Chapter 228 (1/2)
Mu Zi Nan's eyes also moved with the two people, and a layer of bitterness appeared in his gentle smile,
”Shallowly and Vernon Ji are married.”
Mu Zi Nan's words, in the so big living room of lonely spread, sound particularly sad.
Listen---
Mu ruli stood in the same place in a daze, some of them didn't slow down and looked at the man guarding outside the second floor room,
”Anan, you say shallow she --”
Looking back, he saw that muzinan had already walked out of the living room.
A person standing in front of the small garden outside the villa, full of loneliness.
Mu ruli gently shook her head, stopped the words behind, then turned and walked into the kitchen.
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On the second floor.
AI Qian's legs are just like lead, approaching the bedside, but it's more and more difficult step by step.
See only---
On the bed, AI HengAn was lying on his back.
When AI HengAn saw that it was his daughter who came into the room---
That pair of decadent turbid eyes, unexpectedly suddenly smile like a child, pitiful and sad.
Even so humble looking at Ai shallow, murmuring call,
”Shallow...”
……
AI Qianqian looked at the man lying on the bed, and a burst of strong sadness and madness came.
For the past 18 years, the man she had always respected and worshipped most in her mind was reduced to what she looks like now
He was just over fifty years old. He was in his prime of life, and he had white hair.
The black hair mixed with it looks even older, just like a decadent old man in his sixties and seventies.
When I was a child, the man who always carried her on his shoulder warmly held her little flesh and opened his hand, running and shouting,
”Little shallow, Dad's plane is taking off ~ ~”
The charming man who led the development of the whole city a;
The man standing on the downtown square of a, receiving the respect and applause of all people
The man who is as big as a mountain in AI Qianqian's heart---
Now, because of a stroke and lead to lower body paralysis, a poor man lying here, next, he will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
AI Qianqian's eyes trembled, but he caught a glimpse of the black wheelchair parked on one side of the wall.
Even, it seems that it is sending out cold as iron
……
Suddenly---
”Baji”---
A tear, without warning, fell from the corner of his eye and smashed on the cool floor.
Has unconsciously clenched the small hand, nail hard force engraved into the palm, draw a deep nail mark.
However, she did not feel any pain.
AI shallow raised his arm and wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand.
She can't sympathize with this man.
……
AI Qianqian tried to gather up the sorrow of sympathy in his eyes, and his cold eyes looked at Ai HengAn again.
The voice trembles but says indifferently,
”I'm just looking at the retribution.”
Voice down, sad lonely air has become more chilling.
”Thorn”---
Sharp nails, but also all of a sudden heavily into the palm of the heart.
Out of a drop of blood, opened in the palmprint, a red line wantonly scattered
……
AI HengAn was shocked.
Looking at his daughter that pair of indifference, even with hate at their own eyes---
That pair of smiling old poor eyes, the corner of the eyes wrinkled up fishtail lines but in a moment stiff.
Suddenly, he slowly gathered up, and his thick voice became dumb,