"Chenchen is my brother, you have to listen to him," Meng Yao looked embarrassed, and there seemed to be a water light in her eyes. "So, maybe my mother doesn't have the ability to save you. If Chenchen's father comes, don't get angry and ask them to take you away. Do you understand?"

"I won't ask for anyone!" Luo Gu straightened his back and turned his head away, "Mom, I don't want to ask for anyone."

"There is my son..."

Luo Gu's face turned to the room. He stared at the pure black curtains and suddenly spoke, "When I was caught, my uncle took me to meet someone."

Meng Yao's heart skipped a beat.

"I heard my uncle negotiate with him and wanted to exchange me for something. The man disagreed. Then I was taken out and he shot me," Luo Gu's voice was calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him. "He was named Luo Xiao, and his uncle said that he was my biological father."

“…”

Meng Yao's heart was pulled hard, but it hurt but there was no blood. She raised her hand to hold his shoulder, but Luo Gu pushed her hand away. He raised his little face, "Mom, why did he kill me? Does he hate me?"

Meng Yao wanted to help him again, "We won't talk about this..."

"Why don't you say it!" Luo Gu stepped back like Jingzhe, his expression filled with sadness and disbelief, "He is not my father, right? I don't want such a father..."

"There is my son..."

"I hate him!" Luo Gu suddenly looked up, "I will kill him, I swear!"

"Luo Gu!"

With a snap.

Luo Gu's body shook, and a palm print appeared on his little face. Meng Yao stared at his hand in surprise, and then she realized that she had hit him, "Gu'er, I..."

"You go out!"

Luo Gu pushed her hard, Meng Yao staggered back two steps, and the door was covered with force.

Mo Yaochen leaned there and watched the scene, but he was still so sad. He turned his head and said, "That..."

Meng Yao's eyes were red. Seeing this, Mo Yaochen stepped forward with his short legs, "Don't cry, I'll help you beat him later. When you cry, I miss my mother, and I want to cry too."

"I won't cry, don't quarrel," Meng Yao squatted down and smiled, "Chenchen, you go back to the room first, I'll come up later, if your father comes..."

"I know, I know!" Mo Yaochen interrupted her, turned around and walked into the room, and slapped the door with a slam.

“…”

Meng Yao stood there, but heard a tender voice coming from the room, "I won't leave the leeks! I haven't beat him yet!"

Meng Yao suddenly relaxed, she calmed down and walked carefully to the lower layer.

...

...

at the same time--

Wedding scene.

There are white painted tables on the huge lawn, and guests sit one by one in order, and in front is the ceremony table.

Mo Nanjue and Mo Beiyan sat in a very front position, with light-colored champagne in hand. Mo Nanjue shook his goblet and glanced around.

Mo Beiyan lowered his voice, "It's all human."

Mo Nanjue nodded, pressing the edge of the cup on his lips, but he didn't sip it. The things here must not be eaten in a bite. "I'll go find Mo Yaochen later. Don't move for the time being, contact your phone."

"I'll go..."

"I'll go!" Mo Nanjue's eyes were cold and he held his hand hard, "Want to fight here?!"

Mo Beiyan shook his hand away, "You are like this every time!"

"Sit down!"
Chapter completed!