Faced with a difficult problem, some people choose to solve it directly, some people choose to shirk, and some people choose to give up and resign themselves to fate. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And Mr. Mo, who inexplicably began to breed malice, chose to dump the pot, throw the pot that Huayu gave him and then throw it to another person!

Relying on his height advantage, Mr. Mo looked down at Ai Yu expressionlessly.

Although the cold eyes on Mr. Mo did make her a little panicked, but thinking of Hua Yu's face full of helplessness and bitterness, she felt that she was full of courage to confront Mr. Mo, so she kept standing in front of Mr. Mo, looking like she was forcing him to explain and even apologize.

Mr. Mo calmly took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and after getting through, he pressed the speakerphone.

"Hello? Xiao Mo, what's the matter? ”

At the other end of the conversation came Ye Changzai's voice, this familiar voice was obviously recognized by Ai Yu, her originally murderous face couldn't help but show a little doubt, a little unable to understand why Mr. Mo had her Uncle Ye's phone number, but she didn't mean to interrupt Mr. Mo's call, presumably she vaguely felt what Mr. Mo's intention would be when he made the call, and what would happen next.

"Uncle Ye, I remember that the reward for me to help you dismantle your niece's couple is one thousand and five, right? I just remembered it and counted it, and it seemed like it was only one thousand four, eh? ”

"How is that possible? I remember clearly, one thousand and five is no problem, you count again! ”

Pretending to take out a few renminbi from his pocket, Mr. Mo clicked at random, and then said to Ye Changzai,

"I'm sorry, Uncle Ye, I miscounted."

Without waiting for Ye Chang to complain about anything, Mr. Mo hung up the phone directly, and then ...... looked at Ai Yu with mockery.

Ai Yu, who had listened to the phone call in its entirety, turned pale, and no longer had the momentum at the beginning, but was replaced by shock and helplessness. Helplessly separated from her lover, but found that the culprit of all this was her uncle who treated her like a father on weekdays, and the double blow of love and family affection made her not know how to react, so she could only stand in place at a loss.

As if all this was not cruel enough to this young girl, Mr. Mo also took two steps forward with malice, a sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth, and lowered his head and whispered in Ai Yu's ear,

"Interesting, right?"

The malice overflowing in the words made Ai Yu's body tremble, but there was no way to escape, and he could only tremble in place.

After saying a sentence full of sarcasm, Mr. Mo was very satisfied and bypassed the rumors and left Chaochun Road.

It's really inexplicably pleasant! Smoothly shook off a good pot, not to mention, just Ai Yu's extremely interesting reaction made Mr. Mo feel good. The idea of basing happiness on the pain of others, Mr. Mo, who has a bad personality, said that he likes it very much!

What will happen to Ai Yu in the future, Mr. Mo will not care, anyway, it will not involve him. As for Ye Changzai, Mr. Mo will not have any thoughts of guilt or the like, which can be regarded as his own repercussions. Hua Yu, another important character in the incident, may still be grateful to herself, right? Although she didn't know her true intentions, Mr. Mo still understood the idea that she didn't want to be with Ai Yu anymore.

Leaving these troubles behind him, Mr. Mok began to think about how he would spend the afternoon, and now he returned to a park near his home, sitting on a park bench with a bored expression. Mr. Mo didn't want to go home now, there was only Yu Penglai at home, and Mr. Mo had no interest in being alone with her.

Probably because it was just after noon, and there were very few people exercising or relaxing in the park. Under the cool shade of the trees, Mr. Mo, who seemed to be far away from the troubles, unconsciously felt a little tired, perhaps...... It's good to sleep like this......

"Xiao Mo, do you have any wishes?"

Lao Ding asked this question without warning, and the sharp childish tone frightened Mr. Mo, who was half-asleep and half-awake, and woke up completely. Without complaining about Lao Ding, Mr. Mo directly began to think about his intention in asking this question.

Frankly speaking, Lao Ding doesn't care about what Mr. Mo wants, although he occasionally chats a few words, but he only talks about some irrelevant legends and secrets, and basically doesn't mention personal private affairs, and Mr. Mo doesn't have any secrets worthy of Lao Ding's attention, so it's a little strange to ask about Mr. Mo's wishes at this time.

But...... What do you want?

People live to fulfill their wishes, Mr. Mo's biggest wish is to live a good life with his sister all the time, and he currently belongs to this state, so it can be regarded as completed.

Besides, it's probably about figuring out everything about that mysterious organization, right? But Mr. Mo didn't really want to do this, he felt that the current peaceful routine was very good, there was no need to break it, and ...... Even if it's the old Ding who is in peak condition, it's still a question!

In this way, Mr. Mo seems to have no other wishes......

In fact, Mr. Mo is such a person who is satisfied with the status quo!

Sighing slightly, Mr. Mo looked around boredly, and did not give Lao Ding an answer, and Lao Ding did not urge.

"I want the flowers to bloom! How is it? ”

Mr. Mo, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke. He casually saw a small flower bud, right behind him on the grass.

The small buds in the shape of water droplets were tightly wrapped in thick green young leaves, and Mr. Mo couldn't recognize what kind of variety it was, and he probably couldn't tell if they bloomed.

Mr. Mo is not a literary and artistic youth, he just said it casually, and felt that this sentence was unexpectedly appropriate. Whether the flowers bloom or not is just a trivial matter that does not hurt to him, but ......

I must be serious!

"As you wish!"

Suddenly, Mr. Mo's left hand was magnificent! From the perspective of consciousness, Lao Ding's original dazzling remnant soul like a diamond was burning violently, and the blazing white light was surging wildly, but strangely there was no damage to Mr. Mo's hand.

Click――

Before Mr. Mo could react, a sound that seemed to be the breaking of an object sounded in his consciousness. As if breaking some kind of restriction, a brilliant white flame of light emerged from Mr. Mo's left hand, and in an instant, it disappeared into the bud that Mr. Mo had seen before at a speed that Mr. Mo could not see the slightest.

And then...... The flowers are blooming.

As if by a miracle, the young leaves stretch and the pale yellow petals unfold...... In the blink of an eye, this unknown flower stood in the most brilliant posture, showing a kind of elegant and dusty beauty under the colorful afterglow of the flame.

Why?

Mr. Mo tilted his head and frowned, a little puzzled. He knew very well that Lao Ding had completely disappeared, but why?

Mr. Mo did not feel the slightest sadness for Lao Ding's death, nor did he have any emotions such as joy. He couldn't understand the meaning of Lao Ding's initiative to seek death, he didn't know when he had this idea, and he didn't know why he chose to die in this inexplicable way.

Mr. Mo's heart was filled with only questions that kept rising.