The following days passed with Xiaoxiao as if they were in jail.
When she goes back to school on Sunday, her mother will definitely send her to the door of her dormitory.
Then, before turning off the lights every night, she had to report the situation home using the landline phone in the school dormitory.
My mother monitors all text messages and call records on her mobile phone in real time and will never allow her to have the slightest contact with Han Murphy again.
Xiaoxiao hated her mother for breaking them up like this, but she was more puzzled.
Obviously, there must be something going on between my mother and Han Murphy.
"Ms. Teng, Mr. Han is waiting for you in the office. Please come with me." Han Murphy's secretary Alice greeted politely.
Teng Feiyu (smiling mother) nodded and followed Alice towards Han Murphy's office.
The door was pushed open, and she immediately noticed a tall figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, as if looking out at the scenery outside.
The setting sun shone on him, casting a golden halo on him.
It's so similar, Murphy is so similar to his father back then.
The first time she saw him, she thought it was Ah Hui crawling out of the grave.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally said: "Mr. Han."
"Hello, Ms. Teng. Do you have a problem with me?" Han Murphy turned around and asked tenderly. But for some reason, she felt that the solemn look in his eyes was darker than hell.
"Mr. Han, I don't want to play any more cat and mouse games with you." She decided to make everything clear.
"I just want you to let Xiaoxiao go. She is innocent."
"Yes, I am responsible for the death of your parents."
"In order to escape this responsibility and guilt, I have been hiding for more than 20 years! If you want my life now, just take it!"
"But please be noble and let Xiaoxiao go, she doesn't know anything!"
"She wasn't born yet at that time, so you can't put the blame on her!"
After saying everything that needed to be said in one breath, Teng Feiyu suddenly felt much more comfortable. In the past twenty years, she had never been as open as she is today.
Han Murphy looked at her expressionlessly, as if he was listening to other people's stories. It wasn't until she finished speaking that he slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Ms. Teng, I don't understand what you are talking about at all."
"Murphy, stop pretending. I took care of you for two years when you were a child. However, surprisingly, you neither have your father's surname Fang nor your mother's surname Yang. I don't remember anyone in your family having the surname Han."