Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

On Friday, he turned his head and glanced at Song Ci. Seeing that Song Ci's expression was unusually serious, she knew that this girl had understood what he meant. "So, do you believe it?"

Song Ci kicked the ball and threw the question to Friday, "Uncle Zhou, do you believe it?"

On Friday, he shook the soot and said: "I didn't believe it before, but now, I believe it." He stared at Song Ci's unpredictable face and smiled, "Do you believe it or do you not?"

Song Ci believes it, but when he thinks that if Han Zhan is really the reincarnation of Taiping Emperor, then he has loved another woman with all his heart in his previous life, and that woman is still so good, Song Ci feels uncomfortable.

She snorted and said, "I don't believe it!"

At this moment, Mo Zhang Kuang walked out of the house and stood in front of his small yard. He saw Song Ci still talking to Friday, and he laughed and cursed: "Song Fei, what are you doing? Come up soon!"

Song Ci heard Mo Zhang Kuang's full-fledged shout, and quickly threw the lighter to Friday, "Leave Uncle Zhou, and talk to you at night!"

Song Ci ran away on her bicycle.

Biting a cigarette **** on Friday, staring at Song Ci's back, he snorted inexplicably.

As soon as Song Ci arrived at Mo Zhangkang's place, he saw Mo Zhangkang changing his shoes. "Teacher, is this going out?"

"Go to Xishan." Mo Zhang Kuang answered such a short three words, but Song Ci's heart sank.

What to do in Xishan? Obviously not to pick the spirit fruit.

Song Ci followed Mo Zhangkang to Xishan with great thoughts. When he went, Mo Zhangkang took a white jade Guanyin bottle from the Bogu shelf.

Mo Zhang Kuang took Song Ci into the back mountain of Xishan. After turning on the light, Mo Zhang Kuang led Song Ci directly to the corridor on the second floor and stood at the door of the cell where the medicine mother was held.

Nangong Yingying sat on the bed with her back leaning against the wall, her head lowered, she didn't know if she was sleeping, or she passed out without feeling well.

Among the prescriptions that Mo Zhang Kuang handed over to Song Ci, there was a medicine that needed the medicine person's blood, but he found that Song Ci had never come to collect blood.

As the young master of the Mo family, Song Ci couldn't be so soft-hearted. If she did not come, Mo Zhang Kuang could only bring her.

Mo Zhang Kuang stuffed the Guanyin bottle into Song Porcelain's arms, with a domineering tone that couldn't hold his beak, "Song Fei, go get blood!"

Song Ci hurriedly grasped the Guanyin bottle, feeling the jade bottle in his hand extremely cold.

Seeing Song Ci's slow motion, Mo Zhang Kuang couldn't help but sneered and asked: "Why? Can't bear it?"

Song Ci confessed directly, "Yes, I think that a doctor's vocation is to save people. Teacher, it is difficult for me to accept what you asked me to do."

Song Ci openly questioned Mo's arrogance, but it was in line with her identity.

After all, she is a virus expert, what she used to do is to save humanity. Asking her to take a woman's blood for medicine is tantamount to murder.

It's strange that "Song Fei" is willing to do it.

Mo Zhang Kuang also understood that it was indeed difficult for'Song Fei' to recognize their ideas and correct her attitude towards Medicine People.

However, all the word-of-mouth medicines produced by the Mo nationality require the blood of the medicine man, and she has to do so.

Mo Zhang Kuang put his pleated hand on Song Ci's shoulder gently, and he said earnestly: "Song Fei, you have to understand that if you hurt one person, you can save countless people. worth it."

"I know you won't approve of our approach, but when you see people who have been suffering from illness and have lived in painful lives all their lives, taking my Mo family medicine and regaining their health, you will know. It's all worth it."

"Song Fei." Mo Zhang Kuang squeezed Song Ci's thin shoulders and told her: "As the young master of the Mo family, you must do this!"

Song Ci lowered his head, watching his expression, as if he was successfully persuaded by Mo Zhang Kuang.

