed voice: "I'm sorry, my father is wrong..."

Xie He was held in his arms by Deng Jingwen, and his body was as stiff as a piece of wood. It seemed to be completely ruined, so that he could not react.

Deng Jingwen felt the stiffness of the boy in his arms, and his heart was full of pity. He wanted to hold the boy hard and kiss him, but it was not a behavior that Dad should have, so he just kept the original action and used it more. The soft voice said: "I am sorry to find out so late... I want to protect you."

After a while, Xie Hecai finally returned to God. His body shook a little, and then pushed Deng Jingwen hard, his eyes were red, and his voice was exhausted: "Enough! Enough! How can you play with me? You are happy. Is it not enough for me to obey this way?!"

Deng Jingwen flashed a stunned look. He said, "I didn't play with you. I am your father. I won't hurt you in the future."

Xie He is glaring at him, "No! You are not!"

My dad won’t be like that to me, my dad won’t be so ruthless... my dad won’t do that for me!

Deng Jingwen closed his eyes and covered his eyes. He said: "I know that you are still blaming me. After all, I have done so much, you will be angry and normal, but Dad really knows that he is wrong, I promise that later It won't be."

Xie He’s face was not so bloody. He looked hollow and muttered to himself: “You are not...”

Deng Jingwen looked at him and his voice was soft: "You are tired today, rest early, I have already helped you in your room." He finished the sentence, paused and turned away.

He knows that as long as he is still there, the boy can't stay at ease, he wants to give him time alone.

Xie He left alone in the empty living room.

After a long time, when his legs had been numb, he moved a little, his hands and feet were stiff, and he walked up the second floor step by step.

His former bedroom was on the second floor... it was once emptied, occupied by others, and he was ruthlessly expelled there...

At this moment, he stood at the familiar door and reached out to push the door. He suddenly showed a timid expression. After a while... He gently reached out and pushed the door open.

The scene inside the door is exactly the same as in his memory. All the furnishings are restored to the original. Even the small objects placed on the desk have not changed. It seems that... it has never changed. It is just a nightmare.

Xie He finally lost his strength and sat down on the ground a little. He buried his head in his arm and his shoulders shook slightly, seemingly crying silently.

[Thank you: Is there a monitor? 】

[444: Yes...]

[Xie He: Dad is really difficult to move:)

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Deng Jingwen has always been a person who said that he has done it. From that day on, he has seriously played the role of a competent father who cares for his son.

Not only will they never do any over-fire, but even the occasional daily touches will be restrained. I am afraid that I will think more about it. Although I will ask the boy for a cold, I will never show a misunderstanding.

But Xie He was indifferent to all of this, and did not even call him a father.

Deng Jingwen was both frustrated and sad. He watched the boy crying in the room every night, but he still had to pretend not to know, tolerate the mood of the chest, and smiled at the boy.

After a while, Deng Jingwen suddenly said to Xie He: "Xiao Zhuo, I have a gift for you."

Xie He did not say anything.

Deng Jingwen took his hand and took him to the front yard. There was a cool sports car parked in the yard. Deng Jingwen said: "This is what I made for you, do you like it?"

Xie He’s expression did not change a bit. It seemed that he was not watching his favorite sports car, but a broken piece of iron. He said, “Thank you.”

Deng Jingwen has become accustomed to the reaction of the boy, and still smiles: "If you feel dissatisfied, it doesn't matter. Next time I will invite the designer to come home, what kind of things do you like, what others will do for you, good or not?"

Xie He pulled the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but reveal the arc of sarcasm. This man will never change.

Deng Jingwen didn't seem to see it at all. He took Xie He back to the house, let him sit on the sofa, and then put himself in the kitchen and put a thing out on the table.

Xie He looked at it, it was a cake, it didn't look very good. It was obvious that the person who made it was a newbie, and wrote a few words on it with cream: Happy birthday.

Xie He’s expression has finally changed.

Deng Jingwen smiled at him: "Xiao Zhuo, today is your birthday, so I made a cake for you, but it seems to be a bit of a failure for the first time."

Xie He was determined to look at him, and the gaze seemed to never have known this person.

Deng Jingwen put the candle in one root, a total of nineteen, and then he waved at Xie He, "Come a wish."

Xie He didn't move, his eyes fell on the cake... It was like something terrible... it would let him fall into another abyss and try to shake his closed heart.

"Xiao Zhuo?" Deng Jingwen shouted again, looking at him with doubt.

I used to squint my eyes too hard. Xie He felt that his eyes were a bit sour. The scene in front of him was the scene of his numerous dreams. Now he finally realized it, but when he never needed it again... he has already No need for this! He suddenly rushed over and dropped the cake to the ground! A few words of happy birthday broke into a mud at his feet! However, this is not satisfactory, and it is enough to step on a few feet!

He stared at Deng Jingwen with fierce and desperate eyes: "Enough! You are not my father!"

