Mo Tingqian left after drinking the glass of cold water.

The wind at night carries a delicate and hot feeling, mixed into the woman's heart.

"Huo Han, can you take back what you said just now?" He said to her at that time.

"What's the matter?"

"Please, opportunity, everything is in your hands, but can you give me some hope? I long for you to give me some things so that I can clearly position myself."

At that time, when she heard these words, she felt infinitely confused and had no other ideological positioning, because her words really made her unclear.

Then, Mo Tingqian said to her, "I can persist now because of you. You have to know that everything and motivation come from you. I don't want to make myself burdened. Everything I do is not worth it."

The words were really full of reactions that she couldn't understand, just as many things suddenly became very different in an instant.

That bouquet of flowers and a cup of tea was like a skew between two people, and everything was fine.

He then turned around and left.

"Mo Tingqian, you came here tonight just to give me a bouquet of flowers?"

The parting was about to come, she asked. Of course not, but his expression at that time did not mean to explain, "Huo Han, if you like flowers, I can send it to you tomorrow morning," he seemed to suddenly realize something, "No, I will send it to you tomorrow morning,

Tonight, it was my sudden disturbance, so I'd better leave."

"Oh, don't..." At that time, the woman's face was hesitant and kept. For some reason, after seeing the loss on his face, a hint of melancholy rose in her heart, and she felt a sense of sorry for him.

The car was parked under the window, and the light at the door was still on. She had already seen the car at the window not leaving for a long time. She watched Mo Tingqian enter with her own eyes. She thought he would drive away, but in the end, she was always inside.

The car body tattoo has not moved.

"Mo Tingqian, what do you want to express?"

The bouquet of flowers was placed on the first-floor coffee table by her. She suddenly wondered, would it be better to put it in the room?

At the window of the room, her figure was always there, and the man's eyes could face the other side from the rearview mirror, but he saw her figure disappear.

I slapped the steering wheel hard, but fortunately it wasn't turned on, otherwise the shaking whistle would probably be lit up around the surroundings.

Mo Tingqian looked back carefully and looked at the place on the window. There was really no one left. Originally, he wanted to give her a little more chance to hesitate, but now he thought about it, he was afraid there was no need.

When Huo Han brought the roses on the first floor, he placed them in the small plant collection site on the window on the second floor. The body of the car was gone downstairs.

In the dark, the cool night wind penetrated into each other's bones.

………

the next day.

While having breakfast, Mo Tingqian did not expect that the old man would know his updates last night.

"Have you gone to see it? Did you see it?"

It’s still the same white porridge and side dish as always, this is Mr. Mo’s favorite.

Even for wealthy families, they still feel comfortable to drink white porridge when breakfast comes.

"I don't understand what grandpa said."

Mo Tingqian slowly looked at the newspaper, and then ate the Xishi breakfast he was used to.

"Huo Han, why are you pretending to be stupid to me? Someone told me yesterday that when I went out at night, I looked pretty and thoughtful. I don't know what I was thinking?"

Mo Tingqian gradually put down what he was in his hand, "Since he wants to know, just say it, what else to say?"

The old man turned his gaze and glanced at him deeply. He heard that's what he meant.

"I saw it, what did you say?"

"I didn't say anything." Mo Tingqian shook his head. It seemed that he didn't really want to tell the old man about this.

"One big night, you told me nothing, is it true?"

"It's true. If you don't believe it, ask her yourself."

He simply put away the newspaper and didn't even plan to eat breakfast.

"Sit down." With a deep release, the old man quickly called Mo Tingqian. Then, he looked at him in his sight, and a trace of extremely fast deep meaning was connected by.

A man who just got up still had a simple pure color T-shirt on his body, and his lower body and thin cotton trousers were not like a man who had a business transaction of millions a day, but like a handsome and refreshing male college student just now.

With his hands on his pockets, he stood there, "What are you going to say, huh?"

"Sit down, I have something to say to you."

The old man sent a few people around him, sucked the white porridge on the corner of his mouth, and then looked at him carefully.

From time to time, all the things on the table were taken away by the servants.

"Mo Tingqian, sit down." This time, Mr. Mo said to him directly, together with his first and last name.

No matter how reluctant the man was, he slowly returned to his original place, looked at the old man, and was impatient, "What are you saying, the company has something to do."

"How did you know about Li Qianxun."

In his dark pupils, there was a meticulous and condensation of weathered affairs. The old man's words made Mo Tingqian stunned.

Perhaps, Mo Tingqian was unexpected, so he was extremely surprised.

He stood there for a long time, and on his shoulders, he suddenly felt a trace of pressure, gradually exaggerating and amplifying his emotions.

After a moment, the man agreed, "If you ask, I will answer you truthfully if you want to know."

As if after careful consideration, the old man blinked the dizzy eyes of the old eyes, "Do you know that I didn't fall asleep all night last night."

“Why?”

Mo Tingqian immediately smiled and laughed out loud.

"Because, I was wondering, how did you know Li Qianxun, his life experience, I think I am hiding very well."

They are all sensible people, so the old man planned to open the skylight and talk to him.

"I knew about it a long time ago. When you asked Huo Han over and over again, I became suspicious."

The old man immediately looked at him, showing a look of "I am really worthy of being my grandson" and narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, I've investigated. He is your younger brother. When I was kicked out of the house, the child who was still in his stomach was left behind."

The old man's eyes suddenly stopped.

Rumo Ruhua's eyes seemed to be having a memory of time that belonged only to him. The light and shadow reversed the scenes of the past, and he was the only one who savored it alone.

He remembered his son, who was desperate to bring that woman into the door. He took action and cut off everything coldly, but even so, he could not stop some tragedies from happening. Later, what should have happened still happened.

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