When he heard Xu Moran's words, Xu Zhiming felt as if he was frustrated and speechless. His big hand holding the phone tightened slightly, as if he was thinking of something sad, and his expression was so stiff.

It seemed that He Xinhuan was lying in the Xu family again, with a pool of rose-red blood flowing under him.

When he touched the past, his heart trembled slightly.

After a while, Xu Zhiming spoke again: "Your mother..." But after saying three words, he could no longer say anything.

It can be seen that there is a secret hidden in my heart.

"My mother said that the only thing she did the most wrong thing in her life was that she loved the wrong person." Xu Moran's eyes were cold, and when she thought of her mother, she felt a vague pain in her heart.

"I'm sorry for you..." Xu Zhiming on the other end of the phone regretted it. His tone was disappointed and he felt endless regret.

But what's the use of regretting now?

Do you regret that He Xinhuan can survive?

If you regret it, you won’t have Xu Anyang?

Can you go back to the Xu family if you regret Xu Moran?

"I'm sorry, you shouldn't say to me. If you really want to do so, why don't you go to my mother's tombstone to repent?" Xu Moran's tone was plain and he couldn't hear any emotional fluctuations.

She thought that the thing she regretted the most in her previous life was that she failed to protect herself and indirectly killed her mother.

In this way, how can you not feel guilty?

Xu Zhiming responded: "You are right, I should say this to your mother..." His face had long been completely lost when his daughter scolded her for being so bluntly.

"If there is no important thing, Mr. Xu doesn't have to call me again." Xu Moran closed his eyes tiredly. The friendship between father and daughter was broken, and she said this in person.

She cannot be soft-hearted, nor can she have any contact with the Xu family anymore. Her mother's death is ultimately a thorn in her heart.

Xu Zhiming spoke again when Xu Mo was about to hang up the phone. He said anxiously: "Xiao Mo, it's your aunt's wedding the day after tomorrow. I'll send you the address of the wedding banquet to you on my phone."

Whether she will decide whether to go or not is up to her own decision, he will not force her.

Xu Moran did not respond and hung up the phone directly. She was wondering if Xu Fengli’s marriage had anything to do with her?

It doesn't matter!

My aunt and nephew have a very stiff relationship and it’s unhappy to go there. Why bother?

Originally, Huo Yuhan did not attend when Xu Fengli got married, but the boss of the partner Fangdas Company strongly invited him to attend. He thought for a long time but decided to attend.

From this, Huo Yuhan also learned that Xu Fengli had a close relationship with the senior executives of Das Company, and the two companies were working on projects, so he still had to give this face.

The night before attending the wedding, Huo Yuhan lay on the bed waiting for Xu Moran to take a shower. He looked through the magazine, his eyes were on the book, but his heart floated to the bathroom.

After a long time, Xu Moran walked out of the bathroom. She wiped her hair while walking down to the side of the sofa.

Huo Yuhan's eyes had already shifted to Xu Moran's body the moment he came out. Xu Moran, wearing a light blue home clothes, did not give Huo Yuhan a slight light.

Huo Yuhan frowned invisibly, and he lifted the quilt and walked to Xu Moran to pull her up.

"Come here, I'll blow your hair." Huo Yuhan pulled Xu Moran toward the locker.

"I'll just brag myself. If you are tired, take a rest first." Xu Moran raised his eyes and said, although being spoiled, it's easy to be spoiled.

"Sit here and don't move." Huo Yuhan pressed Xu Moran's shoulder and asked her to sit on the chair, and then insisted on using a hair dryer to blow her hair.

Xu Moran just sat there quietly and asked him to help her blow her hair. She didn't know what she was thinking, so she stared at his gray pajamas for a moment.
Chapter completed!