Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Really love the house and black, willing to let go.

The former is more likely, but the latter is not impossible.

After all, both are men.

He could still tell whether he had true feelings for his daughter.

Unless, his acting skills have reached the point of perfection.

No one can see it, and it can deceive everyone.

Yun Hengfeng has lived most of his life, so many things can naturally be revealed at a glance.

Understand what, he smiled, meaningful.

"I see."

The look in his eyes gradually brought indescribable arrogance and complacency.

"Since you care about my daughter, you should also know that I am her biological father."

"If you touch me, you're making her unfilial."

After all, he is a businessman, and he still cares about his life and interests in his bones.

If you think about some things clearly, you can easily become his bargaining chip.

Control people's chips as you like.

He smiled and said: "In this case, let's write off the past."

"Anyway, you love my daughter, don't you?"

Shen Zhi looked calm and did not speak.

After all, a collared beast will not bite.

Docile, still.

"Shen Zhi."

With that soft, tender voice, his master returned, oblivious to the conversation.

Sitting next to him, the breath is warm and sweet.

He took his hand naturally, as if holding an invisible collar tied around his neck.

With a smile on his face again, he looked at her and clenched gently.

"Wife."

I really like her.

Because I like it, I was wronged, and I didn't say anything.

Not wanting to embarrass her, her face remained normal.

The ignorant person pulled him up and bowed to his father.

"It's getting late, Dad, let's go back first."

Yun Hengfeng gave Shen Zhi a meaningful look.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

As if he had a handle on him, he was thinking about something in his heart.

The eyes make people feel a little uncomfortable.

Shen Zhi stood behind Yunsi, lowered his eyelids, and didn't speak any more.

The smile on his face was flat and precise.

……

……

……

that night.

Yun Hengfeng had a dream.

It was like a warning from God to him.

It may also be the sequelae of long-term mental tension.

In short, in the dream, it was too realistic, so realistic that it was a bit scary.

Can't tell if it's a dream or reality.

In a trance, I couldn't wake up for a while.

I just remember that in the dream, there was a man wearing a Rakshasa suit with a dark face, tying him fiercely.

Claiming to be Lord Yan Luo who is in charge of hell, he said that he had committed a heinous and heinous crime.

On his [-]th birthday, the day when Yangshou expires, he will be thrown into hell immediately, and he will never be reborn forever.

You can only become a handyman ghost who is bullied and suppressed.

Everything is because he committed a big sin in this life, a big sin that no one can forgive.

No one will be able to save him.

The mistakes he committed will not be punished during his lifetime.

After death, it will only be repaid ten times, one hundred times and one thousand times.

Behind the man was a boiling oil pan, and something seemed to be cooking in the pan.

After he finished speaking, he disappeared.

It turned into a cloud of smoke.

He also woke up with a start.

After that, I couldn't sleep again.

For one night, the soul seemed restless.

Trembling, unable to control.

"No...it's just a dream."

He said it, he said it to himself.

only……

a dream.