He took her hand, the original Qianqianyu fingers were full of chilblains, frowned and asked, "They let you wash things alone?" "Oops!" She smiled and withdrew her hand and patted him on the shoulder nonchalantly, "I'm not the same person as them!" I assure you, I'm just going to wash it now, and they, the fish in the pool, will wash it for the rest of their lives! ”

He smiled generously.

She was like a happy deer, breaking free from his embrace, laughing in the snow, laughing like a warm sun, she held her head high and smiled: "I won't be like this all my life!" I'm going to be someone no one can bully! I'm going to be a rich man! ”

He just stood there like that, watching her heartless and happy, saying unexplained and arrogant words, and his heart became more and more ashamed, he was ashamed that he was not capable enough to protect her.

In fact, he worked hard, but he was always at the bottom, and he couldn't even protect himself······

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and he could no longer control his frustration and frustration, so he beat his head hard, squatted against the wall and sat down, crying silently.

Bai Mo stood at the other end of the corridor, looking at his father, who was always elegant and handsome and high-spirited, and now he was like an unkempt homeless man, crying like a child.

She had mixed feelings.

When my mother died, she was too young to know what was going on in my father's mind, but vaguely remembered that he locked himself in his room and wouldn't open the door until anyone went.

At that time, he was crying inside? Or laughs?

With a chill in her heart, she stopped moving, her brows furrowed.

Lhotse Xia took her hand. The warmth of his palm came, and she came back to her senses and smiled softly.

"Go ahead," he patted her on the back and smiled softly, "I'll wait for you here." ”

Bai Mo hesitated for a moment and slowly let go of his hand.

He smiled and waved at her.

The corridor was not very long, and Bai Mo walked for a long time.

Song Yuanyang, who was crying bitterly, curled up in the corner, and only found Bai Mo standing in front of him for a long time, slowly raising his head.

He hurriedly wiped away his tears, jumped up from the ground, and glanced at Bai Mo, his eyes full of cold light.

Bai Mo stood calmly in place, looking at his father.

Seeing that he now had nothing and was embarrassed, Bai Mo couldn't be happy, and his heart became more and more bitter.

He was the murderer of his mother and grandfather, as well as his own biological father.

At this time, her mind was full of confusion.

For a while, she remembered that she had a fever when she was a child, and her father sent her to the hospital in heavy rain, running all the way, and her father in her eyes at that time was no less than any superhero.

The previous damage to herself seems to be able to be written off in an instant.

But for a moment she remembered the days when her mother was dying, and she would wail every night, what a terrible pain it must have been! Mother lost the protection of her grandfather, she was young, she didn't understand anything, she was framed by the person she loved the most, and every wail seemed to be in her ears.

She was torn apart by the chaos and frantically, and staggered backwards.

"What exactly is your purpose? Do you have to push us into this situation? Song Yuanyang's bloodshot eyes stared at Bai Mo deadly, his green muscles suddenly appeared, and he suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed Bai Mo's neck in one fell swoop.

"Let her go." Luo Zixia rushed over, frowning and shouting.