Zerg: I was forced by my partner to become the God of War

Chapter 281-282

Chapter 281

"Father Xiong often sits here." Gong Jianliang held the back of the rocking chair with both hands, and the wood made a creaking sound as he shook it. The embroidered cushions and plush blankets moved slightly, and every fold fell gently as if someone had just used them.

"He always likes to look at photos here. The second brother likes to prepare some tea and snacks. When I sit here, I can also sit on Father Xiong's lap." Gong Jianliang wanted to sit on the rocking chair, but he hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't Sitting on it, he told the children about the past intermittently, "If I were older, I would lie on the father's lap."

He had a bad temper when he was a child, and compared to ordinary male and female insects, he was more cold and irritable. When the male father Wen Geer's attention was not focused on him, Gong Jianliang began to have irritable and cruel thoughts. He would knock over vases, pull out knives in the kitchen, pick fights with his brothers, and then crawl under the curtains, curl up in a ball and watch maliciously as his male father and brothers looked for him.

What were you thinking at that time?

Gong Jianliang opened the curtains and squatted down, just like when he was a child. He recalled everything, and could only barely find the dark thoughts of that year: the moment his father or brother found him, he pierced their hearts with a sharp knife, watched the curtains and floor where he was hiding being soaked with blood, and then screamed Call.

He couldn't control himself.

At least when he was young, Gong Jianliang thought so countless times, holding the sharp knife and scratching it over and over again on the expensive floor of Ye Mingzhu's house. When the male father was so anxious that he was about to cry, he stuck his head out, ran out with the knife in his hand, and was hugged tightly by the male father.

"Father Xiong!" Zhi Leng shouted in confusion, "What's behind the curtain?"

"Can you see me?"

Zhi Ling was surprised by Xiong's stupidity. He grabbed his younger brother Xiao Jileng and said in a formal manner, "Isn't this nonsense? I can even see Jileng hiding behind him."

Gong Jianliang was so angry that his cheeks bulged.

His fingerprints overlapped with the scars he had carved when he was young, but he couldn't find the feeling of that time. Having grown into a male father, he did not inherit Wen Geer's gentleness at all, and shouted randomly that he wanted to beat Zhi Leng. But the fist didn't even fall, and Puleng made Gong Jianliang even more angry.

The child spread his wings and flew slightly into the air. After looking at the larger family photos at the top, he flew down and asked Gong Jianliang who his paternal grandparents were.

Chanyuan went up and gave the eldest son a chestnut to eat.

Little Thorn rolled curiously to the edge of the rocking chair, kept pushing the rocking chair with his hands, and then nibbled on the hanging tassels with his teeth.

"Spike! Don't bite!" Chan Yuan lightly tapped the Yaozi's cheeks, turned around and grabbed the second son's restless hand. When the eldest son took off again, he kicked him and said with a headache: "You all, please be quiet. a little."

noisily.

How dignified!

As everyone knows, if Wenger were here, he would probably like this noisy atmosphere. Gong Jianliang was lost in thought, but still didn't come out from behind the curtain. He curled himself up, first his fingers, then his cheeks. The male insect is completely stuck to the floor, just like in a novel, traveling through time and space.