When Mo Zhang Kuang said this, Nangong Yingying finally raised her head. She stared at Song Ci and Mo Zhang Kuang with her muddy old eyes, her lips moisted for a moment before she sneered and cursed: "Old dog."

"Listen, your mouthful of benevolence, justice and morality, fraternity without boundaries, is really ironic!"

"The need to use my blood to improve the efficacy of the medicine can only show that your Mo Family's medical skills are not high enough! Mo Family is just a group of evil spirits!"

Mo Zhang Kuang heard these words of Nangong Yingying, fearing that her words would affect Song Ci's mood, so he pushed Song Ci hard and pushed Song Ci into the cage. "Song Fei, hurry up, it's hard to make a big deal!"

Song Ci staggered a few steps before standing still.

She stood in front of the mother-in-law Yao, blocking the arrogant gaze behind her. Song Ci stared at the medicine mother-in-law with tears in her eyes, her hand shaking the jade bottle.

The expression in Nangong Yingying's eyes was full of love.

Song Ci said very quietly, "Grandma, I'm sorry..."

Nangong Yingying understood Song Ci's lips, she was afraid that Song Ci could not let it go, and she was afraid that Song Ci's identity as a medicine man would be discovered by Mo arrogantly. With a cruel heart, Nangong Yingying moved her lips and cheeks a few times, then opened her mouth and spit at Song Ci!

"Pooh!"

Song Ci was taken aback and heard Nangong Yingying yelling: "You are not a good thing to be able to worship the beast that Mo Zhang Kuang as a master! The little girl looks like a human, but she is heartless!"

"Dog stuff, come on, pump my old lady's blood!" Nangong Yingying's voice sounded full of anger, but the eyes she looked at Song Ci were kind and tolerant.

After cursing, Nangong Yingying silently said to Song Ci with her lips: "Child, do it."

Song Ci understood her grandma's lips, and her heart was cut. She wanted to turn around and stabbed Mo Zhang Kuang to death, but she knew very well that killing Mo Zhang Kuang alone would not save Grandma.

There is a dead man who is not arrogant, there is also a Mo Suixin, Mo Suiyun...

Song Ciqiang endured the heartache and squatted down to look at the medicine mother-in-law. She pretended to be angry and scolded the medicine mother-in-law: "Shut up the old thing! We do this to save other people's lives! Patriarch is a person with great love, you Don't slander him!"

Granny Yao was about to be disgusted by Song Ci's words. She glanced at Mo Zhang Kuang in the corridor and cursed sharply: "Mo Zhang Kuang, the heart is smaller than a pinhole, does he still have fraternity?"

"Compared to his brother, he is not a shit!"

Mother Yao's words really irritated me to madness. Even if he was eighty years old, Mo Qingkuang was still the inverse scale in Mo Zhangkuang's heart, and no one could mention it. Who mentions who he hates.

Mo frowned and urged Song Ci: "Song Fei, hurry up, don't talk nonsense with her!"

Weeping, Song Ci lowered her head, ignoring her mother-in-law's struggle and untied the hose from her arm.

The air slid in through the hose, and immediately there was blood flowing out of Yaoma's body. Song Ci was busy catching the blood with the Guanyin bottle.

Unable to watch this scene, he stared at his toes and cried silently.

Nangong Yingying noticed that Song Ci was crying, and she swept Mo Zhangkang's attention away when Mo Zhangkuang walked in. She was afraid that Mo Zhangkang would become suspicious when she saw Song Ci’s tears. She suddenly raised her other hand and pressed it firmly on Song Ci’s face. on.

"I remember your face, and I won't let you go if I die!" She said the most vicious words on her mouth, but she wiped Song Ci's tears with an unusually gentle motion.

"Song Fei, don't pay attention to her." Mo Zhang Kuang did not know when he had already walked behind Song Ci.

Song Ci heard Mo mad voice, his back straightened suddenly. She lowered her head, not daring to see grandma. After a long time, she heard Mo Zhang Kuang say: "It's okay."

Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly plugged the hose and capped the Guanyin bottle before she stood up.

Looking down at the frail Nangong Yingying, Song Ci tilted her head and asked Mo arrogantly: "Will Granny Yao die?" They just took away a lot of blood from Granny Yao.

