My Little Mom Is The Richest Man

The people who came in behind heard our conversation and sighed in Xiang Hua's heart, waiting for my answer. Chen Ying felt a pain in her heart, but she was still smiling. Xiang Xueman and Xiang Ping thought each other, and they just looked at me. I feel helpless with many sights, and it hurts no matter how to answer, so...

"Yeshui..." An old voice sounded, following the reputation, Zhanhe was standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor, looking at me solemnly, and then said: "Come here, I have something to say to you Say."

I nodded, grateful.

Pei Qian panicked. Although Yishui did not have any major conflicts with Zhanhe once, she was not sure today. She hurriedly grabbed me and said, "Yishui, why don't you refuse?"

Looking at Pei Qian suspiciously, he smiled and said: "Master Zhan just told me something, but you, I heard Zhanjun say that you are in a bad mood, and you don’t have a good rest or eat well. If something goes wrong with your body, Zhan Jun can Blame me."

"Yes, Xiaoqian," Zhan Jun hurriedly took the conversation. Grandpa would lose his temper if he waited for a long time. "Grandpa won't do anything to Yishui. Good deed, shall we go and eat something?"

Pei Qian nodded, still looking at me worriedly. I turned around and went upstairs, tears rushing down again when I saw Xianghua's family.

"Dangdangdang..." I knocked on the door of the study.

With a "squeak", Zhanhe opened the door for me in person. Seeing the tears streaming down his face, there was no hint of surprise, but kindly said, "Come in first."

The layout of the study has not changed much from the previous one, but now there is an extra chair.

Zhanhe closed the door, buttoned the concealed button, and sighed with his back to me: "You..."

"En?" Tears still flowed, but now I can't be so reckless. Listening to Zhanhe's words, full of questions.

"It's really rude to cry at someone's door." Zhan He turned to look at me, and said with a smile.

I usually blush when I have enough cheeks, and pouted, "I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize." Zhanhe asked me to sit down, and sat on the chair behind the desk. "You and I are the same, you are the foolish people in the world who can give everything for love."

Listening to Zhanhe's words, I sat down blankly, there were carved traces on the handrails under my hand, and I groped carefully for the flowers of orchids. "So you said this..."

The gray-haired Zhanhe closed his eyes and looked even older in the dim light.

I spoke again and apologized again: "I'm sorry." Not for crying, but for the impulsive temptation. I, who never make fun of feelings, actually hurt others with feelings. Now think about it, what happened to me then?

"Fine, it's all over." Zhanhe smiled helplessly, and said: "It's still because I care too much. I obviously don't belong to me. I clearly have the happiness I can't expect in my life. Hahaha,, ,"

Sitting in the dark, I listened quietly, wiped away my tears, wiped the lenses, and when I looked up again, I was facing the scrutinizing eyes of Shang Zhanhe, I smiled slightly, and said: "It seems that no matter who it is, it is Can't pass the love level!"

"Yes..." Zhanhe closed his eyes again, putting his hands behind his head.

"Do you still miss her now?" I stood up and asked.

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