Chapter 1977: You Forgive When You Die 8 But she didn't listen, and naively thought that as long as she was good to him, he would always feel it, and after a long time, he would like herself.
But day after day, year after year, he was always cold and indifferent to her, and if he hadn't been drunk that night, I'm afraid he wouldn't have touched her.
Thinking of these, Wen Wen felt that he was so stupid and loved so humble.
Tears quietly slipped down her eyes again, and even though her heart seemed to have calmed down, she still cried.
Perhaps, her heart has never been stable for a day, even if she escapes death, she will always think of him and the bits and pieces of how they were once together Or perhaps, the more she hates him, the deeper the feelings that are really hidden Warmth lowered her eyes, and crystal tears fell on the back of her hand.
She told herself that she couldn't repeat the mistakes of the past, that if she was tempted, she would lose again, and she didn't have much left Following.
The east gradually dyed the white light of the fish's belly, and the night was completely replaced by the day.
Beluga came downstairs very early, took a shower, changed clothes, and the whole person looked as usual, with a strong aura.
But the sharp-eyed man still saw that his lower lip was injured, and seeing that the wound was not shallow, it was not difficult to guess who caused it.
"Sir, breakfast is ready, do you need to enjoy it now?"
the steward came over to him and asked, and he could feel that he was in a bad mood in the morning, so everyone was very worried about doing things.
"Wait a little longer."
Moby Dick said, wanting to wait for Qi Heng to go downstairs to dine together.
Although his relationship with Warm was always frozen, he didn't want his child to get hurt because of it, so he planned to use today's breakfast time to talk to him.
"Yes, sir."
The steward replied again, then stepped aside and waited.
At around seven o'clock, Qi Heng finally came downstairs.
I saw that the little guy was also dressed neatly, and there was no expression on his white face, and it seemed that his mood was not very good like the man in front of him.
"Morning, young master."
The steward greeted him.
Qi Heng was sullen and ignored him, and when he walked to the table, he also said lightly, "Morning." ” Moby Dick didn't mind his coldness either, and ordered, "Bring out the breakfast." ” "Yes," said the steward, and then asked the maid on the side to prepare.
During this time, the atmosphere in the restaurant was also very somber.
Although the father and son sat next to each other, neither of them spoke first.
Moby Dick put down the newspaper in his hand, and his eyes fell on the child.
At that time, Qi Heng turned his head angrily, knowing that he was looking at himself, but he didn't let him look at it.
"Are you still angry?"
asked Moby Dick first.
Qi Heng didn't squeak either.
Moby Dick said again, "Are you going to do this forever?"
Qi Heng frowned, then turned his head, he looked at him and asked, "Is my mother back?"
Moby Dick didn't plan to hide it from him again, after all, he asked him to come back this time, just hoping that the child could ease his relationship with Wen.
"Yes."
He replied.
"Then why don't you let me see her why" Qi Heng said again, wanting to know the answer.
Moby Whale also guessed that the white shark would not rashly explain to him his current relationship with Warmth, and the white shark still has this point.
"Would you like to see her?"
he asked the child.
Qi Heng nodded, his expression serious.
Moby Dick also said, "What if she doesn't know you?"
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