Mo Zhang Kuang shook his head, "People are not that easy to die. Let's go, you have to go to make medicine." Mo Zhang Kuang turned around and left.

Fearing that it would cause Mo Zhang Kuang's suspicion, Song Ci did not dare to look at Nangong Yingying again, and walked behind Mo Zhang Kuang.

Walking out of the prison in the back mountain, Song Ci saw Mo Zhang Kuang take out his mobile phone to call the person who took care of Nangong Yingying, instructing him to make more blood-filling food and send it to Nangong Yingying.

In doing so, they basically regarded Nangong Yingying as a beast, a beast that was raised in captivity and let them use it! She has no human rights, no freedom, and all her life is desperate.

At that moment, Song Ci suddenly hoped that Nangong Yingying would die like this.

To die is to be liberated.

After leaving Xishan and talking to Mo Zhang Kuang, Song Ci went back to the pharmaceutical factory. She used a straw to take some blood and put it into the small pellets. Song Ci smelled the familiar smell of medicine that made her nauseous, and tears filled her eyes again.

In the evening, when Song Ci returned to the dormitory, she was a little bit unconscious.

Because Han Zhan lived in the dormitory building, the cafeteria condemned people to deliver food to the dormitory building. Neither Han Zhan nor Song Fei had dinner, and they were waiting for Song Ci to come back to eat together.

Han Zhan and Song Fei both frowned when they saw Song Ci's unconsciousness. "What's the matter with you, Song Ci?" Song Fei thought someone had bullied Song Ci.

Song Ci sat down at the dining table and found that there was a vegetable soup made from pig blood in the food tonight. Thinking of what happened this morning, Song Ci suddenly stood up and quickly ran towards the public toilet on the first floor.

Hearing Song Ci's vomiting movement, Song Fei's expression was startled. She turned her head slowly and asked Han Zhan, "Are you planning to have a second child?"

Han Zhan stared at Song Fei with a cold eye, "If she is pregnant now, his father is from the Mo ethnic group." Song Ci and Han Zhan had been separated for two months before, and Song Ci could not be pregnant. If she became pregnant, it would be. Derailed.

It was impossible for Song Ci to have children with other men, and Song Fei frowned further. "Then what's wrong?"

Han Zhan just noticed it carefully. Song Ci showed that painful expression only after seeing the bowl of pig blood soup. Han Zhan stood up and walked quickly to the toilet.

After recuperating in the valley for a few days, Han Zhan’s injury on his leg was almost healed, and his walking speed was much faster.

As soon as he approached the toilet, he saw Song Ci taking a handful of water with both hands. She drank the sip of water and rinsed her mouth gruntingly before vomiting them out.

After doing this several times, Song Ci raised her head and stared at herself in the mirror.

Because of vomiting, the tails of her eyes turned red, and her slender and charming eyes added a dim and pitiful feeling of weakness. Seeing Han Zhan standing silently behind him, Song Ci twitched his mouth toward himself in the mirror.

Obviously laughing, but pitifully makes people want to hug her.

Han Zhan didn't ask what happened to her today, he just turned Song Ci around and held her in his arms. "Leaning in my arms will make you feel better."

Song Ci smelled the faint woody perfume smell on Han Zhan's body, and her guilt and restless heart gradually relaxed.

"Han Zhan."

Song Ci grabbed the hem of Han Zhan's waist, so hard that her knuckles were turning white.

"Han Zhan, I went to Houshan today. I personally took my grandma's blood..." Song Ci's tears wet Han Zhan's mind.

It turned out to be so.

Han Zhan held Song Ci's head with his big palm. He said, "Don't feel guilty, don't feel sad, you must be stronger. Song Ci, if you bear it, we will be able to rescue grandma soon."

"What you are doing now is not what you intended, so you don't need to feel guilty."

What Han Zhan said is reasonable, but why is Song Ci not ashamed?

She went to the hospital to take a few tubes of blood for laboratory tests, and Han Zhan was distressed to death. And she took away a bottle of grandma's blood today!

