Speaking of things before the age of ten, Obsidian's tone became heavier, and Junyan also showed anger and sympathy for his mother and heartache. His mother's death was the most painful thing in his life.

"This kind of life..." Long Xue sighed lowly. If it were her, she would have filed for divorce.

As if she understood her thoughts, Obsidian subconsciously hugged her tightly, and his low voice guaranteed: "Xue'er, after I have you, I have never touched other women again. I said, from now on, I will only be you in my world, my wife is you, and my **** is also you. No matter what role or identity it is, as long as you want, it is all you." He drowned three thousand, and he only took Long Xue's souvenir. "My mother had never thought about divorce, but she couldn't bear to leave me, and was worried that her stepmother would abuse me. Besides, my father was romantic and romantic outside, but he refused to divorce. Maybe because he was afraid that my mother would take away the property of the Hei family. Haha, it's so funny. My grandmother's family is also a wealthy family, who wants his little stinky money..."

Speaking of this, Obsidian's voice turned cold, very cold, with strong resentment. If he was given a knife at this moment, he would most likely chop people.

Long Xue circled his waist and silently used her tenderness to soothe his anger.

"Once, I had a high fever, which I had in the middle of the night. My mother was frightened and quickly called my father. But the phone turned off. My mother could only call a servant. At that time, there was only one driver in my family, who was responsible for sending my father to work in the car. There were only a few servants. My mother was a woman who was good at home. She also liked to run her own home, but she didn't expect that when she encountered a critical situation, she would put her in trouble. My father did not return home that night.

A driver didn't come back, and it wasn't easy to take a taxi in the middle of the night. My mother could only take turns carrying me to the hospital with the servant. I remember that I was eight years old at that time, and I was a little heavy. Although I was a little confused, I still remember that when I opened my eyes to look at my mother, I saw her running with me panting while crying... When I arrived at the hospital and accompanied me for infusion, my mother would call my father every once in a while, but she called me once and once in despair."

Long Xue lowered his head with distress, kissed him gently, and kissed him away the tears that gathered in his eyes. A ruthless man like him is not extremely sad, he will not cry. His life before he was ten years old was mixed with luck and misfortune.

The old man cannot say he doesn't love him, but no matter how much the old man loves his son, he hurts his son's mother heavily. Most of the children have deep feelings for his mother. When they witness their father hurting their mother, they will leave a bad impression or shadow for the children. Obsidian did not hate the old man at that time, but just resentment. It was not until his mother passed away and Pan Xiaoru entered the door within three months before Obsidian would turn from resentment to hatred.

"My mother is sick and is depressed. Yaoshi has no doctor. She is worried that after her death, my father will neglect me and hurt me, and his condition will be worse. Unexpectedly, an unexpected thing happened at that time. My father had a car accident and needed surgery. My mother made a major decision at that time, secretly bribed my father's attending doctor and asked the doctor to perform ligation surgery for his father during the operation. My father didn't know that when he picked up his life, he would still be healthy, and his mother was unable to see him anymore.

After going down, he finally left the world. My mother had love and resentment towards her father. She did the thing that was sorry to my father before she died, but to ensure that her youngest son would not be neglected or hurt by her biological father when she lost her father. That's it. No matter how many women my father had, he could only have me. He thought it was God's punishment, but in fact he was punishing him..." Speaking of things before the age of ten, Obsidian's tone became heavier, and his husband also showed anger and sympathy for his mother, heartache. The death of his mother was the most painful thing in his life.

"This kind of life..." Long Xue sighed lowly. If it were her, she would have filed for divorce.

As if she understood her thoughts, Obsidian subconsciously hugged her tightly, and his low voice guaranteed: "Xue'er, after I have you, I have never touched other women again. I said, from now on, I will only be you in my world, my wife is you, and my **** is also you. No matter what role or identity it is, as long as you want, it is all you." He drowned three thousand, and he only took Long Xue's souvenir. "My mother had never thought about divorce, but she couldn't bear to leave me, and was worried that her stepmother would abuse me. Besides, my father was romantic and romantic outside, but he refused to divorce. Maybe because he was afraid that my mother would take away the property of the Hei family. Haha, it's so funny. My grandmother's family is also a wealthy family, who wants his little stinky money..."

Speaking of this, Obsidian's voice turned cold, very cold, with strong resentment. If he was given a knife at this moment, he would most likely chop people.

Long Xue circled his waist and silently used her tenderness to soothe his anger.

"Once, I had a high fever, which I had in the middle of the night. My mother was frightened and quickly called my father. But the phone turned off. My mother could only call a servant. At that time, there was only one driver in my family, who was responsible for sending my father to work in the car. There were only a few servants. My mother was a woman who was good at home. She also liked to run her own home, but she didn't expect that when she encountered a critical situation, she would put her in trouble. My father did not return home that night.

A driver didn't come back, and it wasn't easy to take a taxi in the middle of the night. My mother could only take turns carrying me to the hospital with the servant. I remember that I was eight years old at that time, and I was a little heavy. Although I was a little confused, I still remember that when I opened my eyes to look at my mother, I saw her running with me panting while crying... When I arrived at the hospital and accompanied me for infusion, my mother would call my father every once in a while, but she called me once and once in despair."

Long Xue lowered his head with distress, kissed him gently, and kissed him away the tears that gathered in his eyes. A ruthless man like him is not extremely sad, he will not cry. His life before he was ten years old was mixed with luck and misfortune.

The old man cannot say he doesn't love him, but no matter how much the old man loves his son, he hurts his son's mother heavily. Most of the children have deep feelings for his mother. When they witness their father hurting their mother, they will leave a bad impression or shadow for the children. Obsidian did not hate the old man at that time, but just resentment. It was not until his mother passed away and Pan Xiaoru entered the door within three months before Obsidian would turn from resentment to hatred.
Chapter completed!