Deng Jingwen's face was white and white. He wanted to say something, but he felt sore and unable to speak, so he could only reach out and wanted to calm the boy.

However, the boy escaped. He said one word at a time: "My father is dead."

His father is dead. When he first drove him out of the house, when he pushed him under his body, when he drove him out of the room... he died long ago and died. ,died!

Deng Jingwen’s eyes were sore. He forced himself to smile and said, “Xiao Zhuo, you talk nonsense...”

Xie He finally collapsed. He made a sharp shout and hugged his head with both hands. "Why do you pretend to be my father, why do you pretend to be my father! You are not!" He turned and rushed out, everything like this. He can't stand it!

He does not have such a father!

Everything that is so beautiful to not true is not true!

He doesn't want to deceive himself anymore, he has had enough!

Deng Jingwen looked at the back of the boy and thought that his heart seemed to be bleeding.

He didn't know how to make up for it too late, but... In addition to trying to play the role of a good father, he didn't know what else he could do, and he didn't know what else to do to stay with the boy...

Deng Jingwen stood in the same place for a moment, got up and chased out, he did not dare to chase too tight, just fell behind in a distance.

The boy finally stood on a bridge and did not move, holding the railing to look into the distance.

It was about a venting. He looked calmer. He was no longer hysterical, no longer angry and mad. He just stood there quietly, and the wind blew his clothes, seemingly to drift away.

For a long time, he turned around and slightly opened his lips, his voice fluttering: "You are here."

Deng Jingwen nodded, hesitated for a moment, carefully walked over and whispered: "Go home with Dad, okay?"

Xie He didn't nod and didn't shake his head. He looked at his head. The dark scorpion seemed to brew some extremely complicated emotions. As if he was both eager and scared, he suddenly asked: "Are you really my father?"

Deng Jingwen did not hesitate, he said: "Yes."

Xie He blinked his eyes, his eyes were a little sparkling, and he asked: "Why are you doing this to me?"

Deng Jingwen could not restrain the grief in his voice. He said: "Because I love you."

"Do you love me?" Xie He repeated it with the doubtful tone.

"Yes." Deng Jingwen gently raised his face and said slowly: "I love you more than everything."

Xie He smiled a little. "Then why do you have to go back to my father now, don't you love me?"

Deng Jingwen shook his head. "No, because I love you more."

Xie He looked at him, tears flowed down, and he smiled and said: "The original... you love me..."

Deng Jingwen reached out and gently wiped the boy's tears and said softly: "I'm sorry..."

Xie He didn't get out of control this time, and he didn't yell at him. He was just quiet. He let Deng Jingwen's fingertips gently rub his eyes. His eyes showed a deep nostalgia and reluctance. He said: "Dad... Actually, I have always loved you very much."

Deng Jingwen looked at the boy. He finally heard this ‘Daddy’. He waited for so long, for so long... It’s also a luxury to hear a ‘Dad’ for a long time.

But he finally heard it, and heard the boy say: Dad, I love you.

At this moment, what kind of love is love is not important to him. What is important is that the person he loves also loves him.

[叮, goal Deng Jingwen good feeling 1, current good feeling 100]

The distant train came over and made a rumbling sound, which seemed to suppress the whole world and overwhelm all the grief, love, sadness and disappointment at the moment.

Xie He suddenly picked up his toes and hugged Deng Jingwen's neck. His soft lips gently brushed Deng Jingwen's ear and said in a clear and clear voice: "Dad, I hate you."

How much I love you, how much I hate you.

After he finished this sentence, in the sight of Deng Jingwen’s painful shock, he showed a bright and bright smile, as long as it was a long time ago.

Then fiercely pushed Deng Jingwen away, and then leaned back and fell directly from the bridge.

Deng Jingwen wanted to reach out and pull it, but only gently rubbed it with the boy's fingertips, and the gripped hand was empty. He watched as the boy continued to fall in front of him, getting farther and farther away. The beautiful child fell on the rails, his hands and feet fell into a twisted arc, and the blood under his body was blooming, like a fascinating flower slowly. Blooming.

Deng Jingwen wants to split! "Do not--!"

His boy, his child... He is going to bring him back and bring it back!

[Hey, the world's target figure Deng Jingwen completed the strategy and gained 10,000 experience points. The important role of the world is better than the tactics, and the experience value is 8000. The world has gained an experience value of 18,000. 】

[Hey, it’s leaving the world, the transfer is in progress...]

Liu Yan, who has been driving quietly behind, rushed over in time, clinging to Deng Jingwen’s waist and dragging it back. He and the driver together finally stopped Deng Jingwen!

At the same time, the train that rushed from the rails ran over the rails...

The last picture left in the eyes of Deng Jingwen is a flesh-and-blood splash that reddens his vision, his world.

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When Deng Jingwen woke up, he found himself in the hospital.