Song Fei also came quietly. She heard her sister's helpless cry, and thought of the experience of Grandma Houshan, her heart that was still somewhat hesitant became harder.

After Song Ci returned to the house to rest, Song Fei called Han Zhan, and she said, "If Mo Xunxin does not follow the plot we envisioned, then Han Zhan, I will do it myself."

Han Zhan knew that Song Fei had become impatient.

He said: "Don't worry, he will do that."

Song Fei: "It's best."

-

Mo Fengying and Mo Yang arrived in Dali that afternoon.

They booked a B&B hotel on Jinsuo Island online in advance, and the mother and daughter shared a room.

A housekeeper personally came to pick up their mother and daughter to Jinsuo Island. When they arrived at the accommodation, Mo Yang sorted things out, changed clothes, put on slippers, walked to the balcony and sat down on the lounge chair.

She quietly stared at the picturesque Erhai Lake outside the glass, wandering for a while.

That kid, she's on Jinsuo Island now, she's out for a stroll now, maybe she can still see him.

Mo Fengying was very excited when she traveled far for the first time. She put on a beautiful dress and braided her hair while standing in front of the mirror.

Mo Fengying's face is small and exquisite, very suitable for double braids. She tied her braids, took a fresh camellia and walked to Mo Yang's side and squatted down.

"Mom, put flowers in my hair."

"it is good."

Mo Yang took the flower and stared at Mo Fengying's cheek and hairstyle for a moment, then pinned the camellia to the left of her head.

Mo Fengying ran in front of the mirror and turned around, feeling that it was so beautiful, and only then showed a happy smile. She took out the phone and took a photo, and sent it to Mo Suixin.

After receiving the picture, Mo Suixin immediately made a video call. The mother and daughter chatted with Mo Suixin for a long time, until the meal arrived, they hung up the video.

Mo Fengying is so good-looking that she wants to go out for dinner, take some photos, and then visit the Erhai Lake at night.

"Mom, go eat."

"it is good."

Mo Yang picked up a pearl clutch and followed Mo Fengying to the restaurant for dinner. Mo Fengying was really happy, and she kept chatting at the dinner table. Xu was in a good mood. After she arrived at Jinsuo Island, she hadn't coughed much.

Mo Yang was absent-minded and rarely agreed with her words.

Mo Fengying found out, so she stopped talking and looked at her mother suspiciously, "Mom, are you unhappy?"

Since getting on the plane, Mo Fengying noticed that her mother's words became less, which was unusual.

Like Mo Fengying, Mo Yang has hardly traveled alone. Every time she goes out, she is accompanied by her father. Finally able to travel alone, Mo Yang shouldn't have this attitude.

Mo Yang put down the knife and fork in his hand, picked up the goblet, and took a sip of champagne.

She cast her eyes on the rocks on the coast ahead.

There, a group of tourists are playing in the water and taking pictures by the reef.

And a handsome young man sat on the ground, with a drawing board in front of him and oil painting materials beside him. A few little girls surrounded the youth. What attracted the little girl was not the paintings made by the young man, but the handsome cheeks of the young man.

Mo Yang looked at the young man's face, as if thinking that time traveled back more than twenty years ago.

At that time, Qi Tingxue was also at such a beautiful age. She was wearing a light gray plaid shirt and appeared in front of Mo Yang for the first time. Mo Yang heard her heart beating faster.

"Mom!" Mo Fengying called her in surprise.

Mo Fengying came back to his senses and asked Mo Fengying: "What's wrong?

Mo Fengying pointed to the young man on the reef and said in surprise: "Mom, you even peeked at the handsome guy outside with your dad on your back, and you were still staring!"

"Mom, you wake up, people are about the same age as me, and they are far behind you."

Mo Yang couldn't laugh or cry, "It's not what you think."

"What's that like? You just looked at the other person's eyes, but you are focused. I have never seen you see my dad like that." Mo Fengying got the truth.

Mo Yang hesitated. Do you want to tell Mo Fengying that she still has a brother?

"Mom, do you have something to say?" Mo Fengying saw that Mo Yang was hesitant to speak, and said, "If you want to say it, just tell me, there is no one else here."

