Hearing Xu Moran's words, Xu Zhiming suddenly felt like he was deflated, and he was so speechless that he couldn't speak, his big hand holding the mobile phone tightened slightly, as if he thought of something sad, and his expression was stiff.

In front of him, He Xinhuan seemed to be lying in the Xu family again, with a pool of rose-red blood flowing under him.

Touching the past, his heart trembled slightly.

After a long while, Xu Zhiming opened his mouth again: "Your mother ......" But after he said three words, he couldn't say anything anymore.

It can be seen that there is a secret hidden in the bottom of the heart.

"My mother said the only thing she did the most wrong thing in her life was that she loved the wrong person." Xu Moran's eyes were cold, and she felt a faint pain in her heart when she thought of her mother.

"It's me who I'm sorry for you......" Xu Zhiming on the other end of the phone regretted, his tone was lost with endless remorse.

But what's the use of regretting it now?

Can He Xinhuan come back to life if he regrets it?

Regret the existence of Xu Anyang?

If you regret Xu Moran, can you go back to Xu's house?

"I'm sorry these three words, you shouldn't have said to me, if you really have the heart, why don't you go to my mother's tombstone to confess?" Xu Moran's tone was flat, and he couldn't hear any mood swings.

She thought that the thing she regretted the most in her previous life was that she failed to protect herself and indirectly killed her mother.

In this case, how can you not feel guilty?

Xu Zhiming responded: "You're right, I should say this to your mother......" was counted down by his daughter's outspokenness, and his face would have been lost a long time ago.

"If there is nothing important, Mr. Xu doesn't have to call me anymore." Xu Moran closed her eyes tiredly, the father-daughter friendship had been broken, and she said it herself.

She can't be soft-hearted, and she can't have any more dealings with the Xu family, her mother's death is a thorn in her heart after all.

Xu Zhiming opened his mouth again when Xu Moran was about to hang up the phone, and he said urgently: "Xiaomo, the day after tomorrow is your aunt's wedding, and I will send you the wedding banquet address on my mobile phone." ”

It's up to her to decide whether to go or not, and he doesn't force it.

Xu Moran didn't respond, and hung up the phone directly, she was thinking about whether Xu Fengli's marriage had anything to do with her?

It does not matter!

The relationship between aunt and nephew is so stiff that it can't be done, and it's unpleasant to go, so why bother?

Originally, Xu Fengli got married, but Huo Yuhan did not attend, but the boss of the partner Das Company strongly invited him to attend, and he decided to attend after thinking for a long time.

From this, Huo Yuhan also knew that Xu Fengli had a great relationship with the senior management of Das, and the two companies were cooperating on a project, so he still had to give this face.

The night before attending the wedding, Huo Yuhan was lying on the bed waiting for Xu Moran to come out of the shower, he flipped through the magazine, his eyes were on the book, but his heart drifted to the bathroom.

After a long time, Mo Ran came out of the bathroom, and she walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down while wiping her hair.

Huo Yuhan's gaze had already shifted to Xu Moran the moment she came out, and Xu Moran, who was wearing light blue home clothes, did not give Huo Yuhan a single bit.

Huo Yuhan frowned invisibly, he lifted the quilt and walked to Xu Moran's side and pulled her up.

"Come over here, I'll blow your hair." Huo Yuhan pulled Xu Moran towards the locker.

"I'll blow it myself, and when you're tired, rest first." Xu Moran raised his eyes and looked at him and said, although it is good to be spoiled, it is easy to be spoiled.

"Sit here and don't move." Huo Yuhan pressed Xu Moran's shoulder, asked her to sit on the chair, and then insisted on blowing her hair with a hair dryer.

Xu Moran just sat there quietly and let him help her blow her hair, and she didn't know what she was thinking, just staring at his gray pajamas for a moment. ()

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