Mu Zinan’s eyes moved with the two people, and a layer of bitterness appeared on the corners of his mouth with a gentle smile.

   "Qian Qian and Ji Tianqi are married."

   Mu Zinan's words, scattered lonely in the huge living room, sounded extraordinarily sad.

listen---

  Muru Lijier stood on the spot in a daze, some of them did not slow down, looking at the man guarding outside the door of the second floor room in shock.

  "Anan, you said she is shallow---"

   turned around, but saw that Mu Zinan had walked out of the living room.

  Standing alone in front of the small garden outside the villa, full of loneliness.

  Muruli gently shook her head, took the words behind, then turned and walked into the kitchen.

  ……

  In the room on the second floor.

  Ai Qianqian’s legs seemed to be filled with lead, and she approached the bed, but it was difficult step by step.

  I saw---

  On the bed, Ai Hengan was lying half-leaning.

  When Ai Hengan saw that it was his daughter Qian Qian who walked into the room---

   Those sullen and muddy eyes suddenly laughed like a child, pitiful and pathetic.

   even looked at Ai Qianqian so humblely, murmured,

   "Shallow..."

  ……

  Ai Qianqian looked at the man lying on the bed, and a strong sorrow surged.

  In the past eighteen years, the man she has always respected and admired the most in her mind has been reduced to what she is now...

  He was just over fifty years old, and he was in his prime of life, but he had scattered white hair.

  The black hair mixed in it looks more old, and it looks like a decadent old man in his sixties or seventies who is lingering and panting.

   When I was a child, the man who always carried her on his shoulders warmly held her little fleshy hands wide open, screaming while running,

   "Xiao Qianqian, dad's plane takes off~~~"

  The charming man who led the development of the entire city A;

  The man standing on the square in the center of A, accepting everyone’s respect and admiration...

  The man who is as stalwart as a mountain in Ai Qianqian's heart---

  Now, because of a stroke, the lower body is paralyzed. A man is lying here pitifully. Next, he will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

   Ai Qianqian's sad eyes trembled with clear tremors, but she caught a glimpse of the black wheelchair parked on one wall.

  Even, it seems to be exuding an iron-cold chill...

  ……

   suddenly---

  "Basha"---

  A teardrop slipped from the corner of the eye without warning and smashed onto the cool floor.

  The small hands that were already clenched unconsciously, the nails were engraved into the palm of the palm fiercely, and deep nail marks were drawn.

  But, she didn't feel any pain at all.

   Ai Qianqian raised her arm and wiped away the tears in her eyes with the back of her hand.

  She must not sympathize with this man.

  ……

   Ai Qianqian tried to constrict the sympathetic sorrow in his eyes, and looked at Ai Hengan again with cold eyes.

   said indifferently with a trembling voice,

   "I just take a look at the retribution you have suffered."

  The voice was over, and the sad and lonely air became even more chilling.

  "Thorn"---

  The sharp nails also plunged heavily into the palm of the hand.

  A drop of blood flowed out in the palm prints, and red-dyed lines spread out wantonly...

  ……

   Ai Hengan was shocked.

  Looking at her daughter’s indifference and even looking at her with hatred---

  The crow's feet wrinkled in the wrinkled corners of those poorly smiling eyes stiffened in an instant.

  倏er, slowly constricted, and his deep voice became dumb.

   "Yeah, retribution.

  Qianqian, Dad has been retributed..."

  'S gathered gray eyes fell on the two paralyzed legs under the quilt in front of him, and the corners of the chapped mouth smiled with unclear sadness.

listen---

   Ai Qianqian's heart, as if being tightly gripped by something, made her feel like she was about to suffocate.

  The feeling is the same as when she saw her mother die in front of her a year ago, death, fear, despair...

  ……

  In the palm of her tightly gripped hand, there were lines of shocking nail prints, all of which were stained red by the blood dripping out.

  Ai Qianqian could no longer suppress the pain in her heart. She cried and screamed at the man lying on the bed.

  "Ai Hengan, you are now paralyzed with two legs, paralyzed on the bed half-length!

  Call me, so pitifully tell me that you have been punished.

  Ai Hengan, what do you mean? ! "

  ……

  First floor---

  Muruli, who was preparing medicinal food for Ai Hengan in the kitchen, and Mu Zinan in the garden outside, heard Ai Qianqian crying and sad roar from the second floor.

  All were shocked, and then hurriedly ran towards the stairs on the second floor.

  But Ji Tianqi, who was guarded by the door of the room, blocked the door with him.

  ……

in the room---

   Ai Qianqian is already in tears.

  A glance, but his dim vision saw the photo on the bedside cabinet---

  It was a family portrait taken by her wearing a birthday hat on her twelfth birthday.

Ha ha……

   Ai Qian smiled.

  The tears shed, but they were so salty and bitter.

  Ai Qianqian grabbed the picture frame on the cabinet, raising her arm and falling to the ground.

   However, when I let go of my hand, it was like sticking to my hand, and I couldn't shake it off.

  Yes, she couldn’t bear to...

  That is the family portrait of their family, how could she be willing to...

  Looking at myself in the photo, being held in my arms by my mom and dad at the same time, the intimacy and happiness that used to be has become what it is now.

  "Tick"---

   Tears fell on the photo, and a layer of bleakness appeared.

  ……

  Ai Qianqian raised her head numbly, holding the photo in her arms, her crying voice was already speechless.

  "Since you choose not to mum, you don’t want me---

  Choose to be with that woman, then you should try your best to show me!

  But, Ai Hengan, is this the choice you made?

  Is this what you want to enjoy your old age?

  You tell me! "

   Faced with his daughter’s hoarse questions, Ai Hengan could only be speechless.

   Muddy tears flowed from the old eyes...

  Looking at the silent Ai Hengan, Ai Qianqian's heart was already cold to the extreme, as if being placed in a huge enclosed ice cellar, it was biting to the bone.

   "Boom"---

  Ai Qianqian collapsed on the floor all of a sudden weakly, and the icy chill surged even more violently.

  Looking at Ai Hengan’s silent tears, Ai Qianqian grabbed the tightly held photo in her hand and placed it in front of Ai Hengan.

   Pulling Ai Hengan’s arm, tears flowed freely on her little face, crying,

   "You said, why don't you speak?

  Why, why not save mom?

  Why abandon mother, why abandon me, why..."

  ……

  ---

  (Hoho, dears, the end of the month is here, the burst mode is about to start! The queen godfather, the boss Bai Xue are back, continue to play happily! Haha~)