C1395 Why Do You Hate Her so Much?
C1395 Why Do You Hate Her so Much?
Xiyan Cheng did not expect Lin Zexuan to say this. He narrowed his eyes, as if he was looking at a madman. "So you are jealous of me?"
"Yes, I am jealous of you!" Lin Zexuan shouted, but because it affected his wound, he broke out in cold sweat from the pain. "Why don't I be jealous of you? You have a good family background and talent. Even your woman is loyal to you!"
When he said this, he suddenly laughed. "Unfortunately, your woman has been played by me! I still have video recordings, do you want to watch them? "
Xiyan Cheng looked down at Lin Zexuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and said in a plain tone. "She did not."
"What? Did she tell you?" Lin Zexuan's eyes were red, filled with excitement and darkness. "She was afraid that you would not want her, so of course she said that! These few hours, do you think I won't do anything? "
However, there was no crack on Xiyan Cheng's face, not even a trace of anger. He just calmly asked, "Lin Zexuan, why do you hate her so much? Just because Xuanyuan Lin hates Gong Family and Beiming Family?"
"Hehe, do you think that's possible?" Lin Zexuan smiled and leaned back on the chair. "If I really respected him, I wouldn't have flown away by myself!"
"Then why?" Xiyan Cheng pulled a stool and sat down. He crossed his legs and said, "Do you have a relationship with Gong Family?"
After the incident, Gong Lingye had investigated. Everyone in the Gong Family had no impression of Lin Zexuan. Only Gong Moyi, because she learned theoretical knowledge, had a relationship with him.
"Why? Do you want to sell the information to your future father-in-law?" Lin Zexuan turned his face away and showed an attitude of not cooperating with him.
He looked into the distance, and his eyes suddenly became a little far-reaching.
Why? It had to be traced back to many years ago.
At that time, he was still very young.
In the mountain village where he lived, every family was very poor. Almost all the children did not go to school.
As for his family, because his father had injured his leg when he went to the mountains to chop firewood, he was even poorer than other families.
He remembered that when he was young, it was snowing. He always wore straw made shoes, which were so cold that his feet were swollen and numb.
When his family was about to run out of rice to cook, a few philanthropists from the city came over.
That was the first time he saw Xuanyuan Yao.
At that time, he only saw the villagers. No matter how beautiful the women in the village were, they were much worse than Xuanyuan Yao, who was in her twenties.
At that time, Xuanyuan Yao should have come with a charity organization to do charity.
It was also her who personally sent a big bag of rice noodles and a big red packet to him.
He would never forget that scene at that time.
He could not forget her beautiful and elegant face, nor could he forget that when he stretched out his hand, his black and small hand was in stark contrast to her white jade-like hand.
He knew her name and secretly found someone in the village who knew how to write to teach him.
He wrote it down one stroke at a time, and felt that she was a fairy from the Jade Lake.
And many years later, he could always remember those scenes, even though her appearance was blurry in his memory over the years.
It was also the year his parents passed away that he went out alone to fish. Then, he met the unconscious Xuanyuan Lin.