Mo Chongyan's backhand is a punch, which hits Qiu Shao's abdomen solidly. He doesn't even have the chance to escape.

"If you want Mohism and identity, I can give it to you, but Yutong is my wife. Get out of here!"

Qiu Shao covered his abdomen. Although it was painful, he felt it was joyful. Instead of anger, he laughed.

"But Mo Chongyan, what should I do? Except for Tan Yutong, I'm not interested in everything about you Mohists."

Mo Chongyan raises his hand to fight again, but Qiu Shao catches him.

"I won't make the same mistake twice."

As soon as he listened, Mo Chongyan covered his abdomen and coughed.

Tan Yutong want to dissuade, but there is a child in hand, can only be the first to put down the ink Han.

Tan Yutong just wanted to get up, but because she stepped on her skirt, she fell down. The pain made her tears almost flow out.

Seeing this, Mo Han called out in a hurry:

"Dad, uncle, don't fight. Mommy is crying."

Tan Yutong was stunned and said: bear child, is there such a pit for your mother? Besides, where did I cry? I didn't cry, OK!

Two people who wrestle together smell speech, immediately stopped the action on the hand, ran toward Tan Yutong.

He opened Qiu Shao's hand to tan Yutong, and Mo Chongyan said, "didn't you hear me? Just now Xiao Han called me first, and I was his father."

Qiu Shao sneered at Mo Chongyan, "do you think it's great that you are his father? I've been taking care of Xiaohan's daily life for the past three years. "

Two people who also don't let who, again of dispute don't go down.

Hearing Qiu Shao mention the three years of his absence, Mo Chongyan's heart is filled with anger. If it wasn't for him, he would not have missed the three years of their mother and son's life!

"It's just three years. I will take care of Xiaohan for the next 30 years."

Qiu shaoman said with disdain: "thirty years, I want you to live to that time."

Tan Yutong helplessly looks at them, pulls Mohan's hand and says:

"let's go."

"Where to go!" Two people with one voice, then looked at each other, "of course, back to my home!"

"Mo Chongyan." Tan Yutong turned and looked at Mo Chongyan, frowning slightly, "I can't go back with you."

"Why? You're my wife. You're back. You're home, of course

Qiu Shao looks at Mo Chongyan with pride. He never thought that he would play such a naive game with Mo Chongyan one day.

If it wasn't for the enmity of the previous generation, if his mother hadn't died, and if it wasn't for Liu Qingwen's intervention, maybe their brother could really live such a life.

But now it's impossible, everything has happened, it can't be changed!

"You can clean up the rubbish in your house first."

Tan Yutong's vision crossed Mo Chongyan and looked behind him. There was anger rising in his eyes, but Tan Yutong stifled it.

Mo Chongyan looked back and saw Xu An'an, who was walking towards them. He explained:

"Yutong, I have nothing to do with her. All the time, I just looked at her as my sister. I have already explained this to you a long time ago."

Tan Yutong shook his head with a smile and said:

"if only a few explanations can get rid of all the relationships, then Mo Chongyan, I can, and I can explain more words you want to hear and don't want to hear."