Although arron wanted to ask a thousand questions in his heart, he finally got the chance to leave here. He immediately stopped asking any more questions and said "yes" before watching the man leave.
But in the end, he couldn't hold it back. He caught up with him and asked, "Father, my mother called me yesterday and told me that she had learned a few new dishes. Would you like to go over and try them?"
"No need, I'm very busy recently." The man replied quietly, then quickened his pace and left.
Arron's eyes were filled with sadness, and then there was a flash of hatred.
As a father, all the people said that he was good. He also fulfilled his due responsibilities to his son, gave him the best education and the best everything, and never missed his birthday party.
But as a husband, he couldn¡¯t even reach the passing mark.
Poor his mother, she gave her whole heart to his father, but she couldn't even get an extra glance from him.
Because of this, he respected his father, but also hated him for being so cold-blooded.
Why didn¡¯t he give his mother even a little warmth after so many years of relationship between husband and wife?
Arron closed his eyes with a guilty conscience.
"Master." Someone stepped forward to remind: "We have removed all our guards against you, and now you can pass freely."
Arron opened his eyes and immediately punched the opponent in the face with a fist.
But the other person didn¡¯t seem to feel the pain¡ªand that was indeed the case. The guys staring at him were all his father¡¯s personal bodyguards.
They have undergone special training since they were young, and their pain tolerance is many times higher than that of ordinary people. They can even endure the fire on their hands, let alone his fist.
Sure enough, the bodyguard wiped away his nosebleed expressionlessly, bowed respectfully to him, and left.
"Damn it!"
Arron only felt that he had punched cotton. Instead of feeling relieved, he became even more irritated.
But arron then thought that he was finally free, and his mood finally improved.
¡°Prepare a helicopter and an identity, I¡¯m going to China!¡±
His little kitten, here he comes!
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The country of China.
Mucha was heading to Situ Hai's hometown when she suddenly felt her nose itching, then she let out a "sneeze" and sneezed heavily.
"What's wrong?" Ye Sijue asked sideways, "Is the air conditioner in the car too low?"
Before Mucha could answer, Ye Sijue had already ordered the driver: "Turn up the air conditioner."
"No, no, no," Mucha said quickly, "It's just that my nose is a little itchy."
There is also an indescribable sense of foreboding.
Mucha didn¡¯t say the second half of the sentence, thinking it was his own illusion.
Ye Sijue felt relieved now, but he still took off his coat and forced Mucha to cover his knees.
While holding the coat on Mucha's knees, he said: "Although the temperature is high, it is best not to wear skirts. Girls are inherently weak, and they are more likely to catch cold in skirts."
It is also easier to attract other men¡¯s attention.
Mucha couldn't help but lower her eyes and smile.
"Sijue Ye, do you know what you look like now?"
"like what?"
¡°Like my adoptive parents.¡±
He was nagging, for fear that she would get a little sick if she bumped into her.
Ye Sijue shrugged: "I don't want to be your father."
When Mucha heard this, he suddenly thought of the William couple.
She hasn¡¯t seen them in months.
Seeing the sudden darkening of Mu Xia's eyes, Ye Sijue guessed that she missed the William and his wife, and said softly: "After finishing dealing with Situ Hai, you can bring the William and his wife over."
Mucha nodded and forced himself to cheer up.
Five hours later, the car finally drove into the town where Situ¡¯s hometown was. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com