Chapter 661

This girl is just like the lady.

It seems that the company commander wants to be a little close, so, the old man will be open to her, right?

In these years, there are few maids in the villa, almost all men. He can't see other women, and will make him think of the woman he loves.

Had it not been for the second master's return, there would have been no public recruitment of maids near the villa.

But by his side, they were still taking care of him.

Outsiders say that the master likes the new and dislikes the old. He makes clothes for women and changes them one by one every day.

But only he knew that the old man had never let a woman close to him.

It was also the first time that Su Xiaowan was allowed to enter the house that day.

He still remembers that more than ten years ago, the master was just like the second master. He was still a little boy.

He didn't like anyone. His wife was his first love.

I can't think of how to be nice to a woman. What I do is to be nice to her, but it is often self defeating.

Thinking about those things, Mo Heng left with a sigh.

He has never liked anyone in his life, so he doesn't know these things.

But looking at them one by one, I feel that the word is untouchable.

Mo Heng doesn't remember many things. There is only one word in his heart, which is to exist for the sake of Mohism.

Mo Heng went to the young master's residence with the old man's face.

Mo Heng's sudden arrival surprised Mo nanjue. Since he was beaten, I heard that Mo Heng was angry and had a serious illness.

But I never thought that he would come here.

"Father."

Mo nanjue still couldn't get out of bed and hurt his muscles and bones for a hundred days. What's more, all the people in the villa fought hard.

"Lie down!"

Seeing that Mo nanjue is about to get out of bed, Mo Heng opens his mouth.

He as like as two peas, and he has been with him for so many years that he knows almost all the habits of Moore.

Even housekeeper Mo said that he was just like the master outside now.

The servant brought a stool. Mo Heng sat down and looked at the man on the bed. Although he was not his own son, no matter how long he had lived together, he had a little feeling. He knew about the life of Mo nanjue and had some sympathy for him.

When Mo Nan Jue raised his eyes, it was mo Heng's eyes. In his deep eyes, he saw a trace of sympathy.

"How's the injury?"

"Much better."

Mo Heng doesn't talk much with him on weekdays, and he doesn't care about him like he did today.

But Mo Heng sat there and said a lot. Mo nanjue lay down and listened to his father.

Father in memory, it seems not like this. When did it start to change?

He forgot, too.

Before leaving, Mo Heng reminded.

"Nanjue, you are an adult. Don't play these childish games. Since ah Yan has forgotten it, let him forget it."

“……”

On the bed, Mo Nan Jue's hand held the sheet tightly.

Why is the same father's son so different.

She's still alive.

Still being raised there

mid-night.

Wensheng heard the sound of smashing things upstairs and got up from the bed in a hurry.

Into the room, only to find the dark room, the man standing there, in the moonlight, appears lonely.

"Second master, are you going to call a doctor?"

During this period of time, if he does not sleep well, he will be irritable.

It's recent. Manic.

It was just checked out by the doctor.