What the hell is she trying to do? Xiang Qing thought, with her brain, she probably couldn't think of it.

Lowering her head, she stopped talking, just stirring her little hand under the quilt uneasily, should she say something? But, I'm sorry, now her voice can't speak.

"Mom, when are we leaving?" The little boy with a smooth face like an egg was already frowning, as if he was a little impatient.

"Ning Ning, don't worry, we're here to see Auntie." Mo smiled very gently, Xiang Qing felt that it was quite loving, but she faintly felt that something was wrong.

I shouldn't have any friendship with her, come and see myself, will there be any bad intentions?

"But......" the boy's eyes flickered visibly, and she looked at her mother, and said pitifully, "I want to see it...... Yes, Daddy. ”

Although the man who really wanted to look like him, such a good-looking and handsome man, he didn't admit himself, but he still felt very kind and wanted to go up and get close.

Father? With a stuffiness in her chest, Xiang Qing just wanted to cry when she heard this word, but she couldn't cry.

What position does she have to cry about" has never been there before.

"Ning Ning, Dad is at home, we'll go back in a while." Mo Xiao glanced at Xiang Qing, and after seeing her lost look, there was a hint of a smile in his eyes that even he felt hypocritical.

How? It's distressing.

But, Xiang Qing, you know what, my heart hurts even more.

From that summer, that chance encounter, Mo Xiao felt that the girl in front of him who could let Mo Zixuan lend a hand would be a big obstacle for him. Sure enough, it came true.

This Xiang Qing is really not simple, she fascinated Mo Zixuan, that man, and is fascinated.

Recalling that time, Mo Xiao actually wanted to cry, no matter what methods she used, coercion and temptation, self-harm, she couldn't beat that man.

It wasn't until the birth of the child in his hand that he was willing to be quiet and cold, but that look of despair made her feel cold.

Is it so painful and embarrassing to be with yourself?

Xiang Qing was in a very bad mood, very bad, she seemed to be about to gradually Mo Zixuan, she couldn't cope with the situation in front of her, Mo Xiao in front of her, and such a good-looking little boy, made her at a loss.

"Xiang Qing, you ......" Mo Xiao blinked, turned to sit down, she put the little boy on her lap, peeled off the lollipop, and put it in his mouth.

With the candy to eat, the little boy's mood stabilized a little.

Xiang Qing lowered her head, she took the pen to write and draw on the paper, and held up the paper.

Mo Xiao looked a little struggling, after she understood what Xiang Qing meant, there was a different emotion in the depths of her eyes, it turned out that she was not as difficult to retreat as she imagined.

Sure enough, Xiang Qing, this woman is different.

Mo Xiao smiled calmly, she lowered her head and stroked the little head of the little person in her arms for a while, as if she was thinking about something, and then raised her head and looked at Xiang Qing.

That kind of look is very piercing.

"Xiang Qing, you can leave." Mo Xiao's tone was very flat, not forced, just like narrating a fact, which was very uncomfortable, but helpless.

Leave? Xiang Qing's tears fell with a snap, hitting the snow-white quilt one by one.

What is this? Let yourself go?

Should I leave?

No words are enough to express the sadness in Xiang Qing's heart at the moment, helplessly, in the face of Mo Xiao's aggressiveness at the moment, he can't refute it.

Yes, she is qualified to let herself go, she is, the mother of Mo Zixuan's child, in other words, compared to herself, she is very qualified to be Mo Zixuan's wife.

But......

What about Mo Zixuan? What did he think, he ...... I still remember that the last time I was leaving, Mo Zixuan's expression became firm.

I shouldn't have left, even if it was, for Mo Zixuan.

As long as he doesn't tell him to leave, he won't leave, yes, that's it.

Strengthened her confidence, Xiang Qing raised her head, all she wanted was his personal opening.

"I, I won't leave unless Mo Zixuan says it himself." A few big words, few sloppy.

Mo Xiao was stunned for a moment, she thought that Xiang Qing's silence just now was soft, but she didn't expect that she was far more stubborn than her own appearance.

However, did Mo Zixuan say it himself? No kidding, the current Mo Zixuan has ...... It's not a character she can reach.

"That's what he meant." Mo Xiao got up and put her son in front of her, she looked at Xiang Qing with a sharp look in her eyes, and that kind of look made Xiang Qing's heart hurt very much.

This is the aura that only the main room will have, right, what about yourself? What are you? Xiang Qing smiled bitterly and pinched the edge of the quilt.

"Tell you." Mo Xiao turned around and turned his back to Xiang Qing, "His illness has been cured, and he will take over the Ink Room family in a few days, as for you, do you think you can be worthy of him?" ”

What the? Mo Zixuan, he ......

