The three generations of the Long family are all lovers.

\t Grandpa Long died when he was young, and Old Man Long never remarried in his life.

\t Long Gangqing grew up in the military region since he was a child, and his loyalty to China can be shown by the sun and the moon, but it is in this spirit of sacrificing everything for the country and the people, he still protects his wife.

\tDragon Celestial ......

\tMo Jiu sighed deeply.

\tLolo had already told her everything.

\tFive years ago, she left Huaxia and faked her death, and he was hospitalized for two months, and after two months, she did not go home on the first day of discharge, but went to the Civil Affairs Bureau and got a marriage certificate.

\tHer father was his father-killer, and he could be with her without mentioning it.

\'s not infatuation, but what?

He has suffered enough in the past five years.

\tHow could Mo Jiu bear to tell him the truth back then?

How could he bear to tell him how his father, whom he had always trusted and idolized in his heart, had selfishly imposed hatred on Doulais?

How could he bear to tell him how the mother he had always missed, the mother who had always been deeply in his heart, pushed the Mo family out in order not to disturb his father?

\tMo Jiu clenched his fists.

\t only thought that his father had killed Uncle Long, she had lived such a depressed and unfortunate life over the years, if Long Qingtian knew about it, how sad and painful would he be?

\tMo Jiu suddenly had an idea, kill Brother Ying, everything ...... That's all.

But as soon as the idea came to her, she despised herself in her heart.

\t Les is a father, how can she treat Les so unfairly!

Mo Jiu sat up from the bed suddenly, wiped her face indiscriminately, she directly put on her slippers and opened the door, and when she picked up her bag and was about to go out, she paused.

\'s completely dark by this time.

\t It's about twelve o'clock in the night.

On the balcony in the living room, a lonely figure stood there, and the bright moonlight stretched his shadow for a long time.

\t is Rice.

\tLes, dressed in a white suit, is bathed in the moonlight at the moment, like a moon elf.

\tMo Jiu felt distressed when he saw such a figure.

She doesn't know how old Les has been an undercover agent, and she doesn't know how Rice has spent the past few decades, but in country F, although Rice is a terrorist and an underground organization, although he is notorious, and his reputation can stop babies from crying, but in the past five years of contact with him, Mo Jiu knows that his heart is very pure.

\tHe never loses his temper and disposes of people for no reason.

His underground industry involved all walks of life, but he never had drugs.

Although he does not like to laugh at others, there is not a single one of his loyal subordinates who does not respect him, and none of whom has a bad life.

\t Thinking of this, Mo Jiu's face gradually softened.

\t Rice is a good guy.

\t Rice is a good dad.

\tBut she couldn't deprive him of the opportunity to correct his name because of his goodness and forbearance.

Mo Jiu casually picked up a blanket from the sofa, walked over, quietly draped it on his body, and then stood beside him, facing the night breeze.

\t "Daddy, I love you. ”

\t for a long time, Mo Jiu gently spit out such a sentence.

\tRice's body stiffened.

\tThe slender figure that was still a head taller than Mo Jiu slowly twisted, and Les looked at Mo Jiu, his mouth opened, but he seemed to be moved and couldn't say a word......