Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Song Hongli looked at the photo that Song Yuan's bodyguard took from the portfolio, and the pupil of the tomb tightened.

It turned out that those photos in the newspaper were only a small part, and the photos here are really countless.

Although they are all the same blurry, but with these photos, it is completely recognizable who the two people in the photos are.

Song Hongli smiled lightly, not expecting that he would be bullied to such an extent.

"Grandpa, what is said in the newspaper is true, and what is taken in the photos is true. I love her, I love Su Zhaoxue, and it is even more true.

Song Hongli spoke word by word, and he did not shy away from looking at Song Yuan's red eyes from anger.

That's right, I love you, I have to say it, I don't want to be bound anymore, I don't want to live for others anymore.

I just want to love you all my life for myself.

"Clap!" A loud slap swung over, Song Hongli only felt a gust of wind blowing in his ear, and then there was a burning pain.

"What are you! You said love to me! You are the son of the Song family! How can you like that woman! Who taught you to do this! Did I waste your education since childhood!"

"The 527 son of the Song family, the son of the Song family! In your eyes, I'm just the son of the Song family! But have you ever thought about my feelings? You only know the Song family's Face, the Song family's business!

"But do you know how uncomfortable I am! Grandpa, I am your grandson, not the son of the Song family as you call me!"

Song Hongli never knew that he could speak so loudly. At this moment, he shouted hoarsely, expressing the pain that had been buried in his heart for 18 years in one breath.

Song Yuan pulled Song Hongli up and dragged him to the door of the ancestral hall.

"Okay, since you think you're right, I'll let your parents see if you're wrong.

Looking at the two tombstones on the table, the words Song Yu were engraved with a golden pen on the dark red wooden board, while the word Li Jing was engraved next to it.

Song Hongli stroked the two tombstones, tears falling involuntarily.

"Dad, Mom.

"Kneel down!" Song Yuan's voice came from his ear, and Song Hongli knelt on the ground like a puppet.

"Didn't you say you're right? I'm going to ask you in front of your parents, do you like that woman? Let your parents see how their son became such a person!"

At this moment, every word of Song Yuan's words was like a carving knife, ruthlessly drawing bloodstains on Song Hongli's body.

In his head, only Su Zhaoxue and his parents kept exchanging faces, and Song Hongli slammed his head to the ground.

"Dad, Mom. I'm sorry, your A Li once said that he would not make you angry or worried, but I broke the agreement today. I fell in love with a woman, a woman named Su Zhaoxue."

Song Hongli spoke softly, although his words were light, his feelings were especially heavy.

Listening to Song Hongli's words, Song Yuan slowly closed his eyes.

"You unfilial son, you don't deserve to be the son of the Song family. You don't love so many people, but you like that woman!

Song Yuan said this, the dragon head crutch in his hand hit Song Hongli heavily, and in the empty room, only the muffled sound of the stick touching his body could be heard.

From Song Yuan's background, he was used to fighting and killing when he was young, and his kung fu is naturally not bad.

In addition, I tried to practice some qigong in my spare time in the past few years.

Even a strong man would lose half his life when hit by these sticks, not to mention Song Hongli's thin body.

"Hmm..." Song Hongli groaned, feeling the crutch hitting him.

Every stroke seemed to break his bones, and his internal organs seemed to tremble.

Suddenly, there was a tumbling in his stomach (cffd), Song Hongli couldn't stop vomiting, and there was blood all over the floor.

"Tell me, do you still like that woman?"

Song Yuan looked at Song Hongli lying on the ground, stopped the movement of his hand, and asked sharply.

Song Hongli wanted to stand up, but found that there was no strength in his body.

The back kept shaking, and every time I moved, the bones hurt like they were about to break.

Song Hongli raised his head to look at Song Yuan, his vision had become blurred, but he still kept his eyes wide open and looked at Song Yuan.

"Master...Grandpa...you...and I...I said...Song family...cough.Song family's children...no matter what happens, you can't lose the Song family's face, let alone No...can't give in to people..cough..I..cough.."

Song Hongli spoke intermittently, but before he finished speaking, he started coughing uncontrollably.

Song Hongli's hand was clinging to the floor, his fingernails were broken.

He hates this feeling of powerlessness now, unable to do anything, he hates this useless self.

Song Hongli back then couldn't save his parents, and Song Hongli now can't save himself either.

Song Yuan stared coldly at Song Hongli, keeping all his expressions in his eyes.

Is it hate? Is it such a failure to be a human being?

My own son and daughter-in-law left him, asking him to send Song Yuan the white-haired man to the black-haired man.

And his grandson, actually hated himself for a wild woman.

That's right, it was that wild woman, Su Zhaoxue.

"I'll ask you one more time, do you want to be separated from that woman!" Song Yuan asked blankly, holding the cane in his hand.

Song Hongli could only hear Song Yuan's words clearly, but could not answer.

I felt the sound stuck in my throat, and when I opened my mouth, it was full of sweet blood.

"No..." Song Hongli could barely squeeze a word out of his mouth, and when he saw Song Yuan's extremely angry expression, Song Hongli smiled with satisfaction.

Su Zhaoxue.. I love you.

Song Hongli finished what he had not said in his heart, and slowly closed his eyes while watching the oncoming crutch.

"Sir, don't! 35

Hearing the voice, Song Hongli opened his eyes and vaguely saw Wan Ma's back in front of him, watching Wan Ma begging Song Yuan to forgive himself over and over again.

At that moment, Song Hongli felt the pain of being hurt by his mother again.

"Master, master, look at this man is none other than Young Master, he is Song Hongli!"

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