Mo Yang thought, too.

It is impossible to hide this matter. Instead of waiting for Mo Fengying to find out and quarreling with her, it is better to confess. Mo Yang figured it out, then put down the cup in his hand and looked at his daughter seriously.

Mo Fengying subconsciously sat up straight, "What are you going to say?"

"Fengying, you actually have an older brother."

Mo Fengying:!

If Mo Yang didn't speak, he would shake out such a big surprise when he said it, and Mo Fengying was completely blinded. She asked in confusion: "I still have a brother? Why didn't I hear you tell my father?"

She didn't remember that she had an older brother. If she really had an older brother, then the position of Young Master Mo family would not be her turn.

Mo Yang bit his lip and said hesitantly: "He is your half-brother."

All the knives and forks in Mo Fengying's hand fell on the table. At this moment, her mind was messed up.

After a long while, Mo Fengying recovered her sanity. Obviously there are no outsiders here, but Mo Fengying lowered her voice. She asked Mo Yang, "Does my father know about this?"

Seeing Mo Yang nodding, Mo Fengying breathed a sigh of relief. "When did it happen? Isn't your first love with my dad? How could you... have children with someone else?"

"It happened when I was in college." Mo Yang spent some time telling Mo Fengying about her relationship with Qi Tingxue and Mo Suixin.

Mo Fengying heard a story full of love and hatred from Mo Yang's dictation. And this story directly subverted all of Mo Fengying's cognition.

She thinks that her parents with deep feelings are just a cause of fate that her father grabbed. She thought she was the crystallization of her parents' love, but she didn't know that she was just a small burden created by her father to keep her mother.

The food in front of me was exquisitely presented and delicious, but Mo Fengying had no appetite at all.

"Then listen to the snow, do you die?"

"...Ok."

Mo Yang was full of grief. She took a sip of her wine and said, "When I was pregnant with your brother, it was only six months. Qi Tingxue lost money because of the exhibition, and became mentally abnormal. When I was about to give birth, he suddenly Go crazy and jump off the balcony..."

"At that time, I always thought that his death was a mental disorder caused by a lot of pressure. I still insisted on giving birth to the child. During the confinement period, Mo Xun found me."

"At that time, I had no money. I gave birth to your brother, and I don’t know how to raise him in the future. Mo Xunxian told me that as long as I am willing to marry him from the Hui, he will find a good one for my child. Family, the child will be very promising in the future."

"Considering that I really can't train that child to become a talent by myself, I agreed. I was only a few days away from confinement, and your brother was taken away by Mo Xuxin and sent to a rich family."

"One year after marriage, I was pregnant with you. I knew that on the day of your first birthday banquet, I accidentally learned the truth about Qi Tingxue's death. It turns out that he was not mentally dysfunctional because of excessive stress, but Mo Feel free to give him a chronic poison that destroys the nervous system, making him a lunatic!"

Mo Yang talked about this secret past with tears in his eyes. "Fengying, your father does love me, but he is also the person who hurt me the most in this world."

He killed her lover and took her child away!

It was the first time Mo Fengying heard her mother talk about these past events, and she couldn't believe it was true. Her father has always been kind and kind. How could he kill people?

Mo Fengying's heart was so disturbed that he didn't know how to eat.

Out of the restaurant, Mo Yang suggested to take a walk around Erhai Beach. Mo Fengying had no objection. She was full of things in her mind at this time, and she was not in the mood to see anything.

As the mother and daughter walked, they came to the reef area. It was getting darker and darker and many tourists were ready to return to the hotel, but the young painter was still sitting on the reef, staring at the distant coastline in a daze.

Mo Fengying noticed that this little brother was the little brother that his mother had looked at frequently in the restaurant before, so she squatted down beside the youth and asked him, "What are you looking at?"

Qi Jun's thoughts were interrupted. He looked around in surprise and saw a pretty girl sitting beside him. He replied coldly: "I'm thinking, how to conceive a painting."

Mo Fengying stared at the finished picture on the drawing board, and said, "Your painting is very beautiful, do you sell it?"

