Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Why would he ask for forgiveness? Because he's old?

And Yue Xiaotian? Where's Zhuojie?

Aren't those two people who died young in their 20s all because of him?

Did he ever really care how they felt?

Yue Xiaotian, in those days of fame, endured all the scolding to give birth to his child, but after his death, he didn't even have a name, and still had to bear the scolding of the first generation.

Although he is a nurturing favor to Zhuojiang, Zhuojiang also died because of the betrayal of their Zhuojia family. After his death, Zhuojia will also say that he is a bastard daughter and cannot be nominated.

Has he ever thought about doing anything for them?

Absolutely not!

Then why would he ask for forgiveness?

The tree only chose to leave silently, fearing that words too intense would irritate the old man to become ill.

“Tiny, Jill, I'm sorry, aren't you guys ever going to forgive me?” The old man cried silently in the ward, and only Zhuo Mingle remained with him.

Zhuo Mingle was also devastated. Is it true that the great grandfather in his eyes was the bad guy who abandoned the woman in the story?

But Grandpa supported the entire Zhuojia family and became Zhuojia's umbrella for the rest of his life. He had no reason to blame him.

“Grandpa, don't be too sad, I think the trees are just unacceptable for a moment.

Besides, she never met her mother and grandmother, and she didn't know what they thought.

Maybe that's why she refused. She doesn't know you, that's why she misunderstood. ”

“I'm sorry, little man.” Zhuo Jiancheng's emotions are particularly exciting.

But none of this had anything to do with the trees. The trees came out of Zhuo Jiancheng's ward, ignoring the first floor of the road, and went straight home.

On the way home, the trees were suddenly lying on their arms crying loudly.

Her relatives, they're all so miserable.

Is it worth it?

Maybe that's life, but she's sad.

“Yunting, I'm not being particularly selfish. You don't blame me for being too cruel to an old man.” Wood cried for half a day and suddenly said:

“But I really can't help it, and I don't want to, but I really hate it.

I know Grandma and Mom may not blame him, they may want him to get better, but I'm not that great. ”

“Good boy, you're right.” Yunting parked the car on the side of the road, releasing his hand and gently patting the head and shoulders of the trees:

“He has his choice, you have your choice. You don't owe him, so you don't have to care about other people. ”

Yunting so persuaded, the trees cried even more.

“Why is he so selfish and cruel? I killed my grandmother and treated my mother so cruelly. My mother wouldn't have died if it hadn't been for him. ”

“I think maybe he didn't do it. If you want answers, just ask.” After all, Yunting is an outsider, much calmer than the trees.

Yunting comforted the trees, picked up Zhuo Lao's business card on the spot and hit him with the tree's phone.

Zhuo Lao didn't expect Lin Mu to call him so soon. Surprised, he asked Zhuo Mingle to pick up his phone immediately.

“Wood.” Zhuo Lao always kept his number, so he was particularly excited at the moment, and after answering the phone, he lost some control of his emotions.

“Hello, I'm Yunting. There's something I think you need to know. ”

Listen to Yunting tell the story of the year and the cause of Zhuo's death. Zhuo Lao said nothing and his face sank a little.