A man like Lin Qirui hurt her, which made her feel pain for a long time.
If she changes as a man like Fengyan, she thinks, she will definitely die.
For a while, the ring tone pulled her out of the contemplation. She walked to the bed and picked up her mobile phone. The caller ID was her father, He Zhiyong.
Running, she turned on the phone.
"dad……"
"Do you know that I am your father?" In the mobile phone, He Zhiyong's voice was both angry and a little self -deprecating, "I have raised you in vain, do you really want to listen to my words?"
Su Hanyan sat down on the edge of the bed and held his mobile phone tightly. "Dad is worried about me, or is he worried about that money?"
"Do you know your sister, your brother -in -law goes to Las Vegas to find you, and he is imprisoned in the hotel for a whole night by Fengyan! It is your family all the night! That's your family, so to them, you are hitting your face.
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Hearing the words, Su Hanyan looked at the direction of the bathroom subconsciously, and his eyes were dark.
That night, what Lin Qirui said was true.
Why does Feng Yan do that? Is it to help her out?
"Dad, I am married to Fengyan, there is a certificate of marriage in Las Vegas ..."
"He Ningyan, you can't marry him, you can't be with him at all." He Zhiyong interrupted her loudly, and it seemed to have reached the pole of anger. "I want you to divorce, immediately, hear it?
divorce……"
"You talk about the truth, this is my business, I'm not a child. Dad, you have a little care about me, will I go to this day?" A cool corner of her eyes, hurriedly raised my hand and wiped it, warm
The hot tears finger.
Seemingly proud, persistent, willful to her, there is the weakest place, that is, the lack of affection.
For so many years, she doesn't love dad, but loves it too much. She wants to get the father's love too much. Therefore, she will desperately want dad to see her.
It's a pity that no matter what she does and how to do it, Dad never see her.
"Dad, before you died, you love me so ... you are the best father in the world, why? What did I do wrong?"
She shed tears in sadness, and her words condensed.
"He Ningyan, no matter what you are thinking, I remind you, you will definitely regret being with him. You come back now, I am not blame in the past."
"Otherwise?"
"Otherwise, don't blame me ruthlessly." He Zhiyong answered very firmly.
"After so many years, when did your mother die, when did you have affection?" Su Hanyan bit his lips, took the phone away from his ears, and looked at it silently for a while, hung up.
The bedroom was quiet, she threw her mobile phone to the pillow, and picked up the shirt on the floor and put it on her body and walked to the door to open the door.
"Where to go?" Suddenly, Feng Yan's low voice came from behind him.
She was startled, and quickly touched the cold cheeks and the corner of the wet-moist. After confirming that she could control the ups and downs, she turned around.
"I ... I want to go out, in the garden."
Feng Yan looked at her, "What do you think?"
She looked down and looked at the corner of her jacket. "Fortunately, your clothes are worn on me, like ... like a skirt."
"Ugly died," Fengyan glanced at her and noticed her dim expression, "What's wrong? You are emotionally ups and downs, who has provoked you?"