I never knew that people could be shameless to this point.

　　My mother was still lying in the hospital, and my father held a wedding ceremony with the mistress aboveboard.

　　Half a month later, when I returned to my home again, I saw this scene.

　　The garden was full of beautiful roses and Western food for self-use. The atmosphere was happy and harmonious among the flowers.

　　I almost couldn't believe that the groom, Ning Zhenfeng, who was holding a wine glass and full of joy, would be my father, my biological father.

　　Half a month ago, when my mother and I were both at home, he slept with another woman.

　　That woman, even today's bride, was Song Jiaomin, who grew up in my house and was only four years older than me.

　　When I caught her in bed, my father didn't explain anything. He said that he wanted to marry Song Jiaomin.

　　At that time, my mother jumped down from the third floor of the villa and still couldn't get out of bed.

　　The more he thought about it, the deeper his hatred was.

　　At this time, I only felt that all the blood in my body was flowing backward. Hatred and anger were constantly intertwined. My mood was directly at the critical point. I couldn't wait to kill!

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　　I rushed into the banquet hall like crazy, took off their wedding dress photos, and smashed them to the ground with the glass fragments flying everywhere.

　　However, this did not calm down my emotions a little, but made me even angrier. Regardless of the glass slag, I picked up the wedding dress photo with my bare hands and wanted to tear it into pieces!

　　Ning Zhenfeng came over angrily and couldn't wait to strangle me. He shouted, "Ning Xi, what do you want to do? Huh?"

　　He didn't feel guilty or guilty at all.

　　"What am I doing? Do you know what you are doing?"

　　I was so angry that my teeth were chattering. I pointed at Song Jiaomin, and my eyes were wide open. "My mother is still lying in the hospital. Can't you wait to marry this bitch?"

　　Song Xiaomin hurriedly touched Ning Zhenfeng's chest, and her eyes turned red. She pretended to persuade him, "Don't be angry. I can understand Xiaoxi's behavior. After all..."

　　I took a glass of red wine from the dining table and poured it on her. I stared at her angrily. "Song Jiaomin! After all, you know you're shameless, don't you?"

　　All the vicious words I knew were not enough to express the anger of one of the tens of thousands of people. I held the goblet tightly and wished I could smash it directly.

　　"Ah..." She screamed, and the red wine quickly splashed on her white wedding dress. She was at a loss. In the blink of an eye, two lines of tears fell down. "I know you don't like me all the time. But, I marry your father, and we will be family in the future. Can you let go of your prejudice against me?"

　　Ha, it was the same trick again, hypocritical to the extreme.

　　From childhood to adulthood, no matter what happened, she could pretend to be extremely wronged and tolerant. People who didn't know anything would really think that she was not pleasing to the eye and looked for trouble.

　　Just like now, it was clear that she had crawled into my father's bed, but what she said was so generous, as if it was me who was wrong!

　　I clenched my hands, but my nails sank into my palms, but I couldn't feel any pain. I gnashed my teeth and said, "A family? If I were to be a family with you, I would rather raise a dog..."

　　"Clap!"

　　A slap was sent out with a strong and fierce power.

　　Caught off guard, I staggered two steps and fell to the ground. The broken glass stuck into my knee, and a sweet smell came out of my mouth, and my ears buzzed.

　　Ning Zhenfeng pointed at me and spat. "Shut up! Didn't you shout half a month ago that you wouldn't come back to this house? Get out of here!"

　　"This is my dad... He's actually my biological father."

　　I was stunned for a few seconds, and the grievance was replaced by anger in an instant, filling my chest, sour and swollen.

　　She felt that her eyes were a little blurred, as if there was some warm liquid coming out.

　　The people around pointed at me. I lowered my head helplessly, closed my eyes, and tried to hold back my tears.

　　The light on the side of his body suddenly dimmed, and the man's deep voice sounded above him. "Ning Xi?"

　　I raised my head to look at the sound. At that moment, even my heart skipped a beat. "Mr. Cheng, you, why are you here..."

