Han Mochen glanced at her, his face was full of guilt, tears flickered faintly in his cloudy eyes, and his tone was a little low, "For so many years, I owe you so much, you can afford to kneel this one." ”

At this time, someone opposite Han Yiluo opened the door and went out, and when he saw the scene at the door, he turned his head a little strangely and glanced at it, Han Yiluo turned his head and stopped looking, "You get up, I can't stand it." ”

"Yiluo, I don't expect you to forgive me on this kneeling, I don't mean to persecute you, just think that doing this will make me feel better. Han Mochen remembered that when Han Yiluo was a child, it was indeed after the death of his mother that he became silent, at first he thought that it was just because his mother died and there was no way to accept it, but he didn't expect her to suffer so much.

Han Yiluo saw her father like this, her heart softened for a moment, she is not a hard-hearted person, although she has complained and hated, but at this moment he is still her father, "You get up, go into the house and talk." ”

As soon as Han Mochen heard this, he nodded with satisfaction, "Okay." Because he had been kneeling for a long time, and because he was old, he stumbled when he got up, Han Yiluo quickly held his hand, and when he stood firm, he immediately let go and walked into the room, "What do you want to drink?"

"It's okay, just plain water. Han Mochen walked into the room and sat down in the living room.

Han Yiluo poured a cup of hot water and put it in front of him, sitting opposite him, the father and daughter were speechless for a while, and no one spoke, and suddenly a phone ringing broke the awkward atmosphere, Han Yiluo got up and took the mobile phone on the table, glanced at the caller ID, she walked to the balcony and picked up the phone, and glanced at her father who was sitting in the living room, he was sitting there with a little restraint.

Han Yiluo looked away, "Well, I know, okay, I don't talk about it yet." ”

Hanging up the phone, she stood on the balcony for a while, gathered her mood and returned to the living room.

After Han Yiluo sat down, he took the lead in speaking: "I can help with the Bai family's affairs, but I may not succeed, after all, I can't influence other people's decisions, I can only do my best." ”

Han Mochen didn't expect Han Yiluo to promise himself so quickly, he was stunned for a moment, and only reacted after a while, with a little shame on his face, "Yiluo, thank you, after all, this matter was caused by your sister, and in the end, I want you to clean up the mess for her, really thank you, Dad." ”

"My mom gave birth to only one of me. Although Han Yiluo agreed to help, she didn't have a mustard in her heart to be fake, so she didn't want to have much to do with the Han family, the implication was that she didn't recognize Han Duoduo as a sister, and it was estimated that Han Duoduo didn't see her as a sister at all.

A hint of embarrassment flashed on Han Mochen's face, "That's good." ”

"In that case, you should go first. Han Yiluo felt a little tired, so he wanted to give an eviction order.

But Han Mochen was still sitting there, a trace of hesitation flashed on his face, "Yiluo, listening to what you said at the door just now, Dad realized that he really neglected you too much before, so can you tell Dad about your life abroad in those years? I want to compensate you." ”

When Han Yiluo heard his words, his expression moved, his eyebrows were raised, and he said coldly: "No need, it's all over." "There's no need for her to open the wound and show it to others.

"Yiluo, your mother passed away that year, and you were still young, so I swore that I would take good care of you, but in the end, I didn't expect that I hurt you, I'm sorry. Han Mochen really realized the harm he had done to his daughter this time.

When Han Yiluo heard him mention his mother, his emotions suddenly became excited, "If you hadn't betrayed your marriage at the beginning, my mother wouldn't have died with hatred, she wouldn't have died, so in the end, you were the one who killed her!"

"It's me, it's me, I'm sorry for your mother, and I'm sorry for you. Han Mochen lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, his tone was low and lonely, and his mouth kept muttering, "I'm sorry." ”

That night, Han Mochen did not leave the apartment, but sat on the sofa and listened to Han Yiluo talk about what had happened over the years and what he didn't know, he slowly shed tears, it was he who pushed his daughter away from his side little by little.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, Han Yiluo glanced at the time, and was shocked to realize that the two of them had unknowingly talked for so long, "It's not early, you go and rest." ”

Han Mochen's face was full of tiredness, he got up and stopped Han Yiluo, "Yiluo, I'm very happy, you can tell me this today, no matter what, you are your father's daughter." ”

Han Yiluo couldn't get used to this sudden family affection, and turned away slightly, "Hmm." With that, he went back to the bedroom, took out a roll of bedding and put it in the guest room, "You will stay here tonight." ”

"Good. ”

That night, the Han family villa was brightly lit.

Wu Yazhi was lying on the bed alone, it had been several hours since she came back, Han Mochen still hadn't come back, she looked at the time on her phone from time to time, and didn't dare to call to ask about the progress of the matter, so it was four or five o'clock in the morning, she told the maid to come up in advance and tell her if the master came back, and finally she couldn't stop the sleepiness and fell asleep.

At half past six in the morning, Han Mochen woke up, he called the driver to pick him up and bring a breakfast, and then quietly got up and walked out of the guest room, looking at the closed bedroom door, the sad face of the past few days dissipated at this moment, showing a hint of a smile.

The driver came up half an hour later, opened the door, Han Mochen took the breakfast, poured it and put it on the plate, and wrote a post-it note, "Daughter, breakfast is ready, if it is cold and hot, you can eat it." It seemed that he hadn't done such a simple thing for a long time, and only after he was ready did he go out and close the door softly.

Opening the rear door, Han Mochen sat down, "Mr. Xia, are you going to the company or back to the villa?" The driver sat in the driver's seat, glanced at Han Mochen through the rearview mirror, and asked.

Han Mochen coughed a few times, his face was a little pale, and he felt a little tired, so he leaned back on the chair cushion, "Let's go back to the villa first." With that, he closed his eyes and rested.

"Yes. The driver answered, started the car and left the community.

When Han Yiluo woke up, he glanced at the time, got up in a hurry and knocked on Han Mochen's guest room, and found that no one responded, "Dad?" There was still no response.

"Dad, I pushed the door open and came in. She walked out of the room to the living room, saw the plates on the dining table, walked up suspiciously, saw the sticker, and the corners of her mouth loosened slightly.