The Rebirth of the National Goddess

"Qingqing, you have grown up now, and you should know the truth of the matter. In the future, if you want to find your biological parents, your mother will not stop you, as long as you still remember me as a mother, even if you Just treat me as your aunt..." At this point, Mrs. Mo couldn't help crying.

"Mom," Mo Qingyi burst into tears and hugged Mrs. Mo, "Stop talking, you will always be my mother, and I will never leave you..."

The grace of nurturing is greater than the sky.

The so-called biological parents had nothing to do with her from the moment they decided to abandon her.

"Good boy," Mrs. Mo's wet eyes flashed with relief.

Although she will respect Mo Qingyi's choice, if Mo Qingyi really chooses to leave her and embark on the road of looking for relatives, she still has some unacceptable.

After all, she has raised her daughter for eighteen years. After all these years, she has long regarded Mo Qingyi as her own daughter.

"Qingqing, these are all your belongings when you were a child. Mom has kept them until today. From now on, you can keep them by yourself, as a souvenir." Then, Mrs. Mo handed those things to Mo In front of Qing Yi.

A piece of red paper, a yellowed plastic feeding bottle, and a set of baby clothes.

There is a line of delicate handwriting written on the red paper: This girl was born on the eighth day of the winter month in the year of Bingxu.

There are only fifteen cold words, nothing else.

Looking at these things, Mo Qingyi didn't know what to think, but tears kept streaming down her face.

**

Huagui Garden.

When Chu Jin returned from running, Mr. Mo was serving breakfast in the restaurant.

He was wearing a clean white shirt and straight handmade suit pants on his lower body. The cuffs were neatly rolled up a few times, revealing a strong arm and a hard and luminous wrist watch.

The second button of the white shirt was not buttoned, revealing a sexy Adam's apple.

The whole person gives people a feeling of aloofness and coldness, which is incompatible with restaurants full of smoke and fire.

Seeing Chu Jin come in, Mr. Mo said without raising his head, "Wash your hands and prepare to eat." His tone was natural, giving Chu Jin the illusion that they had lived like this for a long time.

"I'm going to take a shower, you eat first." Before Mr. Mo could answer, Chu Jin stretched out his hands, climbed over the wooden stair railing, and rolled onto the steps of the spiral staircase. The breeze brought up a flying black hair, and she just disappeared. At the corner of the stairs.

Mr. Mo looked at her disappearing back, and the corner of his mouth curled into a slight arc. In an instant, the sky and the earth paled, and the ice and snow melted. However, this smile disappeared quickly.

About fifteen minutes later, Chu Jin went downstairs. She was wearing a white T-shirt and cropped ripped jeans today. Her legs looked thin, long and well-proportioned. She was wearing a pair of white sneakers, revealing her delicate white ankles.

The young girl in front of her is youthful, agile, yet charming, with a frown and a smile of her own.

Mo Zhixuan's gaze flickered, then he looked away calmly and poured milk into the glass, "Come over for dinner soon." His tone was low.

"Oh, here we come." Chu Jin walked over quickly, only to see that breakfast was already set on the table.

The breakfast is very simple, white porridge, egg fritters, milk, and a plate of cold hot and sour fungus.

Mrs. Zhang hasn't come over yet. It seems that Mr. Mo prepared these things himself.

Mr. Mo sat on the other side of the dining table, and did not move his chopsticks ahead of time, but was waiting for her. Seeing her sit down, he cracked an egg lightly. After removing the shell, he put the egg white in Chu Jin's bowl. The egg yolk was eaten by him in one gulp.

Chu Jin looked at him in surprise, how did this man know that he didn't eat egg yolks?

My heart is inexplicably warm.

When I was young, only my grandmother could treat me so well.

It's a pity that she didn't know people clearly, which disappointed her grandma.

Mr. Mo ate quietly and elegantly. The porridge and side dishes gave him a sense of luxurious western food. He was not like other people, because he cooked a meal and peeled an egg for his fiancée, and he talked all kinds of things. , self-satisfied, all kinds of invitations for credit, a man like him has always kept his emotions out of his mouth, no matter what he does, he always just does it and doesn't talk about it, as stable as Mount Tai.

Such a person is either not emotional, but once he is emotional and puts his heart into it, he will sink into the mud. He will only recognize this person in this life, and no matter what, nothing can make him empathize.

For a lifetime, so far alone.

