I don’t want such a good wife, but I have to ask for the shameless woman in the house. My parents’ eyes should be washed.

However, he didn't plan to tell me, so they could regret it themselves.

Duan Jiahong turned around and was about to leave. He no longer wanted to talk to his parents. He couldn't help but wave his clenched fists in the next second.

Without taking two steps, a gust of wind came from behind him. He turned around and blocked with his hand. With a bang, the chair broke to the ground.

Duan Jiahong looked at Duan Qingcheng who was waving his chair towards him coldly, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed. His parents had high hopes for him since childhood, and he knew that he was working hard.

But reading depends not only on talent, but also on perseverance. It just so happened that he didn't have either.

On the road of martial arts, the first person to support him is a friend. Although he is a little embarrassed about him, he can be considered to be supporting him.

The second person is Awen. She changed him so that he could understand why he practiced martial arts while practicing martial arts.

His parents often obstructed him from practicing martial arts. Later, when he decided to join the army, his parents' condition was to let him get engaged first. Who doesn't know what his family is like.

In addition, he has to join the army, and whether he can come back or not is a question mark. Naturally, no good girl is willing to engage him.

He put his ideas on his friend's sister. To be precise, he liked Awen at that time. The bright and sunny girl thought it would be good to marry her in the future.

Of course, it's up to others.

The engagement with her was a mess of his mouth, and he agreed. Back then, the engagement between the two families was considered to be the Duan family.

Now, parents treat him like this for a false child, let alone Awen.

Duan Qingcheng's chair made Lin family confused.

The deputy general looked at Duan Jiahong's injury and shouted: "Major General."

Duan Jiahong waved his hand, looked indifferently at the wound on his right hand, looked at Duan Qingcheng contemptuously, and sneered: "Do you want to smash it again?"

Duan Qingcheng looked at Duan Jiahong's appearance and was so angry that he picked up the chair again. Lin hurriedly grabbed Duan Qingcheng.

Looking at the two of them, Duan Jiahong smiled coldly, then pulled open his clothes, revealing the wounds on his chest and back, his voice cold and without any warmth.

"You know how many times I can live, it's because of Awen. She gave me the faith, she saved me again and again, and no one can take her away from me."

Duan Jiahong pointed at his heart and looked at his parents with a cold and heart-warming look.

Lin and Duan Qingcheng looked at the scars on Duan Jiahong's body. Some of them had already scabbed, while others were still new injuries. It should be that the war has not yet been completely cured.

The two of them stared blankly at the wounds on his body, and they had to have more than a hundred swords in total.

Duan Qingcheng looked at his bleeding right hand again, feeling a little guilty, but he was me, so how could he bow to his son?

Duan Jiahong put on his clothes and wrapped his right hand with the cloth strip brought by the deputy general without changing his face. Such pain was common for him.

Behind this glory, how many lives, how many blood, how many ambusheds to escape from death. If he had not persisted in his heart, perhaps he would have died on the battlefield long ago.

He is unwilling to face such parents. When did their parents change, they became vain and no longer simple.
Chapter completed!