Chapter 6100 Heartbroken

  He father was stunned.

  He never thought that He Chuanyang would treat him like this.

He has only one son, He Chuanyang. Although he is strict and strict with He Chuanyang, he has never missed He Chuanyang’s since he was a child. He has never owed He Chuanyang. Yang, but at this moment, He Chuanyang resolutely said that he would sever the relationship between father and son!

   "Chuanyang, you, how did you become like this?" He looked at He Chuanyang sadly and asked, "What is the difference between your six relatives and beasts?"

   "How do you like it," He Chuanyang sneered, "Kneel if you like, kneel as long as you like, I won't accompany you!"

  He picked up the car key on the table and walked out with his leg pulled out.

  "Chuanyang, stop!" Father He got up and chased after him, grabbing his arm.

  He Chuanyang shook off his hand and looked back at him, his eyes were as cold and cold as a snow sword: "What? You want to learn from your father, give me a knife?"

  "What nonsense are you talking about?" Father He was full of pain that could not be understood, "I am your biological father!"

"Yes, you are my biological father, a biological father who looks at others trying to kill me, but is indifferent," He Chuanyang looked at him coldly and said, "If you really treat me as your son, please make me perfect. Try not to show up in front of me in the future, I will be very grateful to you."

  "Chuanyang, how can you treat me like this?" Father He shook his head painfully: "I only have you as a son..."

   "I'm tired of hearing these words," He Chuanyang said blankly: "This sentence is the weapon you use to kidnap me morally. Besides, I don't see the meaning of this sentence."

  "You..." Father He's brain was blank, and he couldn't think of anything else.

"Do you know?" He Chuanyang looked at him coldly, mocking the corners of his mouth: "Now I see your face and feel disgusted! If there is an afterlife, let me choose by myself, I would rather rebirth in a poverty-stricken one. The poor family is unwilling to be your son of He Congpei! If you still have the backbone to be a man, please don’t show up in front of me again in the future. When you are old, I will give you money to support you. Don’t worry. !"

After    finished speaking, he turned around and strode out the meteor.

  This time, Father He did not chase him.

   His heart is broken.

  A heart is like being frozen into ice and then shattered by a sharp sword.

   torn apart.

  He Chuanyang's words echoed in his ears over and over.

  In his whole life, he has a clear conscience, and does his best to be a son, a good husband, and a good father, but in He Chuanyang’s mouth, he is useless.

  What made him unacceptable most was that He Chuanyang’s words sounded very reasonable.

  His life is a life of failure.

  His father loves his younger brother even more.

  His wife loves her natal family more.

  His only son, to sever his father-son relationship with him.

  In his whole life, he has lived until now, he has lived as a lonely man, and he has not got a person who loves him wholeheartedly.

  He seemed to have come to this world for nothing... nothing.

  He had a sudden colic in his heart, and he covered his chest in pain. After a violent tumbling of his internal organs, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

  The strong sense of suffocation caused him to open his mouth and gasp for breath. He wanted to call for help, but he seemed to be caught in his neck, unable to make a sound.

  (End of this chapter)