On the day we broke up, Mr. Chi was very hungry

Chi Changhe was stunned by his son's words. His eyes were complicated, and various emotions surged in his majestic eagle eyes, including regret and embarrassment.

His face turned pale and red for a while, and he was extremely embarrassed.

He was originally standing, but now he suddenly fell into the chair and sighed: "I made a mistake when I got divorced... Indeed, it was my fault. I shouldn't have wanted to divorce."

Chi Yuhan smiled coldly, "Old man, are you just wrong and thinking about divorce?"

Chi Changhe looked embarrassed, feeling as if his old face had been torn apart by his son's big hands, "Yu Han, I am your father, your father! You have had problems with your father and have been hostile to me since you were a child. Do you like to go against your father so much? ?”

Chi Yuhan stared at his father with cold eyes, silent.

Is it his son who wants to go against his own father?

How much he hopes that his father can be like a normal father, caring and loving him. When he falls or is injured, comfort him, encourage him, and give him warmth and strength.

How much does he long for his father's love? Does his father know?

Why did he always love to fight as a child?

Because others say, "You are a child without a father."

He and his mother had lived abroad for many years, and his father would only drop by on business trips to visit their mother and son. He would stay overnight and then leave, without even hugging him.

Every time he came, he would quarrel with his mother. Her eyes would be red from crying, and she would lean against the door and watch him go... Every time he came, he would bring pain instead of joy.

Chi Yuhan grew up soaked in his mother's tears during his childhood. The older he grows up, the more he hates his father. Why does he hate him so much that his normal family becomes abnormal and makes him look like a child without a father?

Chi Changhe looked at his tall son. The son was silent and his eyes were cold and unnerving. He asked calmly, "Do you think Dad did something wrong? Do you think Dad wants to apologize to you and admit his mistake?"

Yu Han, dad admitted his mistake to you, can you forgive dad? "

"Yu Han doesn't, dare!" Chi Yuhan spoke slightly, turned his face, looked at the decorative cabinet on one side, and asked in a very soft voice, "Old man, do you think you are not wrong?"

Is his father willing to admit his mistakes? Will he admit his mistake? He still doesn't know what he did wrong...

Chi Yuhan suddenly gritted his teeth, turned around, and shot his eyes at Chi Changhe like sharp knives.

Chi Changhe saw Sen Leng's cruel killing intent, heard his son's words like swords, and struck at him with one sword after another.

"Old man, are you right?

You bring a woman back and drive my mother out of the house. you're not wrong?

You pushed my mother down the stairs by clamoring for a divorce. you're not wrong?

My mother was hospitalized, but you refused to treat her and advocated extubation... Are you not wrong in what you did?

You didn't do anything wrong, so it's your son's fault? "

Chi Changhe was stunned and stared at his son.

The corners of Chi Yuhan's lips trembled slightly as he looked down at his father. There were too many grievances accumulated since childhood, and there were many more that he didn't want to talk about.

It's not that he and his father have such a big hatred, but that his father did too much to him, too much... When the bullet passed through his chest from his father's pistol, at that moment, he was not dead. Father is dead!

Listening to his son's accusations with cold blood and tears, he stared at the surging hatred in his eyes.

Chi Changhe was so shocked that he lost his mind. His eyes were distracted and lifeless. He moved his mouth and asked as if he was mumbling, "Is daddy wrong? Is daddy wrong?"

He seemed to admit his mistake, his previous power was gone, and when the white hair on his temples touched, he suddenly felt sad.

Chi Yuhan's eyes suddenly turned red, he couldn't help but clench his palms, turned his head, and blinked away the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

Why would he pity him?

Why do I suddenly feel that my father, who was once so majestic and arrogant, feels pitiful.

There was a sound outside the hall door.

Chi Yuhan turned around and saw his mother coming in.

Lian Jiahui sat firmly in the electric wheelchair with a cold look on her face. She held her hands on both sides of the wheelchair and pushed the round wheels from the foyer.

The wheelchair stopped near Chi Changhe. She looked at her husband calmly, "I have signed the divorce document and placed it in your study..."

Chi Changhe's eyes widened with a look of reluctance, and she couldn't believe that the words "divorce" came from her mouth. It was beneath a man's dignity. He still looked in disbelief, "Jiahui, do you really want to Divorce me?"

Lian Jiahui said calmly, "You have always wanted to divorce me, haven't you? Now, I can help you."

Thinking of the past, Chi Changhe suddenly felt guilty, and sighed sadly, "That was my mistake. I was confused for a while..."

His guilt, self-blame, and regret were all expressed unstintingly in the expression on his old face.

Lian Jiahui watched quietly, unmoved.

Regardless of whether he was truly repentant or fake, she would never continue this marriage with him that was glamorous on the outside but shabby on the inside.

I didn't get divorced before because of many concerns.

In order to give the child a father, in order not to let the mistress take his place, he swallowed his anger and clung to a marriage that was incomprehensible in people's eyes, and wronged himself.

Now she has no worries, her Han'er has grown up, is considerate and filial, and has the ability to protect herself.

This life is short and there is not much left to live.

She wants to live for herself and do what she likes, no matter who thinks of her.

Chi Changhe saw that she had made up her mind, but still refused to give up, "Jiahui, is there no room for redemption between us?"

"There is no time to waste. Chi Changhe, let's get a divorce." Lian Jiahui answered simply and directly, speaking of divorce from her mouth, she was as firm as iron.

Chi Changhe looked at his wife. She had an outstanding appearance and elegant temperament.

Lian Lao's only daughter - Lian Jiahui.

Quiet but not rigid, intellectual but not arrogant.

Elegant and dignified without losing strength.

Wen can sing in the wind and make the moon play, and Wu can cook and clean clothes.

Such a good wife... but he didn't cherish her properly.

It was late at night, and Chi Yuhan was standing in front of the window, holding a cigarette on his thin lips and holding a mobile phone in his hand, sending a message:

"Good night, Xunxun."

Lan Xun was about to fall asleep. When he received his good night message, he couldn't help but smile and sweetly replied, "Good night, daddy."

Chi Yuhan lowered his head and stared at her good night reply, and smiled sillyly.

Lan Xun had just closed his eyes when he suddenly heard his phone ring again. He stretched out his hand to open it and saw another good night message flying in:

"Good night, Xun'er."

It was sent from Luyu’s number.

Lan Xun was lying on the bed, thinking about how Lu Yu had said in anticipation a few days before his death, "Xun'er, I really want to say good night and good morning to you every day..."

It turns out that he had already prepared the scheduled delivery in advance?

Lan Xun gently stroked his lower abdomen with his palm, and felt nauseated. He got up again and suffered from morning sickness. After struggling for a while, he finally fell asleep.

The next morning, I received a call from Su Jiao.

"Congratulations, Lan Xun, you are pregnant with the baby."

"Thank you..." Lan Xun heard her unfriendly tone and didn't know what she wanted to say. He frowned and asked, "What can I do for you?"

Su Jiao was straightforward, "There is something very important. Let me tell you when we meet. Do you dare to come?"