597 God's will to fool people

If it's really Dad, why don't you reunite with them? Even if there were any difficulties before, what about now? And until today, he doesn't even know his father's name, where he lives and what he does.

How can he have such a father?

Is Dad a big man?

Big father said that his father is a "big man"... Does his father know his father? Or just to comfort yourself?

However, if he is really his own father, the rest can be ignored, but if he is really his own father, and he has agreed with his father to help him capture his mother's heart... Isn't this making it difficult for him to be loyal and filial?

What should he do?

He thought urgently, but his mouth was not idle: "My dear father also said that if the eldest father feels lonely, the two of them can be together..."

Luo Wener was distracted and picked up this sentence. First, she was stunned and then smiled.

Mao Mao frowned.

According to his age and experience, no matter how smart he is, he can't imagine the mystery of his own father's words.

In his opinion, the eldest father and mother are not ready to choose, so they must be sad, and men will drink as soon as they are sad, so it is better for two people to drink alone.

It's just that my father doesn't drink much, but my father doesn't get drunk for a thousand cups.

And Luo Wener looked at the eyebrows similar to Qian Yumo, sighed, and gently stroked the hairy head.

She suddenly thought, was Qian Yumo so strange when she was young? And when Mao Mao grows up, will he be like him...

Originally angry, but suddenly jumped on such an un serious topic, Qian Yumo, you really...

Mao Mao originally enjoyed this kind of touch very much, but somehow suddenly avoided it and said seriously with a small face, "Mom, I'm already an adult. Dad said that my mother and sister will give it to me in the future!"

She was shocked.

Qian Yumo, what do you mean by this?

However, before she thought too much, Doudou cried again: "My dear father doesn't want Doudou, and my mother doesn't want Doudou anymore. Doudou is so pitiful..."

Mao Mao despised him.

After today, he suddenly found himself shouldering a heavy burden. He could no longer act coquettishly like Doudou, crying and making unreasonable trouble. As his father said, he is the eldest son of the family and the only man. He is responsible for taking good care of his mother and sister.

Well, his father said that he was the boss. He was very satisfied with this and couldn't help but be a little closer to his father.

It's strange that although he hates this person, he is still a little afraid. On the surface, he disdains his existence, but in his heart inexplicably wants to get close to him, get his attention, and also wants to compete with Doudou for his favor.

This strong feeling has never been encountered in big father and little father. It's really strange.

And, whether or not anyone says it, he also feels that he is very similar to his own father. Is it true that he is really his own father?

Mao Mao shook the small fan and fell into meditation.

On the other side, Doudou is still smoking and fighting: "Mom, Doudou is wrong. Doudou should not complain about his mother and speak ill of his mother. Mother, Doudou didn't mean it. Mother, can you forgive Doudou? Mother, you must not be without beans..."

Look up, open your mouth without front teeth, and cry.

Luo Wener sighed and hugged her: "Why don't you want Doudou? People will make mistakes. It's great to change it. Mother knows that Doudou is a good child..."

Doudou cried even more sadly: "But my father didn't know. My dear father is angry today. It's all bad for Doudou. Can my dear father come to see Doudou in the future?

"I will."

She also showed doubts and worries.

Mao Mao struggled slightly, but he still nestled in her arms and planned to be a man after today.

Luo Wener hugged two soft bodies, kissed one person, comforted Doudou a few words, and couldn't help looking at the door.

The door of the courtyard is dark, blocking all sight, but it can't stop thinking. It passed through the dull gate, traveled through ten years of time, shuttled through countless green willows and flowers, sad wind and rain, and fell in distant places.

There, the snowy mountains are stretching, the cold wind is roaring, cold and killing, bleak and desolate.

But there are joyousing sleds, laughter, warmth of dependence, and unchanging vows and longings.

Amo, if we really didn't come back...

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Hu Lun silently followed Qian Yumo.

During

, the master stopped several times, turned his head, and looked in a certain direction for a long time.

Hu Lun knows that that is the direction of Qilinzhuang.

When the sun went down, the master was still heed. Finally, he couldn't help reminding him, "Master, it's this hour. Yingcheng has returned home, hasn't he?"

In fact, what he wants to say is that it's so late, and the opening ceremony of the Ciyou Bureau is probably over long ago.

The master was still looking, and after a long time, Fang said "Oh".

Hu Lun was so sad.

After sending the two little masters home, the master refused to return to the palace and only wandered outside.

He knew that the master really wanted to see Luo Wen'er, but...

In fact, every time I sent the little master home, the master left on the surface, but after a while, he turned back and hid in a small corner by the roadside to watch the carriage drive in front of him and the blue curtain shake.

However, no matter how much it floats, it can't reveal the people inside. I can only wait for the carriage to stop and wait for the people inside to jump out of the car...

At this angle, they are far away from the courtyard. It is very difficult to look at them, but they are afraid of being found, so they can only bend over and be like thieves.

Then when Luo Wener hugged the two children and was used to kissing them, the master opened his arms and "hugged" the mother and son in his arms.

At that moment, the master's look was so warm, and the smile on the corners of his lips was so intoxicating.

He closed his eyes and shook his arms slightly, as if four years ago, he held one or two small in his arms and whispered, "We, family..."

This moment is the happiest and happiest moment for the master.

And this moment is Hu Lun's saddest and most painful moment.

Maybe the master can only live in this illusory warmth in his life. He may never have a chance to enjoy the real family happiness in his life. What a cruel thing it is.

Hu Lun hates.

It is said that the sky has eyes, but where have the eyes grown? Why let a loving couple endure this kind of torture? Is this the so-called God's will? If you make up your mind to separate at the beginning, why do you want them to meet? Why do they love each other... so much that they can't extricate themselves? Is there only so much blessing from God? If there is only so much, why not be later and later to make the master less painful? Or, don't let the master know the truth at all, so that they can spend more time together, that is, one day, even if one day the sky will crack, it's better than being so worried about each other and looking at each other...