Chapter 1812: This is just wishful thinking on your part.

Chapter 1812: This is just wishful thinking on your part.

Chapter 1812 This is just your wishful thinking

He told me that they were going to prosecute my father and that I could start looking for a lawyer.

Shan Kun was talking to himself, confiding all these bad things.

Shan Xuans tears wet the pillow, and she began to sob, Im sorry, Xiaokun

"No, it's not me you're sorry for, it's your parents. No, my parents are also at fault. I blame them for being too greedy and incompetent. One billion. Isn't one billion very small? Why can't we do it? If you have a realistic dream, why would you still want to climb a high branch?

Shan Xuan clung to the quilt tightly, "Xiao Kun, I also want to turn back, but there is no way back... I won't give in, I won't give in."

"Where can there be so many willing things in this world? You like Shangguan Ling, but does he like you? This is just your wishful thinking. He likes someone else. You are not willing to accept it, not because you have received it before. , but you have never got it but you still hope that you can get it.

Shan Kun let out a long sigh, "Sister, are you happy living like this now?"

Shan Xuan shook her head, she had no happiness left.

Since youre not happy, why dont you try to let it go?

Its too late, Xiaokun

"There's still time!" Shan Kun held her shoulders, "As long as you sincerely repent, there's still time for everything!"

In this short period of time, he must do something for Shan Xuan to alleviate her sin.

Only in this way can Shangguan Ling and Su Fu's anger be calmed down.

Shangguan Manor.

Chu Xiangyi is in good spirits today. After being enlightened by Su Fu, he no longer gets into trouble.

She was sitting on the sofa, holding Xiaoxue Dumpling in her arms, with her chin resting on the top of her hair. The aunt and nephew were reading a fairy tale book together.

Xuetuan was so fascinated that Chu Xiangyi didnt even hear her ask her to eat fruit.

Pinched her chubby cheeks and said, "Xuetuan, it's time to eat fruit."

Xue Tuan nodded, took a strawberry from the fruit plate, fed it to Chu Xiangyi, and then took another strawberry and fed it into his small mouth.

Chu Xiangyi touched her head, dumbfounded, "We are really wronged by Xuetuan. Dad has never told you fairy tales."

When Su Fu came out of the kitchen and heard this sentence, she did not forget to complain, "Not only did I not tell Xuetuan fairy tales, but I also told them about the King of Soldiers, the last warrior. Xuetuan is only so young, but let her listen to those stories of beating and killing." Kill stories to fall asleep.

"Hahaha..." Chu Xiangyi couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.