Chapter 3843

"Ah..." the mother sighed.

"You're tired from flying. I'll arrange a room for you to rest."

Manwen stood up calmly and said quietly.

"Pa --"

Her father slapped her in the face

Manwen's head was blank for a moment. He was in a trance, and his ears were full of murmurs

"You're talking to your father?" The father stares at her coldly, "you listen to me! Now you're going to add another grandson to the Li family. That's the right grandson! It's not the little bastard

"That's true." Mother strongly agreed, "Manwen, you must have a son early, or you will not get anything when you are old

“……”

Manwen was still standing there, calm and empty eyed.

"Look! Look The father turned his anger to his mother, "how did you train her? What's the difference with a wooden man! "

Manwen leaned slightly in front of her mother.

Her father's fingers were all on her.

"Well, well, let's have a rest first." His mother put her arms around him and helped him to one side of the room.

Looking at their back, there is a sense of affection between them

But how much affection is there in the interweaving of power and money? It should be completely buried.

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Manwen touched her face, stepped on the stairs and raised her eyes. She saw Joan sitting on the top of the stairs with her little hands holding her knees. She was dressed in clean and neat pajamas and looked at her with her eyes half confused and half distressed. Her mouth was tight

"Why don't you sleep?" Manwen managed to smile.

"Does a father really have a son?" Joan looked at her and asked. His little hand scratched restlessly on his pajamas twice. He asked in a weak voice, "won't he come in the future?"

"Do you love him?" Asked Manwen.

"Love."

"He won't come a few times a year. Do you still love him?"

"I love him very much."

Manwen was shocked by the firmness on her daughter's face. After a moment, she came back to herself and said with a smile, "then you call him and ask yourself clearly, OK?"

Joan Looking at her for a long time, like a great determination, nodded heavily, "OK."

Manwen takes her daughter back to the living room and dials the number for her. There is no hands-free setting.

……

Looking at her daughter anxiously waiting with the microphone in her hand, Manwen slowly grasped the pillow, and her fingertips turned white without noticing

"Father."

Joan Suddenly, she exclaimed excitedly, then calmed down. A few seconds later, she looked at Manwen, "father wants you to answer the phone."

“……”

Manwen sat stiffly. In a moment, he took over the microphone, only to hear from inside the deep voice of Li juexi, "if I explain to you sincerely, will I be ignored again?"

Some tired voices.

"Li juexi..."

"Come on, when I like to look for you." Li juexi sneered at himself and then said, "it's the third son. My father has adopted him to me."

Third son? Adoptive?

"Li Jue... Feng?"

Manwen is not familiar with the third young master who is always in China.

"Well."