Chapter 423

On the other hand, after Ning Jiwei and Jian Rui leave, Jian Yi also finds time to contact Mo Tong, tells him the general story, and asks if he is willing to leave Mo's home.

After a short silence, Mo Tong said to Jian Yi, "Yi Yi, I I don't want to go yet. "

"I knew that." Jane Yi sighed and said, "originally, Mommy wanted to persuade you personally, but I think you probably don't want to face mommy at this time, so I told mommy that you don't know when it's convenient because you don't know the time."

Mo Tong nodded and said, "thank you, Yi Yi. Now I'm I really don't know how to face my aunt. "

Jian Yi was silent for a while and said, "maybe you don't have to face my mommy in a short time."

Mo Tong said, "what do you mean? Is aunt going to leave? "

"Well." Jian Yi said, "so I should leave next week. So if you want to see Mommy, or have something to say to her, as soon as possible

Mo Tong pursed his lips, flashed over Jian Haixi's appearance in his mind, his nose slightly sour and said: "I know."

Mo Tongzheng is talking to Jian Yi. He hears footsteps at the door and says to her with a sharp look in his eyes, "Yi Yi, I'll hang up first. I'll see them off tomorrow."

Just after hanging up the phone, the door was vigorously pushed open. Mo Ting stood at the door with a fierce spirit and hummed to Mo Tong: "what are you doing hiding in the room in the daytime? Don't pretend to be ill. Get out of here and continue with your lesson today. "

"Yes, mother." Mo Tong murmured.

Seeing him like this, Mo Ting was so angry that she couldn't help scolding: "I don't see you helping me every day. What else do you do besides being a moppet? Do you think you are the prince? Do I have to support you? "

Mo Tong listens to her curse, in the heart slightly a draw, but quickly restored calm.

Does it hurt?

It hurts.

But he's used to it.

"What's your death like?" Mo Ting scolded more and more fiercely. She pulled Mo Tong's ear and forced him to raise his head. She spat and said, "do you want me to eat less or drink less

"I don't, mother. You think too much."

"I think too much?" Mo Ting gave a cold hum, pulled him to the mirror, pushed him forward and pressed him on the mirror, and said, "look at your dead mother, don't you curse me?"

Mo Tong's cheek is on the cold mirror. He can't see himself from this angle, but he can see the expression on Mo Ting's face.

Ferocious, twisted.

With obvious disgust and visible hatred.

"Why?"

Mo Tong opened his mouth in a low voice and tried to raise his head. He looked directly at Mo ting and asked, "mother, why do you hate me?"

Angry, disgust he can understand, but why hate him?

Hear Mo Tong's words, Mo ting a stiff, the look in the eyes suddenly changed.

Mo tong can feel her stiffness, because the hand against his cheek suddenly relaxed the strength.

He was finally able to breathe.

After two deep breaths, Mo Tong looks up at Mo ting and asks again, "does mother hate me? Why? "

What did he do to make her so resentful?

Mo tong can't think of it. His whole life is only seven or eight years now. How can he make Mo Ting hate such a thing?

Mo Ting cold face hummed: "less nonsense there, seven think eight think, if you really idle nothing to do, then double the amount of homework every day."

With that, Mo Ting turned and left.

That figure, there is a kind of escape.

Mo Tong looked at Mo Ting's back, pursed his lips and didn't catch up.

He didn't understand his mother. He felt that every time she scolded her, she didn't feel happier. On the contrary, she was still more angry. Why did she scold him?

When he doesn't exist, when he can't be seen?

Why do you have to come and urge him to do his homework, and then scold him again?

Mo Tong doesn't understand. He thinks that there are many splits in Mo ting. Maybe Mo Ting doesn't understand those splits.

-

when the people from Ningji and jianhaixi are busy with the aftermath, the culprit who fled just sits on the sofa of the West courtyard, enjoying the special black tea of Mosheng.

Mo Sheng looked at the uninvited woman, squinted, eyes dark gradually closed, lips slightly raised a small arc, said: "I'm afraid they can't think how, you will come here at this time."

"It's just that they don't dare to call." Talilina chuckled.

In just a few days, she had found out Ning Jiwei's temperament.

There are all kinds of means and brains, but they want too much and are tied up everywhere.

For example, Ning Jiwei couldn't have thought that she would come to find Mo Sheng after she fled, but she didn't send anyone to the West courtyard.Because he didn't dare, didn't dare to conflict with Mo at this time.

Otherwise, what can he do?

Thinking of this, talilina said with a sneer: "those who are too small can never make a big deal."

"I agree." Mo Sheng said with a smile: "if Ning Jiwei's group could be as ruthless as me, I would not be sitting here now."

Talilina looked at him, but said nothing.

It's her life creed that those who achieve great things don't care about small things.

I don't know why, but now she is a little disgusted with this creed, including her own.

Without her permission, her brain brought up the picture of Mo Jue falling in front of her, and she still remembers the heat of the steel wire passing through his chest.

Why would there be a fool who would risk his life for others?

Talilina's hand in the cup tightened unconsciously.

I don't know if that idiot is still alive.

Mo Sheng noticed talilina's running spirit and asked, "why, but I'm not used to drinking black tea?"

"Nothing." Talilina regained her composure, bowed her head, sipped her tea, and curled her lips in displeasure.

Mo Sheng micro pick eyebrows, toward the side of Lisa waved: "for red wine."

"Yes." Lisa answered respectfully and turned to open the wine.

No matter it's tea or wine, it's the best thing here.

But talilina was not used to a mouthful.

It seems that

Only with mojue, the wine is fragrant.

Apart from that, everything is dull.

"I don't know what you're going to do next," morsen said with a smile

Talilina shakes her glass in her hand, and her mind is pulled back. Her lips are slightly open, and her voice is cold: "let's make a quick decision. I'm a little sick of this game."

Make a quick decision, or her heart will deviate from the original track.

People like them who are used to the dark are not qualified to go into the light.

Hope and light are the real things that make her miserable.