High-priced love hunting game

Chapter 302 [Fan Wai] Love and Hate Recovery の Night God Liuhui 8
It is precisely because of this that I think it is a good thing that that person disappeared!

I thought life would calm down like this, and after everyone accepted this fact, life would still go on as usual.

However, when I passed by my parents' room that day and heard them quarreling, I realized that my mother had never forgotten it.

I just heard my mother, who has always been gentle and beautiful, cry very sadly. She said: "Xiaoxi is not your biological daughter, don't you feel a little bit distressed? She followed me to a strange home in this strange country since she was a child, and now she is still there. There must be such an end!"

Then, I heard a long sigh from my father, and his majestic voice that no one could refute: "It's useless for you to cry now, please be sorry."

That day, I pretended I didn’t hear anything, and ran back to my room quickly, but I missed my brother very much in my heart.

I think of him by my side, of him comforting me, of his warm and firm arms...

I pretended not to know about the quarrel between my parents, and I saw that they had returned to their usual harmony and happiness.

I saw that my mother started to smile a little bit again, and saw that my father was not so serious. I thought, everything is really developing for the better.

I would think that the current family of four is very happy.

It’s just that many times, when I pass by that cherry blossom tree, I will think of the person who likes to wear a light cherry blossom kimono...

Then, at that moment, I would think that I had harmed her in the first place?make a mistake……

However, it was only for a moment.

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When I received the news that my parents had an accident, I was thinking about how to get close to my brother and make him pay more attention to me.

However, before I could figure out the answer, God had already given me an idea.

When the parents were sent to the hospital, the mother was already in a coma, and the father was relatively better.

When I rushed over, my brother had been wandering in the operating room for a long time.

When he saw me, his expression didn't change, it was full of anxiety and tension.

I went forward and said, wanting to comfort him, but retreated after seeing his eyes.

That look, so cold, so fierce, like a raging fire, no matter how hard you throw it, it can't be extinguished.

The man at the side said leisurely: "It would be great if the lady is still there, the president will only be comforted by the lady."

(End of this chapter)