Mo Lingwei wanted to continue asking, but was interrupted by Mo Zhongtian: "Lingwei, there are some things that you better not know."

Mo Lingwei stretched out her hand, folded a white plum and held it in her hand: "I only know that my brother likes my sister-in-law very much. Before leaving, he entrusted her to me and asked me to protect her safety with my life. If something happens to my sister-in-law, I will It's hard to escape the blame.

If something happens to my sister-in-law, I will never feel at ease in my life.

Father-in-law, I will accompany my sister-in-law on the trip to the south. I also hope that the father-in-law will secretly send someone to take good care of me and my sister-in-law. I will eat the food and water delivered to my sister-in-law first. If there is danger, I will also block it first. In front of sister-in-law. "

"Ling Wei, you..." Mo Zhongtian's blood surged.

He just wanted to get rid of Wen Ruyi's child, just to vent his anger on himself. Why did his son and daughter fight against him?

Mo Zhongtian fixedly looked at Mo Lingwei's face, which was almost exactly the same as Fa's wife, the pain in his eyes surged like water waves, his Adam's apple rolled, but he couldn't say a word.

It is said that the past is like clouds and smoke, but some past events are like brand marks, deeply engraved in the depths of my memory, and cannot be spoken to others.

Mo Lingwei turned to look at Mo Zhongtian: "Father, no matter what grievances you have with the Chu family, sister-in-law is innocent, she was thrown into the countryside when she was born, and was raised by a nanny.

When it was time to marry, he was taken back to Jincheng as a pawn and sent to his elder brother's residence.

From the beginning to the end, she has no right to choose.

People cannot choose their own birth, if they can choose...

Commander-in-law, if I can choose, I am willing to exchange my life for my mother's life..."

Mo Zhongtian: "..."

When Mo Zhongtian heard Mo Lingwei's words suddenly, he was struck by lightning for an instant, and his emotions surged, "Ling Wei, you, why did you say that suddenly?"

"I was originally a person who shouldn't have been born..." Mo Lingwei lowered her eyes, bitterness flashed across her eyes.

Mo Zhongtian's tone was a little flustered: "Weiwei, do you know something?"

"I don't know." Mo Lingwei shook his head and denied, "If it wasn't for me, my mother would not have damaged her body because of giving birth to me, and finally died of depression and passed away prematurely."

Mo Zhongtian: "..."

I don't blame you, but I blame that bastard, Wen Ruyi.

What should be blamed most is being a father!



Standing behind the stone wall, Chu Yunyao watched the figures of the two go away, and her mood rose and fell like a tide.

She didn't expect that Mo Lingwei would be so kind to her, and she didn't expect that Mo Lingwei would grow up with such a big sense of guilt. No wonder even though he was pampered and held by Mo Zhongtian, his temperament was still cold and alienated .

Just listening to Mo Zhongtian's tone, the death of the former warlord's wife seemed a little strange, and it wasn't just because of Mo Lingwei's birth.



I don't know if it was because of Mo Lingwei's maintenance, or because she diagnosed the happy pulse for the third aunt, which made Mo Zhongtian feel good, but she was left behind by the second aunt, and had an unprecedented meal with Mo Zhongtian and the others. A reunion dinner that is not reunion.

During the dinner, Mo Zhongtian kept picking up vegetables for Mo Lingwei, and several concubines continued to pick up vegetables for her. Although Mo Zhongtian still didn't look good towards her, but because of Mo Lingwei's presence, he didn't give anything to her. She is embarrassed.

The second aunt escorted the two of them into the carriage, and Chu Yunyao keenly noticed two eyes falling on her like sharp knives. She lifted the curtain of the car, turned around abruptly, and looked upstairs. The face disappeared from the glass window.

Chu Yunyao asked Second Aunt in a low voice, "How is Second Miss Mo doing?"