Playing to the death and cheating on you

Is everything different for a man who has a son?

Holding the wine glass, under the congratulations of the officials, he spun the wine triumphantly, enjoying the most beautiful and enjoyable day in his life. 【26nbsp;】

son!

This feeling of happiness is all because of my son!

At this moment, he has forgotten everything, the urgent battle, the lofty ideal, the dying water lotus, and all the bullets and bullets he has experienced. In his drunkenness, there is only his son.

Son Fang is the most important person in the world.

This is a truth that all fathers understand.

One's own flesh and blood is far more important than a woman.

A man often cares for his children for the rest of his life, but he basically cannot care for a woman for the rest of his life.It is easy to be passionate, but difficult to be infatuated. It is easy to be in love for a while, and it is even more difficult to be in love for a lifetime.

His heart was filled with kindness—truly, a kindness that had only just been bred!

It came so suddenly, not even a moment earlier! ! !

I saw that the nurse was still holding her son and being teased by some female relatives.The son looked tired, his eyes were closed, and he was already asleep.He loved his son, although he didn't want to disappoint the other female relatives, he immediately asked someone to order the wet nurse, and after a while he hugged his son to rest, so as not to tire him.

After he finished his orders, he looked at the fire in the middle again, and saw Cui Yunxi, just like a peacock with its tail open, flamboyant and flirtatious with many Jurchen aristocratic men.She has bright eyes, beautiful hair, and a plump body. She shuttles in front of a group of slightly thin female relatives, and she really shows a particularly outstanding sexy charm. She is faintly the well-deserved oiran and queen tonight.

...For some reason, he just thought of Shui Lian at this moment! ! !

Water lotus!

Water lotus! !

How could he think of her at this moment? ? ?

How is she now? ? ?She is very desperate? ? ?Is her contagion really all hopeless? ? ? ?In a place like that, is hope lost at all, just lying there waiting to die? ? ? ?

She once wanted to poison today's little protagonist—she admitted it herself, and she confessed it.

Obviously such a hateful woman, but at this moment I thought of her——

And, no hate!

On the contrary, it is an extremely sad, pitiful...even betrayal melancholy——

She was obviously the one who was wrong, so why did she feel melancholy? ?

With a shock in his heart, he picked up the wine glass and covered up all his emotions...

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