The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

He reached out and touched the girl's fair cheek. His rough fingertips rubbed gently and he couldn't bear to let go. He said, "It hurts so much."

Heartbreaking pain.

He said, "Can you kiss me, just kiss me."

He's really, really easy to coax.

The man held her hand over his heart and held it there, burying his face on her quilt, his broad shoulders trembling, and his voice choked with sobs.

"But even so, I still can't bear to let you go, and I can't let you go."

Outside the glass window.

They saw the arrogant man sobbing in front of the hospital bed of his beloved girl.

There was a lot of commotion at the hospital that night, and rumors were flying.

Cheng Zixiu asked Zhang Qi to suppress public opinion and talk about the rest later.

Anyone who dares to make any further guesses about Su Mucheng will have his lawyer sue him directly and put him in jail.

For a moment, no one dared to mention it anymore.

In Mo Yuan's bedroom.

Mo Yanchen stood in the empty bedroom and didn't move for a long time.

Finally, go and hold Su Mucheng's pillow in your arms, as well as her quilt.

It's all about her scent.

He sat there hugging her and didn't move for a long time.

His body was numb, he moved, took out his phone, and clicked on WeChat.

Their chat history is still stuck in that video call.

She pretended to be cool and told him with a mischievous smile that she would give you a big surprise when he comes back.

She kissed his face through the screen.

She called him baby.

If you scroll up with your fingers, it's all their conversations.

Very sweet and happy.

Looking at it, he suddenly smiled.

In the photo album, there is also their happiness.

There is also a recording - one by one

"Baby."

"Ok?"

"who am I?"

There was a pause inside, and then the girl's pleasant voice sounded: "Baby, do you think I have Alzheimer's disease?"

He persisted: "Answer me."

She smiled: "You are my dear."

"who?"

"Ok?"

"Whose baby?"

"My, my Su Mucheng's baby, husband!"

Not only that, there is a lot more in it, everything about them.

Mo Yanchen's eyes were red, and he smiled slowly and curled his lips.

As if reluctant to let go, he played their conversation over and over again.

echoed in the empty room.

Then, like a child, he followed the words inside.

Over and over again, tirelessly.

"Baby."

Suddenly, a clear and smiling voice sounded in front of him.

Mo Yanchen suddenly raised his head and blurted out with great joy: "Baby!"

However, it was still empty as before, without her figure.

He smiled lowly, and the light in his eyes was completely extinguished: "It turns out that it was an illusion."

He kissed the girl's smiling lips on the phone. The recording inside was not turned off, just playing like that.

It was like he was not alone in the room.

The man took out his clothes from the closet and went to the bathroom. Just as he was about to take a shower, there was a sudden pause in the corner of his eye.

One by one in the bag in the corner

He took it over and found five used pregnancy test sticks, all with two lines.

Next to it, there are a lot of unused ones.

Mo Yanchen picked up the five pregnancy test sticks one by one in his hand, exerting slight force, and his fingertips turned white.

He closed his eyes and could imagine how delighted and happy his baby was at that time.

He must have rolled his eyes with a smile.

But now, his eyes were red from crying.

No wonder, even if danger comes, she has to protect her lower abdomen.

Even when he found her, she was hunched over in a protective posture.

She was so desperate to protect the baby they had never met.

The water from the shower kept pouring on his face, as if trying to wash away his tears.

And the other side.

Mo Huaiyang has been captured by Mo Yanchen's men.

She didn't take action immediately because he was guarding her.

Pei Ying seemed to have become much older all of a sudden, sitting on the sofa in the Mo family's old house.

When Mo Yanchen came over, she looked at him.

Then one by one

"Yan Chen, I'm sorry, it's all grandma's fault."

The man looked cold and indifferent, as if all the sunlight shining on him could not warm him up.

His light is gone.

Pei Ying said a lot, but he didn't seem to have much reaction. Half an hour later, Mo Yanchen left the old home.

Went to the Mo family's military industrial corps.

At the bottom of the Military Industrial Corps, there is a heavy prison.

Specially imprison people who have committed serious crimes.

The man looked cold and had a sharp aura.

He walked straight to the innermost part, where a man was imprisoned.

"Mo Huaiyang."

Mo Huaiyang raised his head and saw Mo Yanchen standing outside the iron gate, his eyes as cold as knives.

The person behind him glanced at Mo Yi. Mo Yi understood and immediately opened the door.

boom!

As soon as they entered, Mo Yanchen raised his foot and kicked Mo Huaiyang hard on the chest.

The force was so strong that he was thrown out, hit the wall, and then hit hard again.

The gold-rimmed glasses fell to the ground and were broken.

Mo Huaiyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Does it hurt?"

"Does it hurt, Mo Yanchen?"