My iceberg smiled

Chapter 602 I'm afraid you'll regret it

After returning to the villa.

Han Mochen threw himself into the kitchen work without saying a word.

He has high requirements for cooking.

He will remember all the flavors Han Qianxiao likes, and present them in the most perfect form.

……

Han Mochen in the kitchen rolled out the glutinous rice balls by himself, all kinds of fillings were ready, and he was ready to wrap them.

When he called Zhuo Qiu this afternoon to go to school to see Han Qianxiao's study, he was in a normal mood, but after that, he received another call.

It was Fang Ci calling.

Fang Ci said, "Mo Chen, your father...Uncle Han is out of prison."

At that time, Han Mochen wanted to hang up the phone, but Fang Ci said: "He is in very bad health. I arranged him in my hospital. He needs to be hospitalized. Your father is old and is in prison again." After struggling for so many years, Mo Chen, you..."

"You called just to tell me this?" Han Mochen's voice was as cold as ice, but if Fangci was in front of him at this moment, he would definitely notice that his hand holding the phone was trembling slightly.

"Mo Chen, listen to me, Uncle Han must have something to hide. I feel that there was something strange about your mother's death. When I went to visit the prison all these years, he always..."

"Enough!" Han Mochen roared in a low voice.

Fang Ci paused for a moment, but the phone did not hang up.

After a long time, he let out a breath and expressed his own conjecture: "Mo Chen, if I say... that the real cause of your mother's death was not Uncle Han, but someone else, would you believe me?"

"..."

"I was looking into it a few years ago, I'm sorry, Mo Chen, I kept it from you."

"..."

"I haven't told you all this time because I haven't found evidence yet. As your brother, I think I'm pretty useless except for medical aspects."

"..."

"I didn't say these words to provoke you deliberately, but I just didn't want the misunderstanding between you and Uncle Han to get deeper and deeper. I'm afraid..."

"..."

"I'm afraid that when Uncle Han really wants to leave one day, Mo Chen, you will regret it."

Han Mo Chen couldn't remember how he hung up the phone.

If you heard these contents before changing to the previous one, you must cut them off immediately.

But because the tone of the dialect this time was different from usual, Han Mochen accidentally listened to it a little more.

It's just that the more I listened, the more something in my heart kept churning, and the blood seemed to burst from my whole body.

There are some things that have been buried very deep, and at that moment, they will suddenly be dug up again.

The memory of the ten-year-old began to stir in his mind chaotically again.

When Han Mochen was in the villa in the afternoon, his throat hurt, just like the day when his mother strangled his neck and couldn't breathe.

He waited for a long time before trying to struggle out of that nightmare, and beads of sweat instantly covered his forehead.

At that moment, he desperately needed to see his closest relatives.

He wanted to be with them, he didn't want to be alone in the villa.

So, originally they should have waited for Zhuo Qiu to bring Han Qianxiao back, but Han Mochen hardly hesitated for a moment, and drove to Han Qianxiao's school.

Then, trying to pretend to be calm, he watched Zhuo Qiu lead the little thing out of the school gate.

It wasn't until that time that Han Mochen felt that his breathing was a little more stable, and then called Zhuo Qiu to cross the road and get in the car.

He seemed to complete the subsequent series of things in the instinctive state of his body.

including now...

He wrapped one glutinous rice ball one by one, trying hard to forget what he heard in the afternoon through busy body movements.

　Xiaobaobao's future father-in-law will be launched soon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)