Ning Jiahao's voice sounded helplessly: "Of course not, how could I not be able to do all your requests? But this child, you also know that if I suddenly bring a child home, it will affect my reputation..."
Zhuo Qianshi sneered and interrupted him: "Reputation, Ning Jiahao, when did you become so hypocritical? Don't act in front of me, okay? Two choices, agree or not."
"... Xiao Shi... I am very embarrassed by this."
"Since I saw you today, I knew you would refuse." Zhuo Qianshi smiled softly. She was beautiful to begin with. Twenty years of prison life did not make her grow old. On the contrary, time favored her and made her
Not many traces were left behind, and the white hair on her head gave her a mature look.
Ning Jiahao looked at her smile and couldn't help but feel absent-minded. He unconsciously took a step forward and murmured: "Little poem..."
The next moment, he woke up, closed his eyes slightly in pain, and then opened them: "You have endured hardship for so many years, I understand."
"Do you understand?" Zhuo Qianshi's smile deepened, but her eyes were very cold, and her eyes were fixed on the face of the man in front of her.
The young Ning Jiahao was a graceful gentleman and a noble son of the family in trouble. She accidentally rescued him and was touched by his tenderness. From then on, she loved him without hesitation and sacrificed everything for him.
She thought that love in this world meant two people for the rest of their lives. Her love was unreserved for him, and she was the only one in his love.
She still believed this until she was in jail.
Until the news came that he was getting married, and then he became a father and had a happy family, and then he heard that Ning's business was getting better and better under his hands, and that he had another woman.
Zhuo Qianshi looked at Ning Jiahao with eyes as calm as water, as clear as spring water without any impurities. His shadow was reflected in it, making him feel ashamed.
There was a hint of ridicule in her tone: "I have lived in prison for many years, which does not mean that I know nothing about the outside world. If you understand my suffering, how can you pretend to send someone to deliver a message?
Let me not say that I know you. In these years, I have never told anyone that I have any relationship with you, Mr. Ning. I have kept my promise."
After a pause, he looked at Ning Yazhi affectionately and lovingly, and gently stroked Ning Yazhi's hair with his other hand.
I don't know why, but Ning Yazhi just feels that her mother's heart seems to be in pain after all the changes in the world. She is still riddled with love for the man in front of her, but this man turns out to be so selfish, poor mother.
"Xiao Shi, it's not that I don't agree, but give me some time. This is Ning Ya's request, right? I've met you, and you are my Yuanyuan's good friend."
Ning Yazhi lowered her head and did not respond to his friendly smile.
If it were before, she would definitely give him a bright smile and call him Mr. Ning, but now.
Extremely conflicted.
A man who is indifferent to her mother happens to be her father.
At this moment, she would rather not know her life experience.
The hand trembled slightly.
But the sadness in my heart still exists. Not many people can understand the sadness of being abandoned, especially when they heard with their own ears that he was unwilling to admit his existence, and saw with their own eyes that he did not express joy for her existence, just like her mother.