Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

There were a lot of people present, there were a lot of Mo's servants around, and Seasonal Warm couldn't ask anything, so he pulled his eyes back and pushed the old man to sit at the table.

“Grandpa, don't be too angry during the weekday, don't always be angry with our young people, or pay attention to your body.” Seasonal Warm takes the old man to the table and tells the servant he can serve.

Dinner had just been prepared in the kitchen, waiting for the old man.

Seasonal Warm thought that Murpherine's mother and daughter would come to dinner together, and the maid went to get someone and came back alone. "They said they had had something to eat this afternoon, they weren't hungry, so they didn't come to eat tonight. ”

Grandpa Mo didn't say much, just smiled and let Season Warm sit next to him quickly.

Because the old man always likes to drink a few small drinks while eating, but he can't drink them because he's not feeling well yet, but he really wants to drink them. Oberson intends to move a pot of Mo's aged medicine to the old man's place to drink it, the medicine will make up for his body, and there's nothing wrong with drinking less.

Seasonal Warm was not in a hurry to sit down, avoiding the dark eyes of Ink, and when he saw Ober go out, he quickly followed him out to help.

Oberson followed Seasonal Warm out, laughing and picking up a pot of medicine and saying, “How much is this small pot of wine? I can take it myself and suddenly follow it out. What do you want to ask me? ”

Season Warm laughed: "Ober, I'm really here to help. ”

Ober laughed, didn't say much, just walked back with her and said: “I know what you want to ask. Three years ago, the old man couldn't wait for you to meet him. After you flew to London, Mr. Mo didn't explain what the contradiction between you was. Just said that the divorce was his decision. You were forced away by him. It wasn't your fault that everything wasn't your fault, even if it was your last resort to the Mo family. The old man lifted his cane directly and hit Mr. Mo. The dozen times were all sturdy on his back. The cane of the Red Heart Wood was hard and sturdy, and it broke directly in the end. You said how hard he had to hit...”

The warm footsteps of the season suddenly pause.

“I was watching beside him at the time, I couldn't stop him, the old man was angry, Mr. Mo put everything on himself again, he stood there and didn't say anything, he didn't duck away, the old man pulled up a cane and smashed it on his back, he didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows, until finally the cane broke, the old man sat down angrily, when Mr. Mo left, I saw his shirt soaked, even if it didn't reach the point of skin peeling, it would definitely not go anywhere...”

Seasonal warmth drooped his eyes and his heart instantly felt like it had been stung by something.

Deep in Mo Jing's back are old wounds falling in Cambodia and Los Angeles. Even though the wounds have healed, they cannot withstand that kind of destruction. Three years ago, it was actually only a few months before his wound healed. The old man hit him in the back with a cane. It is estimated that some of the especially serious old wounds will collapse, and the shirt will be stained, which means that it is really the wounds that were beaten to pieces by the hard life.

The kind of pain where the bones are attached to the flesh, just imagine how much it hurts.

Ober sighed again: “Since I was a kid, the old man never hit him, but for your sake, he interrupted the crutches directly... hey...”

Season-warming footsteps stopped outside the front hall door, that's all Oberster should have said. Thinking about it, he didn't keep talking, didn't push her in, and walked straight into the front hall with a glass of wine.

Seasonal warmth is a little confusing.

The echoing eyes in his ears reflected the depth of the ink that had once existed. He said that trust was the foundation of marriage, that he would never divorce, but he finally pushed her away and said that the depth of the ink that had promised her was dead.

So he was no longer the man she believed to be in love with, or the man who could spare her life for her, or the man who broke the curfew in Cambodia because of her.

He said he had died in the accident.

Even though she knew it was fake, she gradually made herself believe it over the next three years.

Just think of him as a man with exactly the same face as the old Ink View.

That's all.

But Ober told her that three years ago, after she left, Mo Jingshen was beaten to death by the old man, who himself admitted that he had forced her away.

Seasonwarm looked at the bright front room, then came back from the outside strictly, and saw Seasonwarm standing outside the door like a statue, lifting her hand in front of her twice: “Warm sister? What are you doing here? What are you doing outside? Hey, mosquitoes? ”

Season Warm looked back at him and said, "Where have you been? ”

“I went to the door of Ink Mansion to see and familiarize myself with the environment from here to outside. If anything happens here, I can take you with me anytime. Isn't it the duty of the bodyguard? ”

“What can I do here? It's safe in Mo's house. You don't have to be too busy getting acquainted with the environment. Take a break. ”

“Ah? Are you really familiar with this place? Are you really Mrs. Mo... aren't you single, Warm? ”

Seasonwarm mouth punched, pushed people back to the front hall, made him rush to eat. A tall young man was pushed by her “oops”. This finally went in. Seasonwarm glanced inside and turned around and walked down the stairs in front of the front hall door. He panicked. He wanted to turn around outside and get some air.

Just went around the shade behind the front hall and suddenly heard someone talking, sounded familiar, the warm footsteps of the season stopped, instincts stood behind a thicker trunk.

“See? That season warm really came back, I thought she had nothing to do with the Mo family, I didn't think the old man had just left the hospital and she came here!” Murpherine's voice is very low: “Did you see that outside the front room? The old man kept dragging Season Warm's hand, as if she were still his granddaughter-in-law! ”

“Mom, did you pull me out to watch the season warm?” Mugatron's low voice is still that quiet, cowardly, self-righteous tone.

“I'm letting you see the truth, the warmth of the season is definitely bad for the visitors. Have you forgotten what we do at Mo's? Just to barely find someone to live here for a few years? Who knows how long the old man will live? If he's gone, the Mozis won't be able to hold us.” Murpherine whispered: “Jing Shen hasn't come back for a long time either. It's rare that the old man just got out of the hospital yesterday. Jing Shen finally went back to Mo's house yesterday. Last night I asked you to go to his room to talk to him, and you didn't listen to her, did you? That's how Season Warm killed us today! If you continue to be so weak, Jingshen will be robbed by this woman again...”