Luo Nanxun looked at the ceiling on the bed and still couldn't figure out which step went wrong and let Wang Yibo find it. She didn't understand why Wang Yibo didn't want to have any conflict with Xiao Zhan, but followed him very much
They have a good relationship, she knows, but it's too good. It's hard for Luo Nanxun to do things
Thinking about it, the door was suddenly opened. It was Wang Yibo. He came in and closed the door and sat on the sofa opposite
wangyiboLuo Nanxun, I don't want you to have the idea of revenge
wangyiboMom died in childbirth
wangyiboJust remember this
Luo Nanxun stood up and looked at Wang Yibo as if she was out of control
luonanxunIs it difficult to give birth? Are you lying to you or to me? Wang Yibo
luonanxunWhat are you going to pretend to be doing what everyone knows?
Wang Yibo changed his usual doting appearance and accused her of thinking
wangyiboSo the result of that thing is to get revenge on him, right?
luonanxunHave you ever heard of a father's debt?
wangyiboThen can't you just take it as the past?
wangyiboIsn't it good now?
wangyiboIt's not his fault
wangyiboHis father is not him
Luo Nanxun looked at Wang Yibo in disbelief
How could it not be a biological son? DNA is all related by blood
wangyiboYou don't have to think about it, I said no
wangyiboWithdraw all your plans
wangyiboLive the life you like, go shopping, take medicine, take medicine
luonanxunWhy do you say they are not biological
wangyiboJust because I killed his father with my own hands
After speaking, Wang Yibo left the room. The sound of the door lock falling made Luo Nanxun unable to calm down for a long time
How could it be? She doesn't remember such a thing. How could he kill him when he was young?
How many things did she forget
She can't remember, and it's hard to investigate
But this feeling of wanting to know and not being able to know is too uncomfortable. She can't ask Xiao Zhan
When I think of Xiao Zhan, I think of that greasy little composition
She was green
Really speechless
Not being able to go out doesn't mean you can't play with your phone. Luo Nanxun turned on his phone and looked at the pictures sent from Xiao Zhan's phone. There were no more or no less than seven pictures. The first one read the greasy little composition, and then Xiao Zhan replied with a 39-second voice.
The second and third is a pair of love, the fourth is the beginning to the end of the love day, the fifth is a woman who is sleeping, can't see her face, white sheets, eyelashes are not very long, the sixth is a picture of a child. Coco loves love, the last one is an agreement...
After reading it, Luo Nanxun thought deeply for a long time and didn't return to his senses
