She couldn't hold her grandson, and she was always at ease, and the fortune teller said so, so how could she put her mind at ease.

Mo Yixuan's brows tightened, and there was nothing he could do about her, an old mother who was thinking all day long, he closed his eyes slightly, and a trace of boredom flashed in his eyes that could not be dissipated for a long time.

He patted his mother on the shoulder again and said in a low voice, "Okay, Mom...... Don't worry about these things, listen to the doctor, and get well. ”

After speaking, Mo Yixuan turned around and went to his large bedroom.

During this time, he would go home on time after work, and he had little entertainment and was not interested in playing.

So all he has to do is stop working, just read a book or read some materials or sleep.

In order not to let himself be cranky, he bought a lot of books during this time, and read one almost every two or three days, and only when he was immersed in the world of reading could he forget those troubles.

As usual, he opened another book, a book on finance, called "When Paper Money Disappeared", written by a well-known economist. He flipped through the book page by page, reading very quickly, and in a few moments he read a dozen pages.

The mobile phone that was placed aside suddenly rang, and he saw that it was a foreign number, and it was also an unfamiliar number. Of course he knew who was calling.

The phone was connected, and soon a young man's voice came from the phone:

"Mr. Mo, in response to your request last time, we decided to take action later this month, do you want her to cut off her hands and feet? Or blind, disfigured? The man said cruel words without emotion, as if this was what they often do.

Take people's money to do things for others, and they have always done things without leakage.

Mo Yixuan's eyebrows twisted, he put down the book in his hand, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the brightly lit city in the distance.

In fact, if it weren't for this phone call, he would have almost forgotten that he had contacted a black organization before, and gave a deposit for them to deal with Xia Yuwei, so that Xia Yuwei would be better off than dead.

At that time, he hated the woman to the core, and wished that she would die cleanly.

It's just that this hatred seems to have faded now.

He sighed and reached out to rub his temple.

After coming over for a while, he said lightly: "Forget it, let her go." ”

Letting that woman cut off her hands and feet, disfigure, blindness, or anything can't change Mo Ye is not his biological son, and it can't change that he lost the woman he loves the most.

Nothing can be changed. And the person who made the mistake was actually himself, he didn't resist the temptation, and he betrayed his marriage, and he himself was worse than Xia Yuwei.

On the other end of the phone:

"Mr. Mo, are you sure? If you decide not to retaliate against her, we will not refund your deposit. "This is the rule of the road, and the money received will not be returned.

Mo Yixuan hummed lightly. I don't care about those millions of dollars anymore.

He doesn't hate others now, if he wants to hate, he hates himself, he destroys his happiness with his own hands, and he can't complain about Xia Yuwei.

Walked to the couch again, picked up the book he had just read, and turned a few more pages, but he couldn't read it. It's also inexplicably a little upset.

Clicking on the mobile phone screen, and then clicking on WeChat, he searched for a WeChat ID, a number he is very familiar with, and an avatar that he is very familiar with.