One Hundred Days of Hidden Marriage: Young Emperor, spoiled by heaven!

Zhuang's father watched the tears of his daughter whom he had not seen for a long time soaked the corners of his eyes. He looked up to keep the tears from falling, and walked forward to pick up the phone.

"Father." Zhuang Chuchu's voice choked up.

"Chuchu, good boy." Father Zhuang looked at Zhuang Chuchu kindly.

"Father, how are you recently?" Zhuang Chuchu wiped away the tears left on her face.

Zhuang's father looked at the girl in front of him and couldn't help feeling distressed, "Dad is fine, don't worry, what about you? Seeing that you have lost weight recently, dad is sorry for not taking good care of you."

Seeing her father say this, Zhuang Chuchu couldn't hold back the tears she held back as if the gate had opened, "Dad, what are you talking about? I'm fine too, but I've been a little busy recently, so I'm really fine."

Father Zhuang looked up to the sky and blinked, "Chuchu, take good care of yourself."

Zhuang Chuchu nodded and tried to force a smile, "Dad, I have been admitted to a doctorate degree in hotel management."

Zhuang's father smiled happily when he heard it, "Son, Dad is so proud of you!"

Zhuang Chuchu lightly stroked the glass with her hand, as if she was stroking her father's face.

"Father, all my friends are very nice to me. They heard that I was admitted to a doctorate in hotel management. They helped me celebrate last night, and Ziyuan and I went shopping and had dinner together the day before yesterday."

Zhuang Chuchu talked endlessly about what happened recently, wishing to narrate her daily itinerary to her father, but every time she talked about Long Muyun, she would get stuck or just skip it.

Zhuang's father watched his daughter talk about his daily life outside the glass, and he heard something that Chu Chu didn't want to tell him, so he smiled gratifiedly.

Zhuang Chuchu knew that she couldn't help herself, "Dad, I don't know what's wrong recently, I always want to escape, I'm afraid to see him, but I miss him again when I can't see him."

Father Zhuang looked at his preoccupied daughter, "Son, ask yourself if you still love him."

Zhuang Chuchu looked at her father firmly: "I love him, but I can't love him. Too many things happened between us, I really can't accept it."

"A good boy follows his own heart." Father Zhuang looked at Zhuang Chuchu with a smile.

Zhuang Chuchu grabbed the corner of his clothes, "However, many things happened that made me gradually lose my trust in him. I don't know if these things are true, but it's really painful to keep these things in my heart."

Father Zhuang's deep gaze was mixed with gentle warmth, "Chuchu, you have to remember that sometimes what you see and hear may not be the truth.

Since you don't know the truth of these things, why don't you choose to ask him?Don't trust outsiders, you have to trust your heart, maybe they misled you? "

Zhuang Chuchu bit her lips when she heard her father's words, "Yeah, why didn't I ask him face to face?"

Zhuang's father blinked slightly, "Son, if you love him, then please trust him, trust the person you love, and don't trust others' words."

Hope appeared in Zhuang Chuchu's eyes, "Dad, you are right, I should choose to believe him."

"Chuchu, if you love him, please love him bravely, don't have regrets, and don't let yourself regret."

Zhuang Chuchu nodded firmly: "Well, Dad, I understand."

Zhuang's father looked at his daughter with relief.

"Okay, it's visiting time!" The prison guard's voice reached Zhuang Chuchu's ears.