Chapter 717

When he heard Mo chongchen's words, he was slightly stunned. "What do you mean?"

"You are mo Chongyan, the head of Mohist school, the president of Mohist group. You have the ability to respond to everything. What is that Xu family?"

Mo Chongyan did not speak, listening to Mo chongchen's words, motioned him to continue.

"Although the Xu family is nothing in front of the Mohist school, it still has some weight. If their children, even the children of an unpopular illegitimate girl, are holding the title of the Xu family, and if the child happens under your arrangement, what do you think the Xu family will blame?"

Mo Chongyan did not speak, but frowned.

"If the child had a problem in the hospital at that time, even if it was known that you were doing it, it had nothing to do with you. You just tried your best to do what you could. No one would think that the deterioration of a child's condition had something to do with you."

"But now, when I meet Xu Jiaojiao and..." Mo chongchen originally wanted to call Liu Qingwen by his name, but after thinking about it, he thought it was inappropriate, so he didn't go on. He believed that even if he didn't say it, Mo Chongyan could understand what he meant.

"When there is a conflict, it is not the Mohist's own children who are transferred, but the Xu's children. If something goes wrong, they will feel that we Mohists are deliberately targeting an innocent child."

In fact, Mo Chongyan was angry at that time. He really didn't notice that so much trouble would happen in the future. Moreover, he felt that he had made reasonable arrangements, so he didn't pay attention to it.

But now, after Mo chongchen said that, Mo Chongyan just noticed that there were many things that were not considered at that time.

"So, when everyone knows that you have arranged things, you can only go there in person, show concern, and put pressure on the doctors in the hospital, whatever you want. In a word, this child must not have an accident."

When Mo chongchen said this, he sighed slightly and looked at Mo Chongyan for a long time, then continued to finish what he didn't finish:

"Mo Chongyan, I don't want to ruin your later life because of your wrong decision."

Mo Chongyan frowned slightly. He looked at Mo chongchen and pursed his lips. It seemed that he wanted to say something. But after thinking about it, he swallowed the words that had already reached his mouth.

Seeing that Mo Chongyan didn't speak, Mo chongchen looked down at his mobile phone. On it was a picture of himself, a picture with her mother. Later, his mother's head was cut off by him, leaving only his own smile.

"In fact, up to now, there is another way."

Almost at the same time when he heard Mo chongchen's words, Mo Chongyan already guessed what Mo chongchen thought and immediately refused: "no, no matter what happens later, I won't let you accept this responsibility."

"But I'm not Mohist."

"You are!" Mo Chongyan's eyes were slightly bright. He stood up, turned his back to Mo chongchen, and then continued: "when my mother publicly announced that she would write you back in the genealogy, you were already."

After a pause, he seemed to feel that his statement was not appropriate. Mo Chongyan said, "no, you are."