Fox Demon Fox Destroys All Worlds

"Miss, this is unacceptable~"

The white-haired old man quickly waved his hand and said.

"Uncle Yang, when you left the Yang family, if you hadn't prepared some finances for me, Mier and I would probably be living on the streets now, and you also watched me grow up, so there's nothing wrong with being a grandpa~ "

Yang Yan shook his head, a flash of remembrance flashed in his beautiful eyes, and he said softly, revealing a sense of sadness in his voice.

After all, what happened back then was no less than a knife piercing her heart.

She watched helplessly as her husband was taken away on her wedding day. . .

Witnessing the inhuman body of her husband being tortured. . .

In the end, it was even a clean break with the Yang family. . .

But no matter how big the resentment was, it dissipated with the passage of time.

the most critical.

That man is her father.

"Miss...."

Uncle Yang looked at Yang Yan's expression, his cloudy eyes flickered, and finally he didn't know what to say to comfort him.

"He called you here!"

Yang Yan said softly.

"Master, he..."

Uncle Yang wanted to refute something, but was interrupted directly by Yang Yan.

"Take me there..."

"Huh? Miss, please..."

Mu Mie followed his mother without saying a word, watching all this without saying anything.

. . .

On top of a restaurant.

Inside the private room.

A figure is like a mountain, standing at the window, with a straight waist, just like his temperament, as immobile as a mountain, upright.

"squeak~"

As the door was slowly opened.

This statue-like figure also trembled slightly, and at the same time turned around extremely stiffly, with a pair of tiger eyes full of reluctance, love, guilt, etc., and many complicated expressions, watching the person who walked into the room. figure inside.

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"Yan'er..."

A slightly old voice came out of Yang Fangfang's mouth, as if mustering all the strength in his body.

The familiar voice also seemed to touch the memories in Yang Yan's mind, and waves slowly rippled in his heart, and many childhood memories emerged in his mind one by one.

The father who loved me the most.

A father who sees himself as the apple of his eye.

But it was also the person I hated the most in my life. . .

But looking at Yang Fangfang's mottled hair and old appearance, the many complaints in his heart seemed to be unable to utter a word, and he also resented his willful childhood, and he understood one by one as he grew older. not easy.

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"Father, you are old~"

"Yang Yan looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar old man in front of him, and thousands of words finally turned into one sentence.

"Yan'er... Father, I'm sorry... Father was wrong..."

When Yang Fang heard this, tears began to float in the tiger's eyes, but they were held back. His head, which had always been high and never lowered, finally lowered, and he said slowly.

A word of "sorry" also caused tears to appear in Yang Yan's beautiful eyes, and slowly flowed down, the crystal clear teardrops ran across his cheeks and fell to the ground.

In front of this old man.

It seems that the strong mask in the past has become no longer hard.

In this sentence of sorry, it became fragmented.

. . . . . .

"Grandpa Yang, can you tell me about my father? My mother rarely told me about my father~"

Mu Mie looked at the old grandfather beside him who was taking care of him, and asked.

"Your father? He is a hero, a hero worthy of your mother's liking~"

Hearing this, Uncle Yang slowly thought of the cautious young man who had just entered the Yang family, and said softly with a gentle smile.

"hero?!"

Mu Mie blinked his clear eyes, and there seemed to be some light shining in the depths of his eyes.