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"I can't use marriage to trap her anymore." Mentioning Tang poetry, Bo Ye's eyes seemed to flash some emotions quickly. These two words had become a thorn in his heart, piercing deeply, and once he was touched , It will be bloody.

"Even if she can choose to forgive me, I don't have the courage to be with her again." Bo Ye looked down at the face of the so-called biological daughter, "Bo Yan, you know, sometimes, the world is most useless. The thing is feeling. Because it is created out of thin air, there is no reason at all. But in this real society, too many horizontal gaps cannot be crossed, and feelings alone are useless."

Bo Ye's words paused, "I I can only pay off the debt, and don't expect her to respond. Even if she responds, I can't live up to it."

Bo Ye understood it very clearly, and could no longer implicate Tang Shi in his quagmire.

Bo Yan frowned, as if distressing Bo Ye, "Dad, you are like this, life alone will be very bitter, right? You keep my mother, not to tear your skin, also because you are the original sin, the incident that year Her broken leg cannot be separated from you, right?"

Bo Ye was silent, but admitted silently.

"You choose a person to bear all the responsibility, let the big sister know, but also to protect her, right?"

"No, you understand this wrong."

Thin night laugh softly, "I am to protect myself."

I do not want to Let Tang Shi know that he could be so humble, let alone make her feel soft. He didn't feel wronged, it was just a repayment, there was no need to add so many children's love and hatred so many love-hate dilemmas.

This is Bo Ye, even if he can do so many things silently for Tang Shi, it also carries a proud and dignified Bo Ye.

He keeps Anmi, not without a bottom line. When the day when his compassion and patience are completely exhausted, Anmi is not a very important person in his eyes.

Bo Yan sighed rather maturely, raised those light-colored eyeballs to look at his father, "Thank you for telling me these things. I know my mommy has done a lot of wrong things, but my father, I I don't want you to be trapped by these things, and I also hope you can give yourself freedom."

Bo Ye smiled, "No one can trap me."

Except for Tang poetry.

This assured a thin Yan, Britain child Britain children last night to thin pour a cup of coffee, "Then I'll wait in the office you, so you busy we get home."

Home.

Bo Ye looked at Bo Yan's face, was silent for a long while, and suddenly remembered something, and asked her, "Why are your eyeballs so light?" The

light gray, isn't it a mixed blood?

Bo Yexin said that the fucking green hat on her head would be tall, and she couldn't become a mixed blood.

Bo Yan pointed to herself, and wondered, "Really? In fact, someone asked me this before. My mom said that I was young and I would be normal when I grow up." An

Mi made it clear that she was lying to her child!

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afternoon, Ye Jingtang came to look for Bo Ye. He didn’t say hello because he was too familiar. When he opened the door and came in, he saw the little boy in the office and stared at her face for a long time. , And then raised his head to Bo Ye and said, "You fucking raised a daughter for Su Qi?"