Sugiyama is a little impatient. "If you have something to say quickly, do you mind calling me a senior?"
"Well … I told you, you should always be prepared."
Liu Chen looked at the pear-shaped clothes not far away and said, "She is really your daughter."
Sugiyama more with the wave "it’s ok I’ll …"
He turned around and moved to a half, then suddenly turned around and grabbed Lu Chen’s shoulder and crushed the bones of ordinary hybrids. "What did you say! ？”
Liu Chen felt his shoulders and said strongly that if I hadn’t been in the hospital now, why would you ask?
"I said that Shanyue Pear Dress is your daughter."
Afraid that Sugiyama couldn’t hear clearly, he emphasized "pro-daughter!"
Sugiyama Yuesong grabbed Lu Chen’s shoulder and unconsciously stepped back two steps. He was somewhat dazed and uncertain and asked, "Say it again?"
Chapter two hundred and sixteen Zhang Shanyue is that you want to arch my cabbage!
Lu Chen is not impatient. "I can say it a few times. She is your own daughter. Not only that, you have two children."
The spring breeze brushed the cherry blossoms, and the more wrinkled the Chinese fir was, he was a little messy for a while.
What’s going on ?
He looked not far away, holding a mobile phone to draw pear clothes. This girl is his daughter! ?
It is no wonder that Shiga was called by him to eat Lamian Noodles’s secret meeting, and Shiga was also vague.
At that time, he didn’t have a lot of opinions. He was glad to chat with an old friend for a long time, so he was waiting for him.
The root of the emperor’s blood line has not been cut off. Acha didn’t admit it because Acha recognized that the family needed the power of the emperor now.
But you shouldn’t …
I’ve taken security measures. Who could it be …
But it took only a few seconds to think about what he did wrong, and then his thoughts drifted away with the cherry blossoms.
He has been cursed by the blood of the emperor all his life. He believes that his roots should not have been born.
He led a wrong life and delayed the most important people in his life. Now he is still alive and reluctant to die, but the world has nothing to do with him after all.
He didn’t have love and family like a normal person. He had ministers but no friends. Friendship and affection were all strange things to him. No, he once had affection. He was attached to his mother, but her mother died for her own crime.
After many years, he resumed his faith and taught him to go to church every week to pray. He didn’t confess to the emperor, he confessed to his mother.
However, his mother was buried in the main tomb on the outskirts of the southern border, and he did not want to listen to his confession. For so many years, he never dared to go to the eastern countries to give his mother a stick of incense, for he was afraid of hearing his mother spit on him in his dream.
It was only after he became a believer that he remembered one thing: his mother was a Catholic, and the Catholic doctrine was against suicide, because suicide was a paradise for people.
Then why would mother commit suicide? She can declare herself, and the officers will treat her as a guest.
Later, he realized that his mother looked at those people’s evil deeds, and she protected the children behind him, listening to the women and children wailing and crying. She couldn’t tell who she was, and she couldn’t tell who her mother was.
She can’t believe it and doesn’t want to believe it, but she also knows the fact that this tragic humanitarian war of aggression has its own share, and her son is the secret spiritual leader of this group of people.
So Mammy Charlotte raised a pistol at her head. Before she died, she cursed not Major Fujiwara but … herself!
He is a man who has abandoned the world and been abandoned by the world. He wants to escape from Sheqi’s house. He sells Lamian Noodles here and swears to let the cursed thing of imperial blood cut off his generation.
Over the years, he felt like a kite that had broken its line and drifted away from the world. He landed in a high way and didn’t know where to fly.
When he heard that he had offspring, he should be lost, resentful and self-blaming. He still let the cursed blood continue.
But when the teenager in front of him told him that he had a daughter and two others, his long-buried heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and the dust spilled and the heart roared!
Suddenly, he felt that the kite string was connected with the string named blood relatives, and the strength was so strong that he was dragged back from the cracks in the outer world and broke through the film, and he once again felt the beauty of the world.
Bright moonlight shines on the earth, cherry blossoms fade and fall to the ground, just like his heart … and finally return to the roots.
He slowly grabbed Liu Chen’s shoulder and asked, "What’s going on? ？”
Lu Chen thinks that President Anger is right. Sugiyama may not be conscious, but his expression is wonderful at this time.
"The secret party made an investigation. You donated genetic pear-shaped clothes to the Germans. They are test-tube babies. Human science and technology have finally overcome the problem of imperial blood breeding."
Sugiyama listened to Liu Chen and answered some questions. "Are you sure that genetic samples can make IVF! ? Snake qi family spent so many years failed to get me … "
Sugiyama has some doubts that he was not diligent in breeding machines in his life.
Lu Chen replied, "The headmaster said that he is not absolutely sure, but if you think about it carefully, you will know that their imperial blood is solid and you are the last emperor in previous lives. Anyway, they can’t get rid of you. If you don’t believe it, you can drag them to do pro-appraisal."
Sugiyama thoughtfully stopped looking at Lu Chen, but looked at the pear-painted clothes not far away, which were illuminated by the lights of the house trolley. "I told you before that it’s beautiful. The eyebrows are like my nose, my eyes are like my mouth, my ears are like me …"
I can’t listen to Lu Chen’s side. Heart says you are too narcissistic, right?
Good-looking makes everything look like you?