Huang Fuyan's face was instantly covered with bright red, and the palm prints on his five fingers were extremely red and swollen.

An even more disdainful voice sneered, "Even if you kill me, she's a slut!" I don't deserve to be compared to my mother! You don't want me to admit her! ”

The undisguised ferocity and bloodlust in his eyes were about to engulf Zhao Jia Yarou, and she took two steps back with some unsteady steps.

Huang Fuyan immediately ridiculed even more, "What, pretending to be weak?" Want to win the sympathy of others? Then don't rush at me, I'm not as merciful as my father, and don't dangle in front of me like you! ”

From childhood to adulthood, Huangfu Yudi did not treat him kindly, and even sometimes he was so indifferent that he forgot about it...... He will always be a child forgotten by him in the corner, and he can only be found by climbing up desperately.

He has always hated him, but because of the matter of the throne, because of his extremely sudden death, he didn't even say goodbye, so he felt a little lost and guilty in his heart, and even subtly felt that the father-son relationship between them still existed a little.

But now that he is eagerly protecting another woman, the young woman who can be his sister, and let him admit it...... He felt that there was a breath in his stomach that he couldn't lose, and he wanted to smash everything here!

Zhao Jia Yarou was not afraid of his vicious words, but his disgusted attitude towards her, even if this attitude was caused by a misunderstanding, she still couldn't accept her own son treating her like this.

Apathy, mockery, disgust...... Apparently regard himself as an enemy, like a pig and a dog, like dung.

He really didn't remember himself at all......

His words became more and more excessive, and Huangfu Yudi's second slap was about to come down, Zhao Jiaya steadied herself, pulled his sleeve, her voice was a little disappointed, but she was calm and calm, "Yudi, this matter can't be rushed, take your time, I have patience." ”

How could Huangfu Yudi not understand her mood, she made a slight and small movement, he knew what she was thinking.

A little unwilling, he looked at Huang Fuyan angrily, "How can I have a son who doesn't understand etiquette like you!" ”

Huang Fuyan is also a violent temper, he didn't do it directly with his father because he couldn't beat him, hearing him say this, he was slightly stunned, and his lips were pursed because of anger, and suddenly lifted, and the corners of his mouth lifted a touch of mockery.

"Yes, why am I so ignorant, who told me to have a mother and not a mother? Who told me not to be seen by my father? I deserve to be raised like this! ”

"What do you look like?! This is the attitude you have when talking to your Lao Tzu?!! At this time, Huangfu Yudi also did not have the majestic and elegant temperament during his reign, the sword eyebrows were upside down, and the sharp eyebrows were slanted into the temples, and it was to repair people's posture at a glance.

"What am I?" Huangfu Yan snorted coldly, and the broken jar that he didn't care about at all broke, "You don't know, do you?" Then I'll sue you what people outside say about my ......"

"From small to large...... Ruffian! Overlord! Bum! Live bandits! Slaughter the demons! Bloodthirsty Emperor! ”

He paused, looked up, and looked at his father, whom he had been in awe and resentment since he had been a child, "...... What do you want me to be? ”

The tone in front is still so strong, domineering and stubborn that others want to pump him, but the last sentence ......

It's a poignant question.

Zhao Jiaya gently bit her lip, and her fingers whitened and pulled the corner of Huangfu Yudi's clothes, "Don't talk about it......" His words of having a mother and not having a mother have made her hard-built strong collapse in an instant.