Chapter 514 (1/2)

On the busy road, an insignificant Jeep quietly followed Bentley on the burning night.

Seeing that Bentley still drove into the charm, the people in the jeep could not help frowning, ”this boy has a wife and children. How can he come to this place to fool around?” Author's recommendation: through the wind and moon

Since the hatred in his heart was swept away, Hetun looked at Li yanye and was full of love.

I think Li yanye is handsome. In the past, he did a lot of things to hurt him because of this face. Now he wants to treat him well because of this face.

His son Yan Ting should be so king like, with both appearance and courage.

”The boy looks like his mother, but his spirit is like mine!”

Hetun said to himself again, following the fierce night when he got off the bus, his eyes were full of doting.

Such a Hetun is quite different from him two months ago.

Before Li yanye left Spielberg, a fire burned the wax statue of his mother, while Hetun confessed for a long time in the burnt sacrificial room. He didn't come out until a whole month later.

After coming out, he decided to come to s city to correct his mistakes.

Listening to his adoptive father Hetun's self talk, Yan twelve was worried. Now he has returned to the rational road of ”seeking” his son. But there is a real problem.

If Li yanye knew that his adoptive father Hetun was his biological father... What kind of shock would he be?

Accept? Refuse?

If it was him, he would certainly refuse. After all, what his adoptive father Hetun did to Li yanye really hurt him too much.

If Li yanye wants to kill his adoptive father Hetun, he must not resist. It's a matter of minutes.

Then, should I do it or stand idly by?

Yan twelve has fought with Li yanye. Indeed, Li yanye is not his opponent, but it's a little hard to say in terms of IQ.

”Call fifteen. I miss that little guy a little.”

The so-called seeing things and missing people, while Hetun sees his own son, but he can only miss his own grandson.

”Now?” Yan twelve looked at the clock of the mobile phone.

”Yes.”

Xia Yunchu was called, but she subconsciously knew it was Hetun. She looked at her son who was reading comics and got up quietly.

”Mommy, whose phone is it? Bastard father?”

”No, your aunt called. You read the book here and Mommy went out to answer the phone.”