For a moment, his brain was blank and he didn't seem to know what was going on, why he was here.

Soon the doctor came over. "Mr. Deng, how do you feel?"

Deng Jingwen did not speak. He got up and went out of bed. However, Liu Yan, who was just outside the corridor, was stopped. Liu Yan looked at him nervously. "You, where are you going?"

Deng Jingwen said: "I am going to pick up Xiao Zhuo. He ran out without eating the cake yesterday. The child didn't know how to take care of himself. I don't trust."

Liu Yan felt that her throat suddenly whimpered, but he still said: "Mr. Deng, you fainted yesterday, or not rushing to leave the hospital is better."

Deng Jingwen’s eyes suddenly became cold and he said: “Let’s go!”

Liu Yan has never violated Deng Jingwen’s orders before. This is the first time he has not listened to Deng Jingwen’s instructions. He said, “Don’t worry, I have already found Zhuo Shao.”

Deng Jingwen reached out and grabbed Liu Yan’s collar, his eyes flushed: "You lied to me!"

Liu Yan said: "What have I lied to you?"

Deng Jingwen’s hand trembled a little, yes... He lied to him... He didn’t lie to him, the one who lied to him was himself.

He lied to himself that his boy is still alive.

He tried to forget the memory.

But no, he couldn't forget it. He remembered it all. He remembered how the boy ran out desperately yesterday. He remembered the boy saying to him, I always loved you... He remembered the last boy said to him. The sentence, and the last smile that was revealed.

He said, Dad, I hate you.

How much I love you, how much I hate you.

Deng Jingwen suddenly felt a splitting headache, and the tragic picture was played in front of his eyes, the twisted limbs, the splashing blood, the rolling head...

Xiao Zhuo...

I know how much you hate me.

I finally know how much you hate me...

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No one can really block Deng Jingwen, he still returned home, a quiet atmosphere at home.

Deng Jingwen seems to have regained his calmness, and his performance is normal.

He went to Deng Zhuo's room, the room was empty, everything was still the same, it seems that the owner here is always possible to come back... It seems that the terrible scene is just his illusion... Deng Jingwen suddenly felt a little wet on his face, he reached out Touched it, it was wet.

The boy's desk was messy, and it was almost never sorted out. Deng Jingwen carefully arranged for him, and then he sat in this room for a long time before finally getting up.

When passing through the corridor, I found that the door was closed, Deng Jingwen suddenly appeared angry on his face, went over and reopened the door, and sighed: "Who will let you close the door!"

The maid who was lying on the gun shivered, and in the face of the raging Deng Jingwen, he could not say a word.

Deng Jingwen looked at him fiercely: "I will not close the door in the future!"

Closing the door, how did his boy come back... how come back...

Since that day, the door of Deng’s family has not been closed.

Deng Jingwen opened the door every night, sitting on the empty bed, waiting for his boy to come back, he was afraid to close the door, left here, the boy would not find his way home.

After a few months of this, when Liu Yan came to see Deng Jingwen, he found that this once powerful and indifferent man had already had white hair.

Deng Jingwen sat on the sofa, and Muran turned his eyes and glanced at him.

Liu Yan lowered his voice: "Mr. Deng, you have not been to the company for a long time."

Deng Jingwen faintly said: "You are responsible for the company's affairs."

Liu Yan also tried to persuade: "But..."

Deng Jingwen suddenly asked him: "Xiao Zhuo hates me so much, he must not want to come back... You said that he would not come back to me, where will he go?"

Liu Yan’s eyes suddenly turned red, and he bowed his head quietly.

Deng Jingwen said: "He is so stupid, he will not take care of himself. Without me, no matter where he goes, he will be bullied. I really don't trust."

Liu Yan’s voice choked: “You don’t think about it.”

Deng Jingwen shook his head. "How can I be so ruthless? He just left for a few months. I didn't want him. If he knew it, he would definitely have to be angry with me. I wouldn't dare to make him angry again."

Liu Yan did not hold back crying.

Deng Jingwen finished this sentence and looked at Liu Yandao: "Go, don't come see me again."

Liu Yan had to leave. He was ready to wait a few days to persuade Mr. Deng that death cannot be resurrected. It is always going to come out.

However, before that time, Deng Jingwen left.

No one knows where he went.

It seems that it has disappeared into the world from the air.

Deng Jingwen's disappearance caused an uproar, Liu Yan and several other loyal to Deng Jingwen, joined forces to stabilize the overall situation, finally saved some assets, and took Bai Xiaorui back.

Two years later, Bai Xiaorui took over the Deng family with the help of Liu Yan and others. Once he went to Deng Zhuo to sweep the tomb. It was as if he saw a man standing in front of Deng Zhuo’s tombstone. The man’s sulky figure stood there. Looking at the side of the face seems to be like Deng Jingwen, but when he chased it, the man has disappeared.

Since then, no one has ever seen Deng Jingwen.