Mengbao came to the door: Dad is uglier than you

Qiu Xiaochi lowered his head, at this moment, his mind was full of memories.

Thinking of the past, thinking of the time when they first met, it seems that since then, Mo Yu has been such a strong man, no matter when he is so strong, predatory and aggressive, until he eats you up Into the belly.

Qiu Xiaochi thought, how did she get into the deep pit of Mo Yu back then? "Koike.

"Compared to the one just now, Mo Yu's voice suddenly became much softer.

That kind of softness is like lowering your posture, like finally lowering your head.

Qiu Xiaochi suddenly raised his head and looked at Mo Yu in disbelief.

The Mo Yu she knew would never bow his head, would never admit his mistakes, and would never lower his posture to others. He is noble and powerful, extremely...extremely machismo, and extremely concerned about face, even if he is wrong, I won't recognize it either.

How could he speak to her in such a low-profile tone.

Qiu Xiaochi looked at Mo Yu hesitantly, frowning tightly, full of doubts.

Mo Yu looked at Qiu Xiaochi's eyes that were still clear after more than 20 years, and his breath was suffocated, his heart seemed to be burned, and suddenly began to ache.

He shook hands hanging by his side, then let go, "Xiaochi.

"He bent down, squatted down, and put his head on Qiu Xiaochi's knee, his low voice was magnetic and charming.

Qiu Xiaochi suddenly felt a little helpless, he didn't know what Mo Yu was doing, he had never done this before.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word, she didn't know what to say now.

"Koike.

"Mo Yu called Qiu Xiaochi's name again. He didn't seem to know what to say at this time, so he just called Qiu Xiaochi's name softly.

Qiu Xiaochi pursed her lips, put her hands on her knees without moving, but now she was caught by Mo Yu. She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't. Any chance of her struggling.

"Xiaochi, we don't have many years left for the rest of our lives.

"Mo Yu's deep voice carried some vicissitudes, it was the only lesson that years have taught him, "Let's not miss it again, okay?" "Qiu Xiaochi's eyes turned red when she heard this, but she turned her head away and looked out of the window. After a while, she finally opened her mouth.

"Can not go back.

"Her voice is not as clear and innocent as before, always full of vigor and smile, her current voice is a little hoarse, full of exhaustion, and hidden deep sadness and confusion.

At this moment, Mo Yu's heart ached terribly, as if someone had tightly strangled his heart with a barbed wire, making his heart scarred and painful.

"I can go back, why can't I go back, I am by your side now, and you are by my side.

"Mo Yu still said forcefully and a little stubbornly.

Qiu Xiaochi bit his lip, but still didn't look at him or speak.

But, obviously, her current silence has already shown her attitude at the moment, she doesn't think they can go back to the past.

"Xiaochi, I saw our daughter.

Mo Yu changed the subject, looked up at her, and looked at Qiu Xiaochi's pointed and thin chin, "Her name is Huo Sang, and she gave birth to a grandson for us. I heard her call that child Little Xingxing."

When Qiu Xiaochi heard Huo Sang's name, she finally had a reaction. She lowered her head and looked at Mo Yu, just in time to meet Mo Yu's eyes that had been looking at her.

At that moment, Qiu Xiaochi heard the sound of his heart beating wildly.

Even after many years, to her, Mo Yu is still... still a man who makes her heart beat faster.

"Our daughter is so old, we don't have much time left.

Seeing Qiu Xiaochi finally looking at him, Mo Yu's dark and deep eyes finally lit up, and he looked at Qiu Xiaochi.

Qiu Xiaochi didn't speak.

Mo Yu made up his mind, and grabbed Qiu Xiaochi's hand, "I'm sorry, Xiaochi, I've been late for so many years.

"The man finally lowered his head, and Qiu Xiaochi's eye circles turned red instantly, tears filled his eyes, and he couldn't help but fall down.

She didn't know if this was the only time in this man's life that he said sorry, and she didn't know what he was apologizing for.

However, she knew that getting this man to say I'm sorry was more difficult than killing him.

Qiu Xiaochi closed his eyes, tried his best to restrain the grievances in his heart, and tried his best to restrain the tears from falling down.

Seeing her like this, Mo Yu pulled Qiu Xiaochi into his arms with both hands, "I'm sorry, Xiaochi.

"He said softly again, with a strong apology in his voice, as well as those loves that he hadn't had time to say for decades.

Qiu Xiaochi's body stiffened for a moment, but he didn't struggle, and gradually relaxed in Mo Yu's arms.

She didn't know what to do now, or how she should face Mo Yu, but she didn't want to struggle, and she didn't want to deny the feeling of satisfaction and joy when she held Mo Yu.

She likes Mo Yu's, she has always liked Mo Yu's.

However, too many things happened between them, she didn't know how to face Mo Yu, nor how to talk to him.

But she wants to indulge herself, indulge herself, ignore the past, and only enjoy and cherish the present.

Qiu Xiaochi closed her eyes, her eyelashes were still stained with tears, which wet a small piece of clothes on Mo Yu's chest, and the tears also burned that piece of Mo Yu's skin.

"Xiaochi, don't cry.

"Mo Yu's voice was low and mature.

Qiu Xiaochi paused, and suddenly remembered the past... "You know, when you cry, I can't help it.

" Immediately afterwards, she really heard Mo Yu say the same familiar sentence.

Qiu Xiaochi's body froze again, and then buried his face deeper.

They didn't talk too much, just like what Mo Yu said, more than 20 years have passed, and they haven't seen each other for more than 20 years. Those pains and misunderstandings can't compare with the joy buried deep in their hearts.

Those joys trump all.

At this time, as long as they are happy, as long as they are still alive, as long as they are still together, that is the best result.

Qiu Xiaochi shrank in Mo Yu's arms for a long time before raising his face.

Mo Yu didn't want to finish, he didn't want Qiu Xiaochi to leave his embrace so soon.

But he knew that Qiu Xiaochi finally had something to say to him, so he had no choice but to patiently follow her wishes and let her go.

Qiu Xiaochi tidied up her hair. Her hair had just been dyed by Hawthorne. The chestnut-colored hair, plus her not-so-aging face in Mo Yu's eyes, gave her a variety of charms.

Mo Yu's eyes darkened a little as he watched her move her hair behind her ears.