Miles was in the room, sweating.

His hands were shaking and his lips seemed pale.

He knew Lydia and they had come, and he couldn't stop it.

Although he has always refused to recognize the identity of kasha, but he knows that it is always his daughter.

He thought that he would never meet one day in his life, but now, she still came back.

His heart was beating so fast that his whole body was shaking.

As long as you close your eyes, it seems that you can recall the original, Casa's heart rending cry, and he can only watch helplessly.

Over the years, he tried to forget everything, but he knew it was just self deception.

Even Casa's daughter, he couldn't admit it.

A servant knocked at the door and whispered softly, "Mr. miles, there is a guest at home. Madam asks you to go down."

Miles was shaking, and he knew exactly who was coming.

For a long time, he took a long breath. What he wanted to come would always come. This day, he still came.

He got up and walked towards the door, but his steps were a little faltering.

***

the decoration style of the Austin family is a typical Western European style, with the unique cold temperament of nobility in the atmosphere, so there is no smoke and fire.

Every place shows meticulous temperament, the floor is clean and reflective.

The huge chandelier in the middle connects several floors and falls from the center of the ceiling. The light is reflected in every corner of the space, which is more than a luxury atmosphere.

That's where Lydia lived for more than a decade.

However, when she came back, she found that there was no familiar shadow.

The decoration has changed so much that she can no longer find the point in line with her memory.

She raised a slight sarcastic smile from the corner of her lips. Why did she do this? Didn't she want to face the past?

"Sit down."

Bernita naturally entertained them: "what do you need to drink?"

Jun porcelain first naturally sat down, long legs elegant overlap, the radian of the mouth hook with a little dandy meaning: "drink anything."

As soon as she spoke, bernita's eyes couldn't help looking at her.

Casa's daughter, it must be said, belongs to the rare one. Her achievements in the United States, no matter who is placed on her, are enough to be proud of others, not to mention that she is still a girl, a girl from China.

Everyone knows how discriminated the status of Chinese in Hollywood, even some ordinary Asian Americans are inferior.

There is also the rich circle.

It has been proved that the emperor is not a general character.

But what surprised bernita most was her girlhood.

Now, because she wants to start to grow her hair, it seems that her hair has grown a little bit. However, many parts of her departure are tied in the back of her head at will. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it. Her beautiful facial features are like a fairy in the Western world.

What a man God loves.

For her, bernetta unconsciously has some kind of love: "you like to drink what you like to say to the servants."

Lydia saw bernita's attitude towards Junci, and then looked at Junci. She didn't know what she thought of. She said in a slightly cold voice, "I want to see miles, miles Austen."

Bernita was stunned, then looked at her and said with a smile, "I thought you would call him father."

Lydia heard the words, and a sarcastic arc rose up in the corners of her mouth.

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