Yuan Xixi kicked him with his foot with an incredible face, and Gong Yushen didn't react.

Yes, it seems that it is really a pig.

Since then, Yuan Xixi's understanding of Gong Yushen has risen to a new level.

......

The next day

When Xiao Mohan woke up, he was already on the rise.

He looked up at the alarm clock on the table and was amazed that he had slept at this time.

He sat up with the quilt in his arms, his head still hurting, and his stomach was uncomfortable.

Raising his hand and rubbing his swollen head, he couldn't remember how he had come back last night.

Looks like I drank too much last night.

At the moment, he didn't have any clear memories in his mind, but he always vaguely felt that after he came back, it seemed as if something had happened, but he couldn't remember anything.

I just remember that he seemed to dream of his mother last night.

Although the appearance is very vague, the tenderness is really imprinted in his mind.

Lately, he seems to have dreamed of her from time to time.

Maybe he should go see her.

Xiao Mohan simply cleaned up, then got up and went to the flower room in the back.

The flower house is planted with purple bellflowers, which are his mother's favorite flowers.

He remembers when he was a child, and his mother would smile softly when she saw these flowers.

That smile is still in his mind.

She said that the bellflower represents sincere and unchanging love, and it is the embodiment of purity, innocence, beauty and touching.

She planted it for his father.

But what about his father? Did he really understand?

He only had that woman in his heart.

Thinking of this, his face showed a touch of coldness.

Do you understand it or not, so what?

He is not worthy!

Xiao Mohan cut a bouquet of flowers, instructed Wen Qian to insert it into the vase, and came to the cemetery in the western suburbs with the vase.

It was only in the distance that he saw a man.

Ye Zhaonian was wearing a black mask and standing in front of Xiao Mohan's mother's grave.

Wen Qian, who had just gotten out of the car, couldn't help frowning when he saw Ye Zhaonian's figure, how could this woman come here?

Today is Madame's death day, and this woman must have come to block the young master.

It's all like this, don't you still give up?

Xiao Mohan didn't seem surprised, he walked to the tomb with a scarce expression.

The flowers he had prepared were placed in front of the tombstone along with the vase.

"Mo Han, are you here?" Ye Zhaonian's expression seemed very calm, not as enthusiastic as usual when he saw him.

Xiao Mohan didn't look at her, just quietly squatted in front of the tombstone and gently stroked the photo on the tombstone.

"Mother, I've come to see you."

"How are you lately? I brought your favorite flowers, all of your favorite purple. ”

After Xiao Mohan finished speaking, he glanced at the tombstone next to him with an unkind gaze.

"Let him see it too."

The person in Xiao Mohan's mouth is his father Xiao Boren.

The tombstone next to it was his.

It's just that since his mother died, he hasn't called him father again.

Even until Xiao Boren died, he didn't shout.

"Mo Han, are you still blaming Uncle Xiao?" Ye Zhaonian looked at Xiao Mohan who was squatting there and asked.

Xiao Mohan got up, his scarce expression without a trace of warmth.

He said coldly, "It has nothing to do with you. ”

Ye Zhaonian's body stiffened, she didn't expect Xiao Mohan to be so indifferent to her now.

"Mo Han, do you really want to be so ruthless to me?" Ye Zhaonian took off his mask, turned his head to look at him and asked.

Xiao Mohan said: "I have never had affection for you, how can I be ruthless? ”

Xiao Mohan said, not looking at her from beginning to end.

His eyes kept falling on Xiao Boren's tombstone, and he didn't know if this sentence was said to her or to the person in the tombstone.