Qi Jun stared at the painting in front of him and said nothing.

He is in Erhai Lake, but what he can paint is not the sea in front of him, but the forest under the night. The painting looks gloomy, and it makes people uncomfortable.

But this kind of painting is also appreciated by some people.

Qi Jun finally shook his head. He said, "Excuse me, this painting is a failed work." After finishing speaking, he tore off the painting directly.

Qi Jun turned around and prepared to leave, only to find a woman standing behind him.

The beautiful woman wore a light purple silk dress with her hair draped and a white shawl over her shoulders. She is wearing white high heels and standing on the reef, with a sense of beauty of independence.

Obviously it is not that amazing look, but it makes people love it when they see it.

Qi Jun smiled slightly at Mo Yang, and then wiped away.

After Qi Jun left, Mo Yang sat down with his legs together at the place where Qi Jun had sat before. "He is your brother."

Mo Fengying was taken aback.

After understanding what Mo Yang was talking about, Mo Fengying turned her head abruptly, but only saw a distant back. Mo Fengying asked Mo Yang: "Why don't you talk to him for a while? Even if you don't want to disturb his life now, you can talk for a while."

Mo Yang entangled her hands, she licked her lips and whispered: "I dare not..."

Mo Fengying raised her eyebrows.

She didn't become a mother and couldn't understand Mo Yang's mood.

Mo Yang said: "He lives in a happy and wealthy family. The people who grew up with him are his parents. And I am just a stranger. If my appearance makes him suspicious, break It would be bad for him to live a peaceful and happy life."

"I just want to see him, to see if he is tall, handsome, healthy or dull, I feel relieved."

Mo Fengying felt very uncomfortable when Mo Yang said this. She held Mo Yang's hand and said with a smile: "Then we will stay on this island for a few more days and look at him more."

The thoughtfulness of her daughter warms Mo Yang.

In the next few days, Mo Fengying took her bodyguard, Mo follow the wind, to play in various scenic spots in Dali, while Mo Yang stayed on Jinsuo Island, looking for a place that was not easy to be discovered, and secretly observing Qi. Jun.

That afternoon, Qi Jun walked into a coffee shop. He ordered a cup of coffee, then walked to a bookshelf and picked out a novel by Higashino Keigo, "Red Fingers."

Qi Jun found a sofa chair and sat down. He opened the book and read the novel intently.

And Mo Yang was hiding on the other side of the hollow partition, quietly watching Qi Jun reading.

Qi Jun's coffee came. He took a sip of the coffee and thought it tasted good, so he put down the coffee cup.

Qi Jun just read a book while drinking coffee.

Two hours later, Qi Jun finished "Red Finger". He finished his last sip of coffee that had cooled, and then stood up.

Mo Yang thought that Qi Jun was leaving, but Qi Jun bypassed the partition wall and walked straight to Mo Yang's coffee table.

In Mo Yang's surprised gaze, Qi Jun generously sat opposite her.

Qi Jun was magnanimous and quiet, and Mo Yang's heart was in turmoil.

"You..." Mo Yang opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Qi Jun smiled at her, he suddenly spoke, and said a thoughtless sentence, "When I was very young, my mother told me that I was their adopted child. Even so, they still loved me and loved me very much. They have never been harsh on me in terms of food and clothing, and they have high demands on me on the road of painting."

"When I was just learning to paint when I was a child, I lost my temper, lost paint, and smashed the easel. But under the supervision of my parents, I persevered and became a famous young painter."

"As you expected, I became a young and promising young man."

Qi Jun was smiling with tears in his eyes, and he said to Mo Yang: "I'm having a good time, you can rest assured."

Hearing these last words, Mo Yang suddenly covered his lips with his hand, bowed his head and sobbed.

Qi Jun was patient and gentle. He took out a soft tissue and handed it to Mo Yang.

Mo Yang took the tissue and wiped her tears. She cried for a while before she calmed down a bit.

Mo Yang sorted out his gaffe, and then smiled apologetically at Qi Jun. "Sorry, I lost my mind."

Qi Jun said, "No."