Xiang Qing couldn't suppress the sadness in his heart, did he want to accept the Mo family? So, doesn't it mean that there will be no more intersections between them?

No, no, it won't.

Mo Zixuan hates that impersonal family so much, and hates those who only have interests in their eyes, how could he be willing to do that. 、

Xiang Qing raised her head, shook her head, and looked at Mo Xiao with a look of disbelief.

Mo Xiao's eyes moved, and she turned around, her gaze was very vicious, "Xiang Qing, believe me, there is no one in this world who doesn't like power, Mo Zixuan, is no exception." ”

With a heavy closing of the door, Xiang Qing's tears finally poured down, she didn't believe what Mo Xiao said, she firmly believed that Mo Zixuan's man must be struggling violently, he was not that kind of person, Xiang Qing had always been convinced.

The other side

In the Mo family's mansion, the large bedroom on the third floor is full of gray decorations, and a handsome man is lying on the bed with a light-colored ventilator on his face.

"Dad, over there in the United States, she and I are not at ease, so we will go back tonight." The gentlemanly man in black stood, looking respectfully at his gray-haired father and, of course, at his son in bed.

He didn't expect that this morning, Mo Zixuan, who had woken up, would be so excited, and even, in order to get out, he jumped out of the third floor.

If it weren't for the people downstairs who happened to see it, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At that moment, there was no doubt that his heart was as still, even if ...... Even if he doesn't like this son, after all, his blood is the blood of the Mo family.

"Go ahead, it's busy over there, I know." The old man bowed slightly, his old hand held his grandson's big hand, and thought, child, I have suffered you.

"Then I'll go first." The man turned around, opened the door, and before going out, he still glanced at the man lying on the bed, he slept so quietly, so comfortably.

Maybe it's good.

In life, how many people can do what they want, perhaps, not knowing anything, not thinking about anything, is the way to be happy.

There were a lot of precious vases smashed in the corridor, and the old man was not distressed, but he was distressed by the big hand he was holding tightly in his hand, and the scarred hand with bandages on it.

He has lived to this age, he really doesn't understand, love, is it really important? Probably because of the youth?

The old man shook his head, he looked at the handsome face that looked a little similar to himself, the old tears were rampant, he always thought that he had given Mo Zixuan a tempering, but he didn't want to, unintentionally, cold his heart.

When the news came, when he was really about to lose his grandson, he realized that for Mo Zixuan, he really failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a relative.

However, all of this is for your own good.

…… Dividing line ......

"Xiang Qing, are you feeling better?" Mo Zixuan's aunt put down the fruit basket and flowers in her hand, she sat down elegantly, and touched Xiang Qing's forehead.

Such a loving action, sure enough, made Xiang Qing like it very much, and her heart was inexplicably comforted.

With her little hand out of her pen, she wrote on the paper and held it up for her aunt to read.

She wrote, Auntie, Mo Zixuan, how is it, is his illness cured?

After reading it, the corner of her aunt twitched a smile that made Xiang Qing feel very uneasy, and then took out an apple and quietly disappeared.

Watching the peels fall down one by one, Xiang Qing's heart was very confused, she babbled and wanted to say something but found that it was useless.

"Xiang Qing, his body is fine, don't worry." The aunt handed the apple to Xiang Qing, and then looked up with a smile, but ......

"After he recovers, the Mo family has decided to put him in power."

What the?

The apple in her hand fell to the cold ground, Xiang Qing's heart was very painful, she raised her head, her eyes were red, and she looked at her aunt in disbelief, her face was extremely guilty.

"Xiang Qing, you should understand, he ......" Seeing Xiang Qing like this, my aunt's face didn't become very good, she liked Xiang Qing very much and felt sorry for her.

However, there are some facts that cannot be changed.

"So, he ...... Does he want me to leave him? Xiang Qing sobbed, she shivered coldly, wrote a few words tremblingly, and held it up again.

"This ......" Aunt's face stiffened, she looked at Xiang Qing's little face covered with tears, and lowered her head and sighed.

Actually, she likes this kid very much. It turns out that she is indeed a ...... for Mo Zixuan

But......

"Xiang Qing, I'm sorry, after all, Zixuan still lost you."

Oh, I see. So does that mean that everything is true? Isn't it? Mo Zixuan?

Xiang Qing cried, but this time, she felt that her heart didn't hurt so much, probably numb.

Did he really tell himself to leave? Xiang Qing still deceived herself and didn't believe it, but the aunt in front of her was the only person Xiang Qing could trust, and she said so, didn't she?