Mo Lingyuan wiped away the tears on Mo Lingwei's face with his fingertips, "Weiwei, it was so difficult for my mother to give birth to you, and she bet her life's happiness and even her life. If you don't live well, I'm really sorry she.
No matter what happens, we will always be brothers and sisters of the same mother. If something happens to you, my brother will never feel at ease for the rest of his life. "
Mo Lingwei covered her face with her hands, and crystal clear tears flowed from her fingers: "I shouldn't have come to this world, and my father actually hates me in his heart.
Hating me made him lose his love, hating me made him bear the humiliation, hating me has become an indelible stain in my mother's life, if it wasn't for my mother's last words before she died...
My father treats me well just to make up for my mother..."
Mo Lingyuan's broad hands grasped her frail shoulders: "It's none of your business, don't take all the responsibility on yourself. From the beginning to the end, I have always believed that my mother is innocent. She never I did something wrong to my father."
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The last time the siblings had a heart-to-heart talk was before Mo Lingwei went abroad. Mo Lingyuan returned to Wangyue Pavilion after coaxing Mo Lingwei to sleep just like when he was a child.
Chu Yunyao had already washed and washed, and lay down on the bed.
Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Chu Yunyao opened the gauze curtain, saw Mo Lingyuan came back, and pointed to the lamp on the table, "Blow it out, let's go to rest early."
Mo Lingyuan looked up at her, her whole body was wrapped in a thick quilt, she stretched out a few light-white fingers, twisted the gauze, poked out a small head, opened a pair of clear black eyes, scorching stared at him.
Mo Lingyuan only felt an evil fire rising in his body, he turned off the light as he said, walked to the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down.
As soon as she lay down on the edge of the bed, she was hugged by a pair of soft arms. Chu Yunyao leaned over her limp body, dragged him in dissatisfied, and muttered: "The bed is so big, why are you sleeping on the edge of the bed?" Come on, won't you be afraid of falling if you turn over?"
In the dark night, the snow outside reflected on the window, and he could vaguely see her silhouette.
Mo Lingyuan rolled his Adam's apple, and obediently moved inside, pushing her body away from him: "Lie down well, let's talk."
Chu Yunyao: "..."
She even took the initiative to throw herself into her arms, why is this person so ignorant of style?
I'm going to the south tomorrow, and I don't know how long it will be until the next meeting. Has he never thought about having her?
After all, she is a girl, and Chu Yunyao also wants to save face. She had to pretend to be reserved, lay down beside him with a little distance, and asked sullenly, "How long will it take you to come back after you go?"
"I don't know." Mo Lingyuan's breathing was disordered, his fingers clenched the quilt tightly, and he opened his eyes to look at the top of the gauze tent, and his ears were filled with the sound of her breathing.
"Then, will you miss me?" Seeing that he was motionless, Chu Yunyao moved a little towards him, turned her head and looked at him.
"Yes." Mo Lingyuan swallowed.
How could he not want to? Before he left, he had already started to miss her.
While the person was still lying beside him, he couldn't help thinking about it, and his whole body started to ache when he thought about it.
Seeing that he refused to say a few more words to him, Chu Yunyao immediately became dissatisfied, rolled around in the quilt, and asked irritably, "Do you like me or not?"
Mo Lingyuan: "..."
Mo Lingyuan stretched out his arm and tucked the quilt up for her, his voice was so hoarse that it was about to drip water: "Of course I like it, don't move around, it's cold, don't catch a cold."
Chu Yunyao: "..."
What an incomprehensible guy, even after hinting at him like this, he still can't figure out her intentions.