After dinner, Chu Jin went to wash the dishes, but was disgusted by Mr. Mo, "Don't make trouble, these are fragile items, go and play with Xiaobai."

Xiaobai meowed out of face, and stared at Chu Jin with big eyes.

Chu Jin: "..." She said it as if she was a mentally handicapped child.

Perhaps because he was older than her, Mr. Mo always wanted to do many things by himself, but he didn't want her to do it himself, which would make her feel a little wronged.

He has no experience in love, doesn't know how to get along with girls, and can't speak sweet words. The only thing he can do is to pamper her and pamper her.

Chu Jin did not leave the kitchen, but stood aside silently watching Mr. Mo wash the dishes.

The white shirt was still clean and dust-free, without any stains. At this moment, he didn't look like he was in a kitchen full of oily smoke, but more like a business king on the battlefield, giving advice.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have believed that the majestic head of the Mo family would devote himself to dealing with pots and pans in the kitchen.

Especially those people in the supernatural world, if they saw Mo Zhixuan like this, they would probably be so surprised that their jaws would drop.

Chu Jin walked over, gently wrapped his arms around Mr. Mo's thin waist, and put his face on his back, "Mr. Mo, thank you for your hard work."

There is a kind of person in this world, even if he can only see his back, he will feel at ease.

It doesn't matter whether it's raining or snowing, with him, it's sunny.

After feeling the continuous temperature coming from himself, Mr. Mo's whole body was obviously stiff, and then he dried the bowl in his hand and put it in the disinfection cabinet, then reached out to hold the hand at his waist, The big hands tightly wrapped those soft and boneless hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's really hard work, so how are you going to repay me?"

Chu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, and wanted to loosen his waist, but his hands were held tighter by him, "Then how do you want me to repay you?"

"Why not," Mo Zhixuan had a smile in his eyes, turned around, raised his hand to raise her chin, his eyes met each other, the beautiful pupils were shimmering like stars, pure yet charming, seductive and flirtatious, Mr. Mo panicked for a moment, and immediately leaned over to press down. His exquisite facial features, which were as exquisite as carvings, were infinitely magnified in front of his eyes, "A promise with your body?"

Seeing that thin lips were about to fall on her own, Chu Jin tilted his head and gently pushed him away, his jade-like face was stained with a layer of light rouge, "Mr. Mo, your face tells me that it I don't want you anymore." After the words fell, he hurried out of the kitchen.

Mr. Mo looked at her back, and a layer of warmth appeared in his abyss-like eyes. He turned around and put the dishes and chopsticks away, put his hands in his pockets, and left the kitchen.

In the living room, Chu Jin was preparing to go out with a black backpack in one hand and a mobile phone in the other.

"Where are you going?" Mo Zhixuan followed, lowering his eyes and buttoning the cuff buttons. It was a simple and casual action, but it made him interpret a kind of aristocratic demeanor that cannot be ignored.

But in the blink of an eye, he returned to his mature and stable appearance after thousands of sails.

"Go to the hospital to see my mother." Chu Jin raised his eyes and glanced at him, his voice clear and shallow.

Mo Zhixuan was stunned for a moment, then regained his composure, picked up the car keys on the coffee table, "I'll go with you."

"You don't have to go to the company today?" Chu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, is Mo Shi so free?

Mo Zhixuan's expression was natural, and his tone was still low, "Compared with the company, it's more important to look at the mother-in-law." These words seemed to come easily, but also seemed to be the end of love.

Chu Jin didn't speak, and the roots of his ears were a little hot, but Mo Zhixuan suddenly stepped forward, shortened the distance between them, and held her right hand, "Don't be dazed, let's go."

The black Bugatti Veyron quietly parked in the parking space next to the villa.

Just like its owner, it is so low-key and mysterious, and it reflects the dazzling light under the sun.

Even though it was hot and dry June, the interior of the car was unusually cool, as if the air conditioner was turned on.

After getting in the car, the man started the engine and asked, "Which hospital does auntie live in?"

"The First People's Hospital of the city." Chu Jin raised his hand and brushed the broken hair from his forehead behind his ears.

Fragments of sunlight penetrated the windshield and evenly sprinkled on her body, as if casting a halo on her, reflecting the faint starlight in her eyes. Three thousand blue hairs were tied behind her head, revealing a smooth and full forehead. The appearance was extremely well-behaved, Mo Zhixuan couldn't hold back and rubbed her head with a hand before driving away.