Granting You Deep Feelings, May You Treasure It

Today I have called my aunt mother, although you are the mother who gave birth to me, when you are old and can’t walk, I will carry you and feed.

But, I won't call you mother again!

Because I only have Subei mother in my heart, I have already thought about it, I will not go with you, I want to stay, I want to stay at this home. I want to be with my mother and sister!

But, can you beg you not to kill my mother and sister with cannonballs?

I will make a lot of money when I grow up, and I will give it to you. Is this okay?

Because Nan Sheng couldn't go to school, he had hired a teacher for him when he was in the hospital. Although there were a lot of typos in the letter, Subei understood the general meaning.

This is probably the letter Nan Sheng wrote to her after seeing Bai Liqing's last letter, but something happened before it could be handed over to her.

Nan Sheng sat at the table and wrote down every word, and suddenly appeared in front of Subei.

She knew that Nan Sheng would not do this for no reason.

She took the letter and went out, the basement was locked by Hua Jinan, and the bodyguards watched, she couldn't get in.

Now, she can only go to Hua Jinan.

He had locked himself in the study for a long time, and she knocked on the door without a sound.

He knocked again, but there was still no sound.

Did he fall asleep in the study?

Gently pushing the door open, she walked in.

As soon as I entered, I smelled a strong smell of smoke and choked into my nose.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the room was very dark without turning on the lights.

The man sat in the chair and didn't move.

He had a cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't smoke at all.

His eyes were blood red, but he was still staring at the computer screen.

Subei walked over slowly, as if he hadn't seen Subei come in at all, and didn't even raise his eyelids.

The man's face was particularly ugly, and his brows were frowning.

The ashtray on the table is full of cigarette butts, and some of them have not even been completely extinguished.

Seeing that the cigarette **** in his hand burned into his hand, Subei walked over and took the cigarette from Hua Jinan's hand.

The man raised his head to look at Subei. In an instant, he put away his exhausted face and smiled, "Is the meal finished?"

Subei nodded, pain in his heart for an instant.

How powerful is this man, when has he ever been so embarrassed and haggard?

It makes people feel distressed, and she feels very distressed.

"Are you planning to not eat for a few days?"

He didn't eat dinner, she looked at him and asked.

Hua Jinan held her hand behind her, took the cigarette **** from her hand, and put it out in the ashtray.

He whispered, "Can't eat it!"

Subei stretched out his hand and stroked his cheek, "I know you can't eat it, but your health is important. If you are sick, who will save your mother?"

Hua Jinan smiled, "I won't fall ill, don't worry. I haven't been to the hospital for several days to see my mother, right? Mom will not be angry, right?

Subei shook his head, "No, Mom knows that the children can't do without me, so I never let me go."

Hua Jinan shook Subei's hand and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, my wife, this happened at this time. But don't worry, you will be fine soon."

Subei hugged his head, "I know, you don't have to apologize, we are a husband and wife, this is our common thing, we will face it together."

Hua Jinan nodded, put his arm around Subei's waist, "Thank you, wife!"

Subei hugged him, hoping that he could give her some comfort and make him feel better.