Mo Yang smiled, his eyes kept looking up, fearing tears would fall again. She endured it for a while. After the acid in her chest was dispelled, she asked Qi Jun, "Do you know my existence?"

Qi Jun nodded, "I know. Over the years, your mother, my grandmother, has been communicating with my family."

So from a young age, Qi Jun knew that his mother lived in a far away area of ​​Shu, and found a husband again and gave birth to a daughter.

He has not seen his mother, but he has a picture of his mother.

So the first time I saw Mo Yang a few days ago, Qi Jun recognized Mo Yang. These days, Qi Jun also found that Mo Yang was secretly paying attention to himself.

Qi Jun can understand what Mo Yang did back then. After all, in that era, it was not easy for a woman who gave birth to unmarried children to raise a child alone.

Although Qi Jun understands Mo Yang, he does not have strong feelings for Mo Yang. For Qi Jun, his mother is the gentle but stern woman in the family.

Knowing that his mother had been caring about Qi Jun all these years, and also told Qi Jun about himself, Mo Yang felt a little bit cried. Over the years, she has been blaming her mother for her cruelty. As everyone knows, her mother has been silently caring for her child.

Qi Jun stood up and bent over Mo Yang. "Ms. Mo." Qi Jun told her: "I can understand your choice back then, and I don't blame you, but I also forgive you for not being able to call mother to you. In order to reassure my parents, I will not Goodbye."

"Please forgive me!"

This is what Qi Jun thinks in his heart.

These words were undoubtedly Zhu Xin to Mo Yang. But the child does not blame himself, Mo Yang is already content.

She didn't plan to recognize Qi Jun either, it was fine now.

Mo Yang wiped away the tears that came out of her eyes again, she nodded and said, "Thank you, never complained about me."

Qi Jun still just looked at her gently.

Mo Yang said again: "Child, I wish you happiness and peace for the rest of your life. I..." Mo Yang turned to look away, choked and said, "I will pray for you."

Qi Jun said hello, then took his bag and left.

After staying in Jinsuo Island for so many days, he should have left when he saw someone he should have seen.

The day after Qi Jun left, Mo Yang and Mo Fengying also boarded the flight home. It was also on this day that Mo Suixin received many pictures. In each picture, Mo Yang and Qi Jun were present.

Mo Suixin gloomily looked at Qi Jun in the photo. He suddenly picked up the phone and dialed a call. The phone connected, and a weak but cruel male voice rang: "Patriarch Mo?"

"Mr. Zhong, I can treat your illness."

Hearing this, Mr. Zhong on the other end of the phone was ecstatic, but then I thought that Patriarch Mo had not been willing to treat himself before, and this suddenly changed his attitude. In all likelihood, he needs to be asked for something.

Mr. Zhong hesitated and asked: "Patriarch Mo, may I ask, what can I do for you?"

"Mr. Zhong is a wise man." Mo Suixin's mind flashed through Mo Yang's initiative to please him, flashed past the appearance of the young man, his face became more and more gloomy.

"I want someone to disappear from this world."

Mr. Zhong was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, and in the end, his desire to ask for life overcame his moral heart. "Who?"

"Qi Jun."

-

When Mo Yang and Mo Fengying came back, they brought large and small packages of gifts.

After getting off the helicopter and seeing Mo Suixin standing on the apron waiting for them, Mo Yang smiled and walked over and hugged Mo Suixin.

"As you wish, we are back."

Mo Suixin smiled and touched Mo Yang's hair, and asked her, "Have you fun?"

Mo Yang nodded and replied: "It's not bad, the environment there is very beautiful, if I have a chance, I want to go with you again."

Mo Xunxin promised: "There will be that opportunity."

Mo Fengying stood behind Mo Yang, quietly listening to her parents' mutual complaints.

If it had been in the past, Mo Fengying would only feel that his parents had deep feelings when he heard such words. But after knowing the grievances of her parents when she was young, when she heard these words, she felt that Mo Yang was deceiving Mo Suixin.

Mo Fengying felt sorry for her paranoid father.

Twisted melons are not sweet, and those forced to stay have no intentions. She understands the truth, why doesn't Dad understand?