Mingyue looked at her, holding back the sadness in her heart. She forced a smile and said, "It doesn't matter, my father has passed away a long time ago."
"I'm sorry, I don't know. If I knew, I wouldn't tell you. Please don't be angry, okay?"
Gong Xuerong grabbed Mingyue's hands and begged her for forgiveness sincerely.
Mingyue shook her head, smiling a little bitterly
She no longer cares about that. Thinking of her life experience, she only feels extremely depressed and unspeakable loss in her heart.
She just doesn't want to remember
"Then I won't bother you anymore. I'm so sorry. I'm leaving."
Gong Xuerong once again spoke in apologetic Chinese. Before closing his eyes, he carefully scanned Mingyue's resentful little face, then turned and walked towards the door.
Mingyue stood at the door for a while, troubled by a bunch of confusing thoughts, and walked directly upstairs in a daze.
It was like something was blocking her chest, making her have difficulty breathing.
Gong Xueliang's words slowly came to mind in my ears, how did Ye Hen know her father?
Why would he know her father's name?
Also, Zhong Muyan also knows?
Back in the bedroom, Mingyue sorted out some clues from the chaos just now, and then there were indeed bigger questions filling her mind.
What is going on?
Near midnight, Ye Hen drove back to the villa. When he saw the lights on in the room on the second floor, doubts flashed in his eyes.
The bright moon lies there, staring at the ceiling above her head with a pair of big eyes.
All I can think about is what Gong Xuekong said when he left.
Does he really have any connection with himself in the past?
So why did you deliberately find her and create those things?
Could it be like this?
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Yehen came to the bedroom, opened the door, and saw the person who had not yet fallen asleep with his eyes open.
He glanced at it, and the expression on his face turned cold, as if he was displeased.
Walk a few steps to the bed
Mingyue slowly turned her face, and when she saw the person standing in front of her, a slight expression flashed across her pretty face.
Her dull performance made Yehen frown.
"What are you doing?"
A cold voice sounded, and after speaking, his eyes stared tightly at that little face that seemed to have lost its soul.
"Wait for you"
Mingyue answered expressionlessly, like a talking puppet, staring straight in front of her.
Ye Hen raised his eyebrows, his cold eyes seeming to be waiting for the person in front of him to tell the reason.
Mingyue turned her eyes and slowly cast her eyes on that handsome, sinister but extremely cold face,
"Tell me, did you do this on purpose? What is the relationship between my father and you?"
Hearing this sentence, Ye Hen's face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes moved rapidly, as if he was thinking about the reason why the person in front of him asked this sentence.
"Why do you ask?"
The low Chinese language is obviously colder than before
Mingyue felt an indescribable cold air approaching her body, which gave her vague guess a hint of certainty.
It seems that Gong Xuexiao is right, he must be related to her life experience
Otherwise, why would he show up at her and Shang Chao's new house on their wedding night and do things that hurt her like that?
Thinking of this, the bright moon bloomed into a smile, as beautiful as a flower on the ground that has been trampled by others.
It turns out that he really has no feelings for her. He only tied her to his side for a purpose she didn't know and tortured her in order to hurt her.