He entered a wealthy family by mistake

What situation, what revenge?

Fanjiu, who was standing aside and listening, was confused and couldn't understand what Uncle Da was talking about.

He looked up at He Zheng, but He Zheng did not explain, but said to Uncle Da, "You are a smart man. No one except Ji Cheng can protect Han Mo now."

"But if you insist on separating them, if the royal family realizes that Han Mo is the person they are looking for, don't think that Ji Cheng can still protect Han Mo."

He Zheng said this deliberately to put pressure on Uncle Da. He knew very well that even if Han Mo was no longer with Ji Cheng, Ji Cheng would still protect Han Mo with all his life. He just didn't want Ji Cheng's efforts to go unrewarded. .

Eleven years is really too long. There can be several eleven years in a person's life.

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

Uncle Da hurriedly wiped away his tears, bowed his head to He Zheng, and walked into the room quickly.

Seeing Han Mo crying, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Master."

Uncle Da called Han Mo with a trembling voice.

Han Mo, who was leaning against the head of the bed, raised his eyes full of tears and looked at Uncle Da while crying, his voice choked with sobs, "My parents...they are all gone."

Uncle Da burst into tears when he heard this. He hugged Han Mo into his arms, tried his best to suppress his sobs and told Han Mo, "You still have me, you still have me."

Han Mo burst into tears again and leaned into Uncle Da's arms for comfort like he did when he was a child.

Uncle Da sniffed and accompanied Han Mo, patting Han Mo's back to comfort him.

Han Mo cried for a long time before he calmed down. When he came out of Uncle Da's arms, he lowered his head and wiped his tears quietly.

Uncle Da looked at Han Mo quietly, thinking about what He Zheng had just said as if he had made a decision.

He asked Han Mo, "Do you still like Ji Cheng?"

Han Mo's hand wiping away tears paused, and he nodded after a while.

Uncle Da showed a pleased face, touched Han Mo's head and said softly, "If you like him, then continue to like him. No matter what choice you make in the future, I will not interfere again."

Han Mo, whose eyes were red, looked up at Uncle Da blankly, as if he was afraid that he had heard wrongly.

"I didn't like Ji Cheng because I misunderstood that Ji Cheng deceived your feelings before. But he not only avenged the master and his wife, he also searched for you for eleven years. This friendship is priceless. How can I stop you from being together?" ."

Uncle Da smiled and touched Han Mo's head again. The majestic old man before no longer existed, only kindness remained.

Han Mo understood that Uncle Da had not been deliberately indifferent to him in the past eleven years, but was afraid of his weakness, so he taught him sternly.

"When I learned that you got involved with Ji Cheng without recovering your memory, and that you were sent home by Ji Cheng, and that you ran away from home with Ji Cheng, I felt very complicated at the time and was afraid that you would be hurt again."

"But all this is because I misunderstood Ji Cheng. I should not have taken you to escape, let alone erased the memory of Ji Cheng. It is my fault."

After Uncle Da finished speaking, he bowed down and apologized heavily to Han Mo. The hands placed by his legs were shaking slightly, probably because he was afraid that Han Mo would blame him, or even hate him.

Han Mo knew Uncle Da. No matter what Uncle Da did, it was all for his own good. He didn't blame Uncle Da. If it hadn't been for Uncle Da, he would have died long ago. How could he hate Uncle Da because of this?

"It's my fault. If it weren't for me, you and Ji Cheng wouldn't have been separated for eleven years."

Uncle Da, who bowed his head to apologize, had a sore nose and felt uncomfortable thinking about this.

Han Mo also had tears in his eyes. He didn't know if Ji Cheng was angry now, or whether he could reconcile with Ji Cheng as before, but he still comforted Uncle Da with a forced smile, "Don't look at his cold face, but in fact he is really Very soft, he will forgive me as long as I apologize.”

"No, you are right. I will kneel down and apologize to him later, until he forgives me."

Han Mo shook his head. Uncle Da was the elder and he didn't want to see Uncle Da kneel down with others for him.

"Go and fetch him for me."

Han Mo quickly regained his composure and took a deep breath.

Uncle Da quickly wiped away his tears and walked to the door of the room, but before he went out, he saw Ji Cheng standing outside. He Zheng must have called him over.

Seeing Ji Cheng, Uncle Da opened his mouth but hesitated. He didn't know what to say or how to apologize to Ji Cheng so that he could forgive him.

Ji Cheng was not angry, and nodded politely to Uncle Da. He walked past Uncle Da and walked to the big bed. He picked up the IV pole hanging on the side, easily picked up Han Mo with one hand and walked to the door of the room.

"I'm causing trouble for you."

He hugged Han Mo and stopped talking to He Zheng.

He Zheng pointed to the room above with his chin and asked Ji Cheng to take Han Mo back to the room to rest. There was no need to thank him for such a small thing.

Ji Cheng nodded and then carried Han Mo towards their room.

Han Mo hugged Ji Cheng's neck and said nothing. He kept his head down, not knowing how to get along with Ji Cheng at this time.

Uncle Da quickly nodded to He Zheng Fan Yu and immediately followed Ji Cheng and Han Mo without wasting a second.

"Are they reconciled now?"

Fan Yu pointed at Ji Cheng's back and asked He Zheng in a daze, feeling that he had eaten this melon in a fog.

"We'll see how they get along tomorrow."

After saying that, He Zheng picked up Brahma and entered the room, closing the door.

Ji Cheng took Han Mo back to the room. He carefully put Han Mo on the bed and put the infusion pole in place with his hands.

Han Mo, who was leaning on the bedside, looked up quietly at Ji Cheng. He wanted to ask Ji Cheng if he was angry but didn't dare to speak.

Ji Cheng sat down by the bed and put his big hand on Han Mo's forehead to see if his fever had gone down.

Han Mo still looked at Ji Cheng, and soon there were tears in his eyes.

He wanted to cry when he learned that Ji Cheng's arm was lost to avenge his parents.

He didn't know anything and blamed Ji Cheng for not wanting him and scolded him for breaking his promise.

"Don't cry."

Ji Cheng raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Han Mo's face, his eyes turning red.

Han Mo didn't say anything, and threw himself into Ji Cheng's arms, hugging him tightly while tears kept falling.