Chapter 182

"I'll arrange a place for her. As for the rest, let her live and die. As for you, you can choose to stay and continue to be your Mrs. Ann. You will be treated as if you have a new daughter. Otherwise, you will lose all your splendor and wealth. "

Ye Mu no longer has the momentum just now, the whole person is like a puppet who has lost her soul. She can't tell the secret in her heart. Who can understand her sufferings? After more than 20 years of concealment, can't she hide them?

No, you can't say it. If you say it, it's really over.

She had no choice to save.

"I'll stay. You take her away. " These short words seem to have exhausted all the strength of Ann's mother. She sat down on the soft collapse and trembled all over.

God, please give me all the suffering and bless my daughter from now on. Ann's heart kept praying, painful and desperate.

An Rongzhen see his wife compromise, look finally eased down.

How important is your face? If you find out that you have raised a daughter for another man for more than 20 years, it will become the biggest joke in B city. Otherwise, you will not bear it for so many years.

Fortunately, the Huo family is just a shell now. After so many years of hard work, they finally hollowed it out.

An Xiaoya, a little bastard, blames herself for her failure. Now she has offended the Mo family, and her reputation is completely rotten. Who dares to marry her in B city. If you don't send her away, how can you tell the Mo family.

It's just that I can't bear to have a wife for so many years.

"Well, don't be upset. Is that the only man's daughter your daughter, my daughter is not your daughter. Besides, they are the same age. When I get her back, everything will be the same as before. "

An Xiaoya outside the door was so surprised that she covered her mouth. Her dry eyes were already full of tears.

Her whole body was stiff, her blood was coagulated, and her face was discolored. Muddleheaded, turned around and went back to his room. After locking the door, an Xiaoya sits on the ground.

"Impossible, impossible, how could it be. I must be dreaming. How can I not be my father's child

"It's a fake! yes! Fake! It must be a lie they made up in order to see me off. It must be like this, it must be... "He muttered to himself, shaking his head.

The already heavy head is more uncomfortable at this time. Can no longer support their own body, an Xiaoya fell on the floor.

Tears, flowing down the temples, drop by drop on the floor. Heavy, like a sharp knife, stabbed into an Xiaoya's heart.

"Who can tell me what to do?" An Xiaoya closed her eyes in despair again.

The night is deeper, with the power to devour everything.

A bright moon hanging alone in the sky, dizzy this night more deep. Occasionally one or two stars flash, but they are covered by clouds.

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Dad, Dad, you see, this is the biscuit I made in kindergarten today. I'm the best one among all the children. The teacher rewarded me with a little red flower.

An Xiaoya, who is only three years old, is like a delicate doll, asking for credit from her father.

Young an Rongzhen looks at the little man in bubble skirt, but he has no way to have the impulse of father's love. She really looks more and more like that person.

"Qingqing, I'm tired. Will you go to my mother?" Restraining his temper, he responded to the man who always called himself father.

Small an small Ya shriveled shriveled mouth, a face not reconciled to return a way: "Oh."

Why every time I talk to Dad, he asks me to go to mom.

Small an Xiaoya where can understand adult's complex mind, just vaguely feel his father does not seem to like himself.

An Xiaoya also asked her mother why her father ignored her. Mother just gently kiss himself, tell his father is very busy, let oneself don't disturb him.

Gradually, the relationship between an Xiaoya and him is more and more distant. An Xiaoya seldom sees him at home. Even for his birthday, he just asks his secretary to send gifts.

In her heart, there is always an empty piece, which belongs to her father.

When he became an adult, there were more and more pursuers around him, but no one could make him feel like he was in contact until he got to know Qi Yingzhou.

There is no doubt that he attracted her.He is humorous and witty, considerate and gentle, gentleman and full of man's charm, his heart has no resistance to fall.

It was not until later that the two people got along with each other, as if their father was enthusiastic about them again.

It seems that I finally found out that I still have this daughter to love.

An Xiaoya's heart has been missing that piece was finally gradually filled.

He still loves himself, and an Xiaoya has always believed in it.

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The day gradually dawns, until the sun shines into the room through the glass French window, with a little warmth. Lying on the floor, the sleeping person wakes up and looks around confused.

It turned out to be a dream. In my dream, I have a wonderful time with my parents.

Wake up, is it all over?

An Xiaoya patted her face to make herself more sober. Yesterday's all, once again clearly appear in their own still chaotic brain.

There was a knock on the door.

"Xiaoya, are you awake?" Ye Mu's voice sounded outside the door.

Regardless of his sore body, an Xiaoya quickly gets up from the floor and arranges his wrinkled clothes.

Finally know how to restrain their emotions, as if nothing happened to open the door.

Ye Mu's gaunt face appeared in front of her eyes, and a few red blood threads could be seen hiding under the folds of her double eyelids. Anyhow, an Xiaoya can't equate the person who is still full of love to herself with the one who finally chose to abandon herself and recognize others as her daughter last night.

What an irony.

"What can I do for you, Ma?" Don't move the facial expression of ask a way.

"Xiaoya, are you better?" Ye Mu's voice of concern rang out, with a bit of temptation.

"I'm fine. After coming back last night, I had a good sleep. Now the whole person is much better, so you don't have to worry about it. " Originally I am an Xiaoya also began to lie not to draft.

"Did you fall asleep last night? Did you hear anything?" Ann's mother worried that she heard what she said to Ann Rongzhen last night.

I also blame myself for my carelessness. When they quarreled, they forgot to close the door, and the sound was so loud.

"No, I didn't hear anything. Maybe it's because I've been in a bottle. I'm very sleepy and I'm very sleepy. What's the matter? "