Xiao Moyue's eyes suddenly lit up, "Okay, let's fight now!" ”

In front of his daughter, Mo Jiyan couldn't say anything, his eyes sank and sank, //

Moments later, the phone was picked up.

"Mo Ji Yan?" Chu called out his name slightly in confusion.

Hearing these three words, Mo Jiyan only felt as far away as a world away.

When was the last time she called him by his name?

Before he could speak, Xiao Moyue shouted, "Mom, I'm Xiao Yue!" ”

"Satsuki? Where are you? Mommy is going to find you now! Chu Weiwei's voice suddenly rose several tones.

Xiao Moyue climbed onto Mo Jiyan's knees, crying and shouting, "Mom, Xiao Yue and Dad are together, Xiao Yue misses you so much, come and find Xiao Yue." ”

"Where are you and Daddy?"

Hearing the crying woman over there, Mo Jiyan narrowed his eyes and replied, "In the company." ”

"I'll go over now!"

Mo Jiyan glanced at Xiao Moyue next to him, and stroked the top of Xiao Moyue's hairy hair with one hand, "I'll take Xiaoyue to see you, and I'll go to Bashan Night Rain near your house." ”

Chu was slightly vigilant, "Are you trying to lie to me again?" ”

Mo Jiyan pursed his lips and sighed, "I won't lie to Xiaoyue, don't worry." ”

Chu thought about it slightly, and Mo Jiyan seemed to have never broken his word in front of Xiao Moyue.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

As soon as she hung up the phone, Xiao Moyue couldn't wait to pull Mo Jiyan's arm and stand up, "Dad, let's go quickly, Xiao Yue really wants to see her mother!" ”

Mo Jiyan put on a windbreaker, and then led Xiao Moyue out of the company with his right hand.

The style of Bashan Night Rain is a bit like a garden in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, each table of guests has an independent private room, and the appearance looks like a small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Chu Weiwei's favorite thing is the barrier made of natural crystals in the private room.

Four years ago, the night rain in Bashan had not yet been completed.

At that time, Chu Weiwei passed by there, and happened to see a hotel under construction, and just casually said that he liked the decoration style of the hotel, and Mo Jiyan kept it in mind, invested in that hotel, and became the largest shareholder.

Mo Jiyan understood Chu Weiwei's preferences, so he handed over the right to name the hotel to her.

At the beginning, Mo Jiyan proposed to Chu Weiwei no less than three times, and this hotel was the gift of the first proposal.

After getting married, every year on their wedding anniversary, the two would come here for a sweet candlelit dinner.

Until this year, the end.

The sweetness of the past, now when we say goodbye, only sadness remains.

In less than twenty minutes, Mo Jiyan arrived.

As soon as he heard a voice outside, Chu Weiwei pushed the door and rushed out, "Xiaoyue! ”

Xiao Moyue was even happier, she broke free from Mo Jiyan's hands, and jumped into Chu Weiwei's arms, wrapping around Chu Weiwei like a little koala.

Chu stared at Xiao Moyue with teary eyes for a long time before he finally recovered from his excitement.

"Let's go in first." When Mo Jiyan walked into the private room, he exhaled deeply, feeling that his heart seemed to be pressed against a large stone, and at this moment, after the cool breeze blew, the dullness was completely dispersed.

He knew in his heart that being able to see Chu Weiwei at a glance would be good medicine for him.

Chu Weiwei carried Xiao Moyue into the private room and sat opposite Mo Jiyan.

On the rectangular crystal table, the two sat at the north and south ends, but the distance of two meters seemed to be separated by a galaxy.

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