And...... His mother should be the eldest and youngest grandmother of the Mo family, who would dare to kill such a person?

"Haven't you heard a word?" Mo Nanjue frowned, "revenge." ”

"Yes, but?"

"As the name suggests, revenge is for revenge," his eyes were dim, "if hatred can never be cleared, what is the use of revenge?"

“……”

Hate can never be cleared...... What kind of hatred should that be?

Tong Ran looked at him stunned, tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes, "Your mother...... When did you die?"

The man knew what she was going to ask, he was afraid that if he continued to talk about it, Tong Ran would not be able to stand it when he heard it, "If you want me to talk about needle, I have already finished speaking." ”

"But ......"

"You woman, why do you cry endlessly?"

Mo Nanjue glanced at her, the man pulled the topic away, obviously unwilling to say more, he reached out to grab her face, pulled it to himself, and then his thin lips came up, little by little, kissed all her tears.

His lips are cold, but the kiss is hot, the ice and fire are two heavens, it is extremely tender and sweet, but Tong Ran has no strength to respond.

She let him kiss motionlessly, and the whole person was still in extreme shock and couldn't come back to her senses.

He has such a prominent family background, and the Mo family is powerful, but as the heir, his childhood was so cruel and bloody......

No, it can't be said to be childhood, it's just a fight between wealthy families......

The winner is king, and the loser goes to the ground.

Mo Nanjue usually doesn't talk much, and what he said tonight is almost the same as what he usually says for most of the month, Tong Ran sat on the edge of the bed, and the man stepped back after kissing and leaned back again.

She stared at him with lowered eyes, if he hadn't said it, she couldn't have imagined that under his appearance and identity like a son of heaven, there were such heavy shackles buried!

She never knew that under those huge and powerful families, there were such cruel and cold-blooded survival rules!

Tong Ran moved, her jade-like slender fingers caressed his handsome eyebrows, she had never felt so sorry for him for a moment, "Lord Monan...... It hurts, doesn't it?"

"It doesn't hurt," the man met her eyes, the corners of his mouth curled, "this is my life, I'm used to it." ”

"Destiny ......"

Does such a superior person's first-class life have to pay such a big price?

Tong Ran pursed her lips, she didn't turn her head, Mo Nanjue thought she was going to the bathroom to cry again, so she frowned, "You woman, you can't stop ......"

Before he finished speaking, Tong Ran suddenly turned around, leaned down, wrapped his arms around his neck, and hugged him tightly.

Mo Nanjue was stunned, her handsome face was pressed on her shoulder, and no woman had ever hugged him like this, in my impression, this was the hugging posture he would have for her, his hand was raised, and he wanted to fall on her waist several times, but he still hung down.

He didn't move, just let her hold it like this.

Tong Ran's cheek was against his short hair, she reached out and stroked his back, one by one, patting it very softly, and her voice was also gentle as she had never been, "Mo Nanjue, it's all in the past, you don't want to think about it in the future, forget about it......"

The man's back stiffened.

This woman...... Was it to comfort him?

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you to say this, I shouldn't have made you remember this, it's my fault......"