Late at night, Lan Yunting had already fallen asleep.

Looking away, a tall figure stood in front of the window in front of his bed.

Seeing the figure of the person coming, Lan Yunting didn't turn on the lights, just got up and sat on the bed, "What are you doing here?" ”

Mo Yanhao said, "When your mother arranged for you to leave, she gave you an entrustment. ”

Lan Yunting sneered, "So what? ”

Mo Yanhao said, "I don't know why your mother can arrange so many in advance...... But it's clear that you've been asked by your mother to take care of Haoxue, so you should know her well. ”

"So what?" Lan Yunting sneered, "Shouldn't I take care of Haoxue?" The person who should take care of her has the responsibility and obligation to take care of her, and the person who raised her did not do ......"

"Xiao Ting......" In the dark, Mo Yanhao turned to look at Lan Yunting, the darkness concealed the remorse and pain in his eyes, "Xiao Ting, it's my fault that Haoxue didn't have the love of her parents since she was a child......

The things that were done wrong, the damage done, everything in the past, I can't get rid of them.

But now, I hope I can make up for Haoxue, I hope I can give her the best life, and I hope that the rest of her life can be safe and happy. ”

Lan Yunting, "Don't you think it's too late?" Do you think Haoxue needs you now? She's grown up. ”

Mo Yanhao, "Children will always be children in the hearts of their parents. ”

"Heh......" Lan Yunting, "Why did you bother in the first place if you knew this was the case?"

Mo Yanhao, everything is caused by you...... You hurt your mother and Haoxue.

It was you who made everyone miserable and unhappy, I will never forgive you, Haoxue will never forgive you, and my mother will not forgive you. ”

Mo Yanhao closed his eyes in pain, the dark protective color covered the tears on his cheeks, "Xiao Ting...... I know, Dad knows.

However, whether Haoxue forgives me or not, I owe her, I have to make up for her, and what I want to do for her is also up to me.

Neither you nor Haoxue can stop me. ”

"What do you mean?" Lan Yunting stared at Mo Yanhao with a torch in his eyes.

Mo Yanhao didn't answer Lan Yunting's question, and answered the question, "Have you seen Haoxue's husband?" ”

"I saw it yesterday." Lan Yunting said.

Mo Yanhao, "What do you think?" ”

Lan Yunting laughed, "What, do you still want to learn from the feudal parents, do you want to beat mandarin ducks?" Do you want Haoxue to hate you even more? ”

Mo Yanhao, "Answer my question. ”

"Haoxue loves him very much." Lan Yunting also seemed to be answering the question, "No matter what thoughts and plans you have, please stop, Ji Hanyu's importance to Haoxue is more important than her own life." ”

The importance of Ji Hanyu to Bai Haoxue, no one knows better than him.

How many times is life and death...... How many times do you dream back at midnight...... All she muttered in her mouth were those three words, Ji, Han, and Yu.

Ji Hanyu, that man, seems to have been deeply engraved in Bai Haoxue's bones and blood.

"I know." Mo Yanhao said.

In fact, although his daughter doesn't look like him at all, her personality is very similar to him.

It is precisely because of this that he worries and scruples.

It is precisely because of this that some things have to be done.

And......

Mo Yanhao looked at Lan Yunting, "Xiao Ting, I know that you love your mother and your sister, and I am also ......."