　　Chengjin was the vice president of a business company. The last time I saw him was that I was ready to confess my love to him, but I accidentally learned that he had a girlfriend.

　　Since then, he had tried every means to avoid him.

　　He had never thought that meeting him again would be such a embarrassing and embarrassing moment.

　　I quickly wiped the corner of my eyes and was at a loss. I couldn't wait to find a hole to hide in.

　　He was wearing a simple pure black shirt and trousers, with a noble temperament. Holding one hand in his pocket, he said in a low voice, "Don't you want to get up yet?"

　　I was a little nervous and tried to stand up, but I forgot that my knee was injured. I couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground and fell into a warm and strong chest.

　　"Thank you, thank you, I'm fine." Cheng Jin quickly held me in her arms, and the clear and fragrant air wrapped around me. She was stiff all over and pushed him.

　　He didn't want to let go of her, so he put his warm hand on my waist.

　　Song Xiaomin asked in a panic, "You... Why are you here?"

　　Cheng Jin said casually, "Mr. Ning sent me an invitation card. When I saw the photos and names on the invitation card, I didn't believe it. I didn't expect that the bride was really you."

　　His tone was very light, but there was an indescribable emotion in it. Whether it was disappointment or something else, I couldn't guess.

　　Song Jiaomin bit her lower lip as if she wanted to explain. Tears welled up in her eyes and she only asked, "Do you know Ning Xi?"

　　Cheng Jin's hand on my waist became more and more powerful, so I had to press it against my body. I could clearly feel the tight muscles under my shirt, and their movements were intimate and ambiguous. I was so nervous that I almost held my breath.

　　He rubbed his hair dotingly and said meaningfully, "I know her more than just."

　　The ambiguous and paranoid words, from the indifference of the past to the ambiguity at this time, made my thoughts confused.

　　"Cheng Jin Shishi, you two are not suitable for each other. You don't have to..."

　　Song Jiaomin looked at him with burning eyes, but at the moment when she glanced at Ning Zhenfeng, she suddenly said nothing.

　　Cheng Jin raised the corner of her mouth angrily and said sarcastically, "For what?"

　　At this time, if I couldn't see anything, I would be a fool.

　　I suddenly hooked his neck, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed him on his lips like a dragonfly skimming the water. Unexpectedly, he suddenly pressed the back of my head and deepened the kiss, which was lingering and overbearing.

　　My heart almost jumped out of my throat and I wanted to push it away, but the strength in his hands increased a little, with a hint of warning.

　　Ning Zhenfeng grabbed my arm and tried to pull me away from Cheng Jinqi. He shouted, "Ning Xi, you're just a girl. How shameless you are!"

　　I shook off his hand forcefully and asked in a stern voice, "What's wrong with me? What right do you have to control me?"

　　He was so angry that his face turned red. He wanted to pull me back, but Cheng Jin suddenly grabbed his wrist with undisguised hatred in his deep eyes. He reminded in a cold voice, "President Ning, today is your wedding."

　　Ning Zhenfeng found that all the guests looked at him. He swung his hand, glared at me fiercely, and shouted in a low voice, "Shame on you. Get out of my way!"

　　When I was about to refute, Cheng Jin suddenly bent down and picked me up. I let out a low shout and subconsciously hooked his neck.

　　He lowered his head with a faint smile and said to me, "Let's go. Since this house doesn't welcome you, I'll take you home."

　　His voice was very gentle. The word "go home" hit me so hard that I felt dizzy for a moment.

　　Ning Zhenfeng was so angry that his face turned red. He shouted, "Ning Xi, when you step out of this house today, you..."

　　Holding me in his arms, Cheng Jin left directly, and the voice behind him became more and more vague.

　　A burst of bitterness rose in my heart. This was my home, but I became an outsider.

　　Out of Ning's villa, he stopped by a Buick. The black car, which was parked among a pile of millions of cars, looked a little... different.

　　Where was he taking me?

　　His eyes were very light and his voice was cold. "You haven't come down yet. It seems that you are very deep in acting."