MTL - NEET Receives a Dating Sim Game Leveling System-Chapter 769 Father and daughter

Looking at the phone.

Not looking at what's on the phone screen, just watching the phone in your hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing... just thinking, do you want to call and talk to Dad." Chiaki smiled.

Mei Jia will know and fall into silence.

Taking bait as a bait, such a dangerous thing, even if there is a Qingsi, even if there is a Knights, there is no guarantee of safety.

In this case, do you want to call and talk to your only relatives... It’s really a problem for Qianqiu.

"I can probably think about how he will respond, so I don't want to do this." Qian Qiu whispered, "But if you don't say it, it seems that there is something wrong."

Reason...not family, but truth.

Meijia felt sad, but did not let herself show a different look.

"I think you should contact him."

A thousand years of silence.

"If you change to be you, what will you say when you call in the past?" After the silence, the men's beauty smiled and asked a friend a little badly.

"This..." Meijia did not expect Qianqi to ask this question. He paused. "I will tell things out..."

"And then? Just say it?"

Meijia can't say it.

Although she thought about what she would say, or what to say, it was her, not a thousand years.

She has a mother, not a father, and her parent-child relationship is very good, not the same as Qianqiu.

So I can't say it... I don't think I should say it.

Looking at the silent friend, I smiled slightly.

Such a bad eye is only effective for Meijia, and it is not the same if it is changed to Qingsi.

Meijia is very flawed. Although the company is also flawed but much less or much lower, if it is serious, it will make people feel that he is completely flawless and very reliable.

His pairing with Wanhua Summer Night is perfect, and the pairing with Meijia is also very suitable.

As for myself... although the match with him is also very good, but even if it is not...

This kind of idea is known to the Secretary, and it will definitely be embarrassed.

Qian Qiu completely imagined the scene and could clearly imagine her boyfriend's anger.

But she does not intend to change this idea because it is a fact.

It’s really important and important, but even if you don’t have yourself, you can still live well.

This is very good.

that's it.

This way... even if it happens, you don’t need to worry about anything.

"Mega...thank you."

"Uh?"

For the sudden thank you to the friend, the two ponytail girls stunned.

Then she saw the other person standing up and walking away with her mobile phone.

When I got outside, I took a deep breath and looked up at the night sky.

Then she picked up the phone and dialed the number.

After two seconds, it is turned on.

"Good evening, Dad."

"What?" asked indifferently.

"Nothing... say you can believe it?"

Really silent.

Chiaki smiled lightly.

"Really there is nothing... for you."

"I have nothing for you... I used to think so."

"Now it is not, but... we are still the same."

"We all have a cold part... For others, for ourselves... I don't know what to say, but I think you should understand."

"We...is actually a pair of fathers and daughters who are quite like bones..."

"Incompetent... not decent... father and daughter."

Speaking of this, the girl’s eyes have tears flowing down.

Why do you cry, don't know.

It may be for the past, it may be for the future, or it may be because of the present.

"Dad...sorry..."

"And... thank you."

"You did a very bad job... but it was done very well..."

"Keep it like this... keep it cold..."

"If... a miracle happens, then everything will be fine."

"And if... something bad happens..."

"Don't blame Qingwu, he must have tried his best."

"I went to the place where my mother was... I saw her and told her that only you always remember her... you are a good husband."

"In the future... you will slowly forget about us, don't care, just live well... that's fine."

The girls tried their best not to let their voices cry, and to keep these words calm and steady as much as possible.

Why are you crying? Why are you crying? She really doesn't know it.

This is too ugly.

It’s like a last word... obviously not.

Just want to say it.

It should be calm, indifferent, to a father who often has no feelings, often not at home, say -

"I have to go out and may not come back."

This level of things only.

That's it.

This relationship with the father and the daughter is really nothing more than that.

This relationship, once resentful, is now more fortunate.

But...why...

"Where are you now?"

The voice across the phone is no longer indifferent.

It is a hint of anxiety and urgency.

"Tell me, where are you now?"

“Is it in Uehara apartment? Answer it quickly!”

Upon hearing such a question, the girl was subconscious.

"Stay there, I will pass right away."

After this sentence, the phone hangs up.

After a while, I reacted after a while.

"father……"

If Ye Zhenhong drops the important things being processed, drive to the destination as quickly as possible.

He was expressionless, his glasses shimmered fiercely, driving the car to the nearest apartment with the shortest route, and the speed insurance of the car was on the verge of illegal traffic and even a traffic accident!

Where is the apartment in Uehara, how can he get there, he is clear.

I don’t know, since she lived in Uehara apartment, she has been driving to nearby places more than once, but she has never seen her.

He knew that she was doing well there, and that was enough.

He didn't want to see his daughter, but he didn't care about her.

He is an incompetent father... but he is incompetent, and he is a father after all!

Arrived near the apartment, parked, got off the bus, and walked without even locking the car.

I saw a thousand years.

Zhenhong walked towards her, her inner emotions climbed to the top, and her right hand lifted up -

Snapped!

A loud slap in the face of the girl.

"What a stupid thing you just said! Bastard!!"

Anger... and other emotions that even Zhenghong himself can’t say clearly are contained in this buzz.

The painter’s look at the moment is angry, but it is like sorrow, like regret, like helplessness...

"Dad..." Qian Qiu squinted and looked at him.

When was the last time I was beaten by my father?

There is no memory at all.

This is the first time.

For the first time, she was beaten like this.

Zhenhong stares deeply at her daughter.

Then before his sensible reaction came, his body moved, and he reached out and hugged her.

"A thousand years..."

"I am sorry……"