"You...... Are you okay? ”

Besides, it was her biological father who fell in front of her, and Duan Weiyu couldn't bear to continue to watch him in pain.

Maybe he has suffered from some serious illness after so many years, so he will not be able to come back to find their mother and daughter.

Duan Weiyu's heart softened when she thought of this, and she slowly squatted down, her eyes full of forbearance and sympathy.

Several bodyguards standing not far away called the butler, but they were all signaled by the lady's eyes not to go over.

The man on the ground was clearly sick.

But they didn't know exactly what the disease was, and the housekeeper hesitated to call an ambulance, but was stopped by the man on the ground.

"I ...... I'm fine, as long as you give me money. ”

"This ......"

The housekeeper thinks there is something strange in it, how can anyone only think about asking for money when they are seriously ill?

He was surprised for a few seconds, waiting for Madame's command.

Duan Weiyu really couldn't bear it, this was a human life after all, seeing that Duan's father was getting more and more painful, her heart also throbbed for a while.

Father Duan was a little moved when he saw his daughter, he must still have a little conscience, and began to secretly pinch his thighs and struggle to gain sympathy.

As early as when he was in the car, he took a little medicine powder, but he didn't expect to have a drug reaction.

Just strike while the iron is hot, and beg her to give her a little more money, so that he can spend a little longer in this place.

Duan's father's acting skills have become watertight after years of training in a begging career, and he urged himself to foam at the mouth, his eyes turned scarlet like rabbits, and his limbs twitched very cooperatively.

"Uh...... If you still have the slightest filial piety, give me a little money, and I will go back to see a doctor myself. ”

His skinny fingers trembled in front of her, and even his arms shook weakly in the wind, his thin clothes became even less cold-resistant, and Duan's tone of voice became weak because of the discomfort reaction of his body.

"You, how much do you want?"

She was now completely defeated by her father's weakness, and now the man in front of her was gray-haired and had a face like white paper.

After all, it was a relative whose blood was thicker than water, and she still couldn't be hard-hearted and watch him suffer.

"Go, butler, please bring me my wallet."

She beckoned, her eyes misty, and she turned back and commanded faintly.

But the butler still couldn't believe the man on the ground, and walked in slowly.

He was going to report to the young master, but after so long, why didn't the young master come back yet.

Just as he was about to walk in, Jiang Yanmo appeared at the gate in time.

"Wei Yu, is this your father?"

Jiang Yanmo has seen the photos of Duan's father when he was young, and he is completely different from now.

However, he lay on the ground and pretended to be pitiful, and was suddenly recognized by his sharp eyes.

No way, Jiang Yanmo has seen too many people who are addicted to touching that thing.

"Well, I want to give him a little money and take him to the hospital."

Duan Weiyu and her father didn't expect Jiang Yanmo to appear, and looked at him in a little panic.

This was the first time he had met his father-in-law.

Jiang Yanmo had the word disappointed written on his face, but in order to take into account Wei Yu's emotions, he couldn't show it too obviously.

"Get up, it's cold on the ground."

His unsurprising words and endless death are one of his major characteristics.

Father Duan recognized this handsome young man as his son-in-law, and the smile on his face was suppressed by his words.

What do you mean by getting up?

Could it be that he could see that he was pretending?

"What do you say? I'm so sick right now......"

Father Duan rolled on the ground deadly, and his nose was covered with dust.

He has already left behind the inconsequential things such as face, as long as he can get more money from his daughter and son-in-law, it doesn't matter if he lets him act for three days and three nights.

But the son-in-law wouldn't buy his account.

"Don't pretend, you just want a little powder."

Powder?

Duan Weiyu heard this long-lost term, and the last time her mother told her, it was her mother.

"You...... Yanmo: What do you mean by that? Didn't he quit? ”

She got up and approached him, deliberately keeping her father's distance.

"Hmph, if he quits, he won't be here anymore."

Jiang Yanmo seemed to be watching a clown on the beam play, and he attached his body with his hands on his chest.

"Go back and tell Nan An'an that her plan is useless."

Now he doesn't want to think about family affection, because as a father, he has not fulfilled his responsibilities and obligations.

"You...... How do you know this? ”

Seeing that his trick was exposed, Father Duan got up from the ground in annoyance, pointed at the face of the little couple and began to curse.

The father figure in her childhood memories collapsed and disintegrated directly in her mind.

It's really embarrassing to see his father's ugliness in front of Yanmo.

"You'd better quit this addiction, it's not good for your body."

Her faint tone pale and weak, but it was the only piece of advice she could give her father.

A person who is addicted to drugs will not be accepted by the whole society, let alone the Jiang family.

Don't count the negative impact of her father on them, just because of the huge debts he had incurred for his own selfishness, she didn't want to admit this so-called father.

Duan Weiyu's heart became completely cold and stiff, and the only thing she could rely on now was her mother and Yanmo.

Her father ignored her bitter words and angrily insulted her.

Say she's a little bastard, a little slut.

Is this what a father would say to his daughter?

Duan Weiyu felt that the tip of her heart was bleeding, and she was protected by Yan Mo behind her.

"Please leave immediately! Otherwise, I'll call the police. ”

Father Duan didn't believe what he could do with himself, and continued to provoke in a domineering manner, scolding and scolding in his mouth.

"Butler!"

He really can't bear it, he doesn't need to endure it anymore!

The housekeeper could hear the young master's anger when he stood at the door of the house, and it seemed that something big was going to happen now.

He hurriedly rushed over with a few bodyguards, surrounded Father Duan and blasted him out directly.

"Don't show up again, otherwise the young master's wife won't be soft-hearted next time."

Duan's father was banished to the path by them, and he had no choice but to flee in despair.

After Duan's father made such a fuss, Duan Weiyu's good mood was all ruined.

She couldn't understand why her father was so depraved, basking in the pain of shattering childhood memories all day long.

Unexpectedly, Father Duan came again the next day, and he was like those creditors who couldn't be killed, like a debt collector, slamming the Jiang family's doorbell.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

The butler glared at him angrily, trying to cripple him across the fence.

"Tell your young grandmother to come out and talk to me!"

The housekeeper and bodyguard couldn't stop him, and as soon as he came out to catch people, he couldn't catch people, like playing a game of cat and mouse.

They had long been tired of Duan's father's rude behavior, and walked into the house to report to Jiang Yanmo.

The Jiang family was quarreled with by Father Duan, but the young master and his wife were also miserable, and as a servant, they didn't dare to say anything, so they could only discuss a few words in private.