Chapter 1297 (1/2)

He must live, because only by surviving can he tell them everything. If he leaves like this, they will continue to hate him.

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When Su Chen returned to the villa, it was already evening.

On the big screen in the living room of the family, there is a movie on it. On the sofa, there is a figure lying askew. In his hand, he still has some food to eat. It seems that he is asleep.

Su Chen was physically and mentally exhausted and leaned against the door. Under the dark light, the faint blood in his eyes could be seen.

But looking at the villa full of warmth and warmth, as if let his heart suppress pain, to ease.

It can be imagined that an Ge'er's words today still have a certain influence on him.

Because hate, so deep, so dare not forget.

However, after hearing his sister's explanation, Su Chen's heart was indeed a kind of vague uncertainty, so he felt depressed at the bottom of his heart. He preferred that things should be what he thought at first.

Otherwise, his long-standing hatred, how to choose, what's more, the truth no matter what, he died, can not be verified, and his mother, is really because of his shot, died.

Su Chen doesn't want to think about those things any more. The past things let them pass. It's just that emotion. He is human, so he can't adjust and control it so quickly.

Take off the coat, put on casual clothes, shoes, and then slowly walk to the sofa, looking at his beloved woman.

Su Chen's movement is very light. He is low, and kneels half in front of her. He looks at her sweet sleeping face and her red lips. It seems that there are suspicious traces of crystal light.

Looking at her like this, looking at her stomach for three or four months, and thinking about their children inside, Su Chen's eyes gradually softened. Only then did she feel that she could divert her attention from the painful and depressing things.

He caresses her slightly undulating stomach and kisses her on the brow.