36. The sadness of betrayal

Han Changyu suddenly leaned down, got closer, and said in a low voice: "Moyu, I ......" He said, but he suddenly choked up, and his hands pulled Han Moyu's shoulders vigorously, and the painful Han Moyu almost burst into tears.

Han Moyu was frightened and screamed, struggling hard to push him away. "Do you hate me that much?!" her voice was filled with horror, irritation, and desperation.

"You're going to kill me, you're going to kill Fauber, I'm going to avenge Fauber...... You wait, one day, I will stick the knife into your chest socket after all! You wait for me!" she slapped Han Changyu vigorously while crying.

Han Changyu hugged Han Moyu tightly in his arms and let out a long sigh. The anger in his eyes faded, and turned into a sadness: "Moyu...... I ,......" He wanted to say something, but he choked up and couldn't say it. After a long time, he let go of his hand.

At this time, Li Hanting came in. Han Changyu glanced at him and whispered, "You go down first!" Han Moyu was still crying, beating Han Changyu desperately, while shouting: "You are the murderer......"

"Stop!" Li Hanting stepped forward and grabbed Han Moyu's hand and shouted: "Do you know that Young Master Yu is still seriously injured now? He was ......injured by his wife in order to save you from forcibly breaking into Ning Mansion."

Han Moyu froze. She looked at Han Changyu in disbelief, but saw that Han Changyu's face was blue, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Han Changyu let go of his hand. Li Hanting hurriedly stepped up to support him, and asked softly, "Young Master." Are you okay?Why don't you explain it to Han Moyu?The arson has nothing to do with you......"

Han Changyu shook his head and said softly: "I'm tired, Li Hanting, help me go back." ”

Han Mo stood behind Han Changyu in a daze, looking at Han Changyu's distant back, unable to say a word. If it really wasn't Brother Yu who did it, then who sent someone to kill me? Could it be Mama Li from Ningfu? By the way, it must be her! It happened so quickly. If it weren't for Brother Yu's desire to kill my mouth. That's right, in order to protect her master, my mother Ning Rouge, that's why she did such a poisonous attack on me!

But. How dare she treat me like this...... Unless. It was a hint from the mother...... Come to think of it. Han Moyu's heart trembled. Mother, it turns out that she can do anything for herself! Such a cruel woman. Is it really my real mother?...... No, it's not......

Han Moyu's strength seemed to be drained, and she suddenly fell to the floor. She felt a faint chill and a frightening feeling. How many filthy secrets are hidden in such a magnificent cold mansion? So much so that my mother can put her own flesh and blood to death in order to keep these secrets!

Or is she actually not Ning Rouge's flesh and blood at all? she shuddered when she thought of this......

Han Moyu touched the scar on her chest, and the feeling made her shudder. As soon as she closed her eyes, she remembered the scene. She sat against a pillar in the flower gallery, staring blankly at the carved beams. Was it really my mother's doing? Really? No, it won't be like that...... I don't believe it......

Han Moyu shook his head vigorously, not even noticing that Shen Zhongan came behind him.

"Young Master Moyu, what are you doing here? It's cold on the ground, I'll help you up. Shen Zhongan said, and stretched out his hand to Han Moyu as he spoke.

Han Moyu turned her head, looked at Shen Zhong'an, and suddenly smiled, she muttered: "My biological mother, there is no one else who treats me well......"

Shen Zhongan didn't know what Han Moyu was thinking, but he saw Han Moyu's lonely eyes, he was stunned for a moment, and then said to Han Moyu with a smile on his face: "Young Master Moyu, are you thinking about something again?

Shen Zhongan stretched out his hand, rubbed Han Moyu's face, and said angrily: "Okay, don't think nonsense, hurry up, the ground is cold." ”

Han Moyu still sat motionless, lowered his head, stretched out his finger and drew circles on the ground: "The mind is too delicate, isn't it bad......? ...... to have fun"

Shen Zhong'an heard Han Moyu's sadness, he hurriedly patted Han Moyu's shoulder, and said, "Hey, what are you thinking?" I think that people with delicate minds are very good, careful and considerate, and will take care of people...... Girls love this type of thing......"

Han Moyu shook his head vigorously, choked up and said: "No, it's not like this! You lie to me! Those who don't want anything are happier than me! They can forget the pain, the sorrow, the hurt, and the ...... But I can't forget it! I don't want to do that...... But I really can't forget it...... Do you know it, I'm ......"

Shen Zhongan stepped forward, gently hugged Han Moyu, and comforted him softly: "It's okay, it's okay...... Don't be sad, okay? Don't you still have me? There are a lot of people who care about you...... I'm not going to let you get hurt again, okay? I'll follow you wherever you go...... I'll protect your ...... for the rest of my life."

Han Moyu shook his head and pushed Shen Zhong'an away, "No, there are some things you can't replace...... What do I want, you won't understand...... You can't give it to me......" she said, standing up, and walking out in despair.

Shen Zhongan followed closely behind.

Han Moyu suddenly stopped, turned his head, stared at Shen Zhong'an with a pair of gloomy eyes, and asked, "Zhong'an, do you think that a person, for some reason, will attack his favorite relatives?"

Shen Zhong'an was stunned, and soon, he said very seriously: "How come? No." I promise! Many people can stick a knife in both sides for the sake of their friends, let alone their own relatives? Master Moyu, what are you thinking?......

Han Moyu shook his head and said, "I don't know...... I'm scared...... Fear of being hurt by the people you trust the most...... You don't know what that feels like...... It's scary...... I don't want to go through it again......"

Shen Zhong'an frowned, and asked cautiously, "Young Master Moyu, are you suspicious of ......" (to be continued......)