Afterwards, Chi An always thought of the scene in the basement, and his heart would tremble uncontrollably.

He couldn't understand why Su Kui would go back and return, and even willingly dedicate his first time.

Chi An did not want to think about it, thinking that as long as she was willing to stay beside him at this moment, it was enough to deceive herself.

However, the person who first fell in love loses first.

However, Chi An lost a terrible defeat, but it was also as good as it was.

–

In a dilapidated old mansion in Kyoto, drunkard gamblers can be seen everywhere, stinking gutters crisscrossing the streets, and fat rats on the pavement piled up with unbridled chaos.

Chaos, violence, and sin are everywhere.

Deep in the street, a dramatic picture is being staged in a suite in the tube house.

"Let me go! You are now wanted! I really didn't expect you to be so perverted! Your psychology has been distorted! Let go! I'm all hurt by you so what do you want ?!"

Han Yuan was dragging a worn suitcase with his right hand, his tousled hair on his head, and his shirt was disheveled, and he looked much older.

Thinking of the good day in the wooden house, he really regretted it. With a graceful and graceful wife and a clever daughter, she was blinded by memories of the past, and it is too late to regret now.

"Dad, are you going to abandon me? Like abandoning my mother?"

Han Qingyin's knuckles refused to let go because of the tight whitening of Han Yuan's sleeves. He also twisted his baby's fat face, and his voice was terrible.

Han Yuan felt terrified even at a glance. During the days when Duan Dong was hiding in Tibet, he had been wondering whether the daughter who always clung to his coquettish daughter existed.

Still lurking beside him, has always been a devil?

"I didn't abandon her, she left by herself!" Han Yuan's face was unnatural for a moment, and he vigorously broke free from Han Qingyin's entanglement. The sleeves burst with a tingle, and he ignored it and looked back the same without looking back. The stained living room walked.

"Don't bother me. I have done my best to you. You have fallen into this field, it is all your own responsibility. Our father and daughter have sentiments, so come here?"

Han Yuan said this with a cold face, and he was ready to open the door and go out.

Immediately before leaving, Han Qingyin whistled from the ear, grieved so uncontrollably, "Dad, everything is my fault, I know I'm the one who has weighed on you, the last time, you, can you ... hug I?"

Han Yuan's footsteps stopped stiffly, and he couldn't move anymore.

Indecision is a fatal flaw, and Han Yuan happens to be the one who is most indispensable. He hesitated.

Even if there are countless cruel and murderous evidences in front of him, it will be difficult for Han Yuan to switch back from the scene of his father's filial piety and daughter's filial piety.

So he just hesitated a little and sighed, "Ah, you can do it yourself ..."

Putting down the suitcase and turning to hug the petite girl, she touched her hair as usual.

suddenly--

His heart was pierced, and the pain in his chest made him wide his eyes, and pushed away Han Qingyin.

I bowed my head in disbelief, and blood like a waterfall spewed out of my heart, with a sharp dagger in my mouth.

"You ..." Wei Wei raised his index finger, but only had time to spit out a word, and he fell over and fell to the ground.

"Dad, you asked for it!"