Chapter 1150

Sure enough, as Mo Lingyuan expected, for many days in a row, the war was raging like a raging fire, and Mo Lingyuan stayed in the camp for food and lodging, and didn't return to the mansion for a long time.

The Si family didn't expect the news from the Feng family to be false, and they were defeated by the Mohist army...

Mo Lingyuan walked out of the house like in the past, and there were calls one after another from the front.

Mo Lingwei ran in front of Mo Lingyuan, smiling like pear blossoms, crying uncontrollably, trembling with excitement, a rare gaffe, "Brother, brother."

Mo Lingyuan supported her and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

Mo Lingwei pointed to the front and stammered: "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law is back."

Mo Lingyuan seemed to be frozen in place, slowly raised his head, looking forward.

Chu Yunyao's long jet-black hair was braided and fell down on both sides of her chest. She was wearing a coarse cloth dress, her figure was petite and exquisite, and her skin faded from the porcelain white it used to be to a color like rice grains.

The surrounding crowd spontaneously parted a passage, and he saw Chu Yunyao trotting towards him quickly.

At this moment, Mo Lingyuan could no longer see anyone in his eyes, only a petite and slender phantom flew towards him, and everything around her became an illusory image.

Ever since he heard the news that she was coming back soon, he had been rehearsing in his heart all the time, what would she be like when they met again, would she have an identity with him?

Would you blame him for not protecting her well?

Would you blame him for his incompetence?

Will you stop liking him?

I also thought about what he would do when he saw her, he would rush to hug her, he would lose his composure on the spot, he would...

Imagination never matches reality.

He wanted to run towards her, but his footsteps seemed to have taken root, his legs were as heavy as lead, and it was difficult to even move.

The hand hanging by his side couldn't help shaking desperately, as if he didn't even have the strength to lift it up.

"Yunyao." He shouted her name with all his strength, his voice was like a mosquito ant.

Even every time I took a breath, my numb heart began to ache.

He seemed to hear the sound of blood boiling again in his body.

That was a sign of his revival.

Chu Yunyao looked at the man who was thinking day and night in front of him, stuck in place like a wooden stake, rooted and sprouting, she couldn't help laughing, her footsteps became faster and faster, and she ran towards him like flying, crashing into the man's body arms.

A muffled hum came from above her head, Chu Yunyao put her arms around Mo Lingyuan's waist, looked up at him, and put her head on his chest with a smile, "Lingyuan, I'm back."

When she saw the man, her eye sockets turned red instantly, and the mist quickly filled the eye sockets.

Mo Lingyuan was hugged tightly by her, and the feeling of being lost and found again filled every cell in her body.

He picked her up horizontally, turned around and went to the bedroom.

…

Mo Jinyu stood behind, hugged Xiu'er who had dark eyes, and was stunned.

Anyway, I have to take a look at this big kid.

How could this dear father not even give alms to Xiu'er from the corner of his eye?

Sure enough, the husband and wife are true love, and Xiu'er is an accident.

Poor Hugh.

Fortunately, there is an uncle who loves you.

It was the first time that Xiu'er saw so many people, and she didn't recognize this rather spectacular scene at all. In Mo Jinyu's arms, she gnawed her fleshy fingers and blinked her dark eyes. Looking at the beautiful Mo Lingwei.

Mo Lingwei looked at the child who was almost exactly the same as her own brother, and didn't know what to do. She stretched out her arms and wanted to hug him, "Second brother, me, can I hug this child?"