Chapter 729

Mujiutian once told Bartley's secretary Xiu that day she knelt down at her mother's grave and received the call that Bartley had been shot.

Shooting, stabbing

The pupil suddenly dilated, holding the big palm that Butler had stretched out to pat her on the shoulder: "what does Andre mean? What do you mean you don't have many days to live?"

Bartley looked at her, it is a kind of wine sweet don't know how to describe the eyes, brewing a thousand kinds of shame and not give up, and finally turned into a disguised calm, she was holding the big palm fingertips slightly curled down.

Smile out, patted on her shoulder, hold in the voice of some hoarse voice: "it's OK, I......"

"Of course, it's OK. I'm afraid Bartley doesn't want to tell you this until he dies. Even if he dies, you will only be invited to attend the funeral as a guest, and bow three bows in front of his portrait at most, I don't even have the right to stand in the kinship table. I have to tell you the news of my own father's death through others. Is it wrong to say that you are just the daughter of a junior

"Andre."

The mood was raised again and again, and the mujiutian was almost uncontrollable. Even the episode was completely forgotten by her. Her thin, trembling eyelashes and long brown hair looked like pure black under the light, but also made her pale: "I repeat, my mother is not a junior, She's not... If you don't understand any more, I'll make my own way for you to understand, understand? "

"I'm just pathetic for you. I don't understand anything. I don't understand anything."

"I don't know. What do you know?" She deeply stabbed her heart with her open pity at the bottom of her eyes. She almost said it without hesitation: "you have become a godfather in the design industry. Do you think you have been very successful? No, you have not even fulfilled the responsibility of a minimum father. Do you love your children? You ask yourself, "what care did you give them when they needed you?"

"Sons, a stereotype, a playboy, even your favorite little daughter is just relying on her father's attitude, ignoring her when she needs you, and forcibly intervening in her life when she doesn't need you. Even your own granddaughter, who is raised under your knees, is nothing more than a fuss raised by you. She is totally mean. "

"Wayne Kiel."

No one ever dared to talk to Andre like that.

"You're angry, aren't you? Why do you get angry? It's because I'm right. It makes your so-called supercilious arrogance unacceptable. "

The black and white apricot eyes had already faintly seen the pure red blood, and the determined momentum stood not far away: "you see, whether you are a man or a father, you are such a failure. Why do you teach my mother by your distorted three views. Andre... After all, you don't deserve me. "

The sound of smashing down is almost heartbreaking, but there is no patience to continue to entangle, Mu Jiutian's eyes are no longer projected to turn and slam the door to leave.

With that stubborn cold figure disappeared without a trace, the tense atmosphere in the box relaxed instantly.

Butler's eyes were heavy and complex, and he moved back from the door for a long time: "father-in-law." Voice still respectful: "you this is why?"

Sigh, heavy and old.

Even if they all know that this is a drama for mujiutian, her last words inevitably poke some people's most restrained emotions in their heart, like a sharp knife to open the scars they never noticed, blood dripping exposed in the air, pain penetrating heart.

Only at this time did Andre's straight back bend slightly, revealing his old appearance: "Bartlett." With an old voice and a little difficulty in breathing, he clapped his hand on the crutch: "you don't understand. My granddaughter saw something she shouldn't bear in her early years, and she was embarrassed to be on guard against you. The knife you received eventually involved your original gunshot wound. Your time is not long, Me too... "

The sigh echoed in the quiet environment for a long time: "so if you want to ease the relationship with her in the rest of the day, you can only be indestructible. Instead of letting her hate you and me, it's better to let her focus all her hatred on me. I didn't give this child any good attitude from the first side, and it's not a loss."

"Father in law..."

"That's all. I'm ready for the rest of the play. Go to her as soon as possible."

……

It's a busy street, but mujiutian suppresses all the emotions raised from the bottom of her heart. She just feels that she is in a mess, and the whole world seems to be paying attention to her.Andre's voice, full of identity and pride, echoed in his mind all the time.

[in the end, you've won the favor of aglia, or you'll have to rely on the daughter of a Junior...]

Is it wrong to say that you are just the daughter of a junior

He squatted down slowly and hugged his head.

She's not wrong.

Bartley was blinded by the so-called hatred and bullied her mother without even the least investigation. Is it difficult that she should have been forced to wipe out all her resentment after so many years, or that he could write off everything in vain just by saying a few good words? There is no such good thing in the world. Yes, she is right.

But

Bartley was stabbed to keep you out of danger

Even if he dies, you will only be invited to the funeral as a guest

He's dying. How can he really be dying?

First of all, no matter how many famous doctors in Paris he has, even if he is really injured, how can he come to the west side regardless of his own situation and leave so many things for himself in his will.

Wait, will

A runaway car ran onto the sidewalk at some time. The sharp horn and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground stimulated her eardrum.

Squatting on the ground, the body seems to be stiff. The pure black pupil reflects the pure white front of the car, straight towards her.

Next second

"Ah..."

Low voice, generous chest will directly protect her in the arms, toward the side. A small stone cut her arm, but she did not respond. She looked up at the face on her head, which had long lost the usual elegant demeanor. What lingered on the tip of her nose was his unique smell of tobacco.

"When the car comes, I don't know how to hide. Is it crazy?"

He was angry.

The muscles of the face tangled into a ball, which was obviously not good-looking, but fell in the eyes of mujiutian, but turned into a loving look. He couldn't help but pursed his lips and called: "Bartley..."

There was a lot of noise when the car got out of control. Many people noticed it. Some people took out their mobile phones and dialed 120.

Bartley lifted mujiutian up from the ground and patted the soil on her body for her. Her sharp eyesight swept over her. After confirming that she was not hurt at all, he let out a sigh: "isn't she usually very sharp? Why do you quarrel? You can't even hide from the car. You don't take your life as your life, right

"I'm not..."

"Not what, if you hate me, I can never appear in front of you, but what are you, punishing me with your death, or punishing yourself?"

God knows, when he saw her squatting on the ground, staring at the car rushing towards her, his heart was almost gripped by an invisible big palm, which hurt himself.

Even when he didn't react, he rushed out automatically.

Until now, his fingers still can't help shaking: "wine sweet, even for your mother, protect yourself, en?"

In addition to Gu Shaoqing and Sheng huainuan, no one would save her like this.

The deepest chord in my heart moved, murmured sweet red lips. As soon as I was ready to say something, I suddenly saw that Bartley's face was tight, one hand pressed on her shoulder, and then bowed down in pain, and forced the pain to bite out the blood.

It seems to be vaguely heard her voice, Bartley slowly raised his eyes toward her to show a soothing smile, each word squeezed out of the voice are particularly difficult, but more stable than any time: "my daughter, I just want you to be OK."

Ask for

The special sound of the ambulance's siren overwhelmed everything he said next.

Thin lips open and close.

The wine is sweet, but it's still there.

She could understand lip language, and naturally she could understand what he was saying.

He said

"Sorry, but... I love you."