Yin Yijie's tone was very cold and cruel. It was not that young people pretended to be cool, but that they were a bit bloodthirsty and cruel, which made people creepy.
Maybe he said it was very calm, but it only had this effect.
I trembled for a moment, and the father shook twice on the other side.
I'll add:
"Dad, I believe you know. If you really don't know, it's really a failure in being a human being and will misunderstand everyone."
Maybe it was too successful, but I don’t think the truth or lies can help you escape this disaster. I don’t have much face. You are my father, so you should know that I have no support.”
Ha, what a funny joke, I actually want to remind my father of this, haha.
I feel very urged to laugh. Is my father too talented?
Or am I too compassionate and too pessimistic?
Maybe, my father has a solution.
"Or you can not say it, believe me, I can know."
Brian stood up and spoke, his tone was not much better than Yin Yijie: he was not bloodthirsty, but he was absolutely ruthless.
Yes, Yin Yijie is cold, Brian is bland and ruthless; Yin Yijie is like a ferocious wolf, Brian is like a cold gun, and no one is better to accept than any one.
"right."
I was a little surprised by Brian's attitude. Should he be somewhat respectful to his father because of his mother?
But it doesn't matter. I still nodded. I don't have to force my father, but I hope he can understand a little.
"Dad, I have been used by someone for so many years to escape, I think you should be very clear about your value. As a daughter, I always have the responsibility and obligation to be filial, but I have not been deceived and hurt by you and even stand in front of you as a shield.
A fallen one”
The wind is getting cold and sharp, and it blows by, from casual and casual to sharp as a knife. I don’t know if the late spring cold came very late, or the spring breeze has already had the bad roots of destroying flowers, but in the bones, it is finally cold
.
The flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, and who can pity them if the red and fragrant fragrance disappears?
The silk is soft and the floating silk is floating on the spring pavilion, and the falling feathers are lightly touched on the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring evening, and she is filled with sorrow and has no place to let go.
Holding the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir, and enduring the fallen flowers back and forth?