Mo

"Mom, I'm broken in love." —— Le Tiantian, who returned home, hugged her mother in her dreams, crying like this.

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Under the personal escort of Quan Lingzi, the newlyweds returned to the courtyard where Mo Quan lived-they converted it into a new house.

"Little Yezi." Before parting, Quan Lingzi stopped Ye Rui and bowed deeply to her: "Xiaoquan will leave it to you."

Mo Quan didn't feel very comfortable when his mother called Ye Rui "Little Ye Zi".

But Ye Rui smiled until her eyes narrowed into crescent moons. She responded calmly, calmly and lively to the point of being a little nervous, and said, "I leave Izumi's happiness to me."

The conversation between women is really incomprehensible.

The servant closed the door for the two of them.

"Izumi, don't you think that having so many servants in your home is no different from surveillance?"

"En." Mo Quan checked the room, all the places where the camera might be hidden, checked two or three times before giving up.Only then did he start to find a brand new quilt in a muffled voice, and bent down to hit the floor.

Ye Rui came out of the shower, wearing a one-piece cartoon pajamas, with long wet hair, and slumped on the bed: "Wow, I'm really tired. Fortunately, I didn't remove my makeup by myself, otherwise I would be exhausted."

Mo Quan went to take a bath without saying a word.Being in the bedroom with a woman made him feel very stressed. He wondered if Le Yutian, who lived with Zhang Miya, thought the same way.

"Izumi, I'm really curious." Ye Rui, who was under the quilt, stood up on her side and looked at Mo Quan who was sitting on the floor reading a book.The two of them had a very tacit understanding and did not question whether it was wrong to sleep separately like this.She asked shamelessly: "Are you really not tempted by such a beautiful beauty here?"

"Little Ye Zi, don't make trouble." Mo Quan indulged Ye Rui's unexpected mouth and shook his head.

"Thinking?"

Mo Quan glanced at Ye Rui and nodded.

"Have you ever thought about it. We really will live like this for the rest of our lives?" The eyes on the bed stared at the person reading on the ground seriously.

Mo Quan was suddenly stopped by this question and couldn't speak. For some reason, his heart felt very uncomfortable, not for himself, but for their little Ye Zi.

"Oops!" Ye Rui suddenly fell down with her head up, screamed strangely, and interrupted herself dancing, "Stop talking, Izumi, tell me the story of you and your brother!"

Mo Quan was a little stunned. In recent years, he had the illusion that the whole world knew those things.Everyone looks at this relationship that has passed away for many years with the eyes of looking at garbage and dirty animals, as if everyone can still cast aside this matter for 100 years.Unexpectedly, besides Le Yutian, there are people who want to understand gently and deal with it with kindness.

Seeing Mo Quan's hesitation, Ye Rui started joking again: "Don't be afraid, don't talk about restricted ratings, just talk about daily life? I want to hear..."

Mo Quan got up, went out for a while, and came back with a tray in his hand, with warm milk and crystal clear honey on it.

"Speak."

It was in such an environment as calm as water that Mo Quan had the urge to face this best friend, this delicate and delicate girl who was troubled by many disasters, to dig out his shadowed heart, and to do it a little bit. Scrape off the gray bit by bit, revealing blood red.

He wanted to say, maybe it was to Ye Rui, maybe it was to this room, maybe it was to the atmosphere of the entire speechless Mo Manor.Tell me about how someone once cared about me, tell me about his abnormal dependence and obsession with domineering and violence, tell me that he never admitted his mistake for liking his brother—and never will, say that he is almost The collapsing little universe expressed his gratitude to Xiaoye.

Messy and illogical chatter, talk about bits and pieces of the past, many sweet details that Le Yutian and even Fang Yuzhao don't know, which are completely opposite to painful memories.Those things are like the purest and highest quality honey, which is kept in a sealed jar and will not go bad for hundreds of years.

While talking, the sky was getting brighter, Ye Rui had already fallen asleep, and the pillow was wet.

Mo Quan got up and helped her tuck the quilt, and after a sleepless night, he put away the floor bed and began to wash.

On this day, the Mo family finally provided mobile phones for two guys who had no communication tools for many years.As for the honeymoon trip arranged by the Mo family for the two of them, but both of them rejected it at the same time, they just let it go.

Xiao Yezi spends most of the day in front of the computer, typing "cracklingly", while talking on the phone to Yang Mianxiang.Mo Quan, the idle young master, was willing to accompany Xiao Ye Zi, and with a respectful attitude, he never peeped at what she was writing non-stop all day long.

When she is not fighting against the computer, Ye Rui will go shopping, go shopping in a beautiful way, buy whatever she wants, satisfy a woman's insatiable shopping desire, and no longer have to worry about tight wallets.

Or will accompany piggy.

Old man Mo is completely cultivating Mo Xinzhi like his father Mo Ze. Now Mo Xinzhi is just the size of Mo Quan who met his brother for the first time. Every day life is learning!study!study!

Xiao Yezi felt very distressed, and Mo Quan didn't quite agree with this approach.After all, not everyone has the talent of Moser.

Furthermore, when the two of them were sleeping at night, no matter how sleepy they were, Ye Rui would always ask Mo Quan to tell his life experience as a bedtime story.

During this period of relative freedom, the word "Le Tian Tian" became a taboo in the Mo family, and no one mentioned it again.It can only appear in Mo Quan's heart over and over again, day and night.

Xiao Yezi belongs to the type of people with strong mental power, but there are always times when she is in a trance.The smile that she used all her strength to hold up, occasionally disappeared in a short time.The way she sat and watched the scenery with the doll in her arms became Mo Quan's most unforgettable scene.He only thought that no matter what Xiao Ye Zi wanted, he would definitely give it to her!

Somewhere, he always had a faint premonition.

So when the news of Xiao Yezi's death came that day, he was not surprised at all.He remembered that Xiao Yezi picked the most beautiful sports car of the Mo family to be buried with her. The roar of the sports car crossed the sky above Mo Manor, as if she was cheering in relief.

The notebook she left to Mo Quan reads: "I will leave my most precious legacy - Mo Quan, to my best buddy, Le Tian Tian! Izumi, help me ask my parents one last question: why can't we respect True love?—Little Yezi stays."

Mo Quan did this according to Xiao Yezi's will, and his mind was blank, so that he didn't even know how his parents answered in the end.He only cares about his humble material sacrifices—those materials are not even his, and what he got in return is the reward of Xiao Yezi's life.

Yang Mianxiang found it, and handed Mo Quan the file bag containing a stack of papers and a USB flash drive while crying.That's what Ye Rui wrote these days.

The cover reads: "Don't worry, don't suffer, don't abandon, don't blame, don't complain, don't forget."

The first paragraph: "The first time I saw Mo Quan was undoubtedly at the beginning of the first year of high school. At that time, Mo Quan was still an immature child like everyone else, with a thin and thin frame, and a layer of soft and natural curls hair, hair tips scattered on the shoulders, small face, surprisingly three-dimensional facial features, thin lips, light pink, as quiet as a sensible little girl. When introducing himself, there is only a short sentence: "I It's called Mo Quan. "

Mo Quan took the folder, packed up Xiao Ye Zi's favorite beautiful dress, and said goodbye to his mother.

"This time, I will never come back again. I will arrange my own life." For the first time, he bluntly threatened his mother with his life.

He booked a taxi and walked out of Mo Manor.Those who usually stared at the young master vigilantly for fear that he would leave for half a step, also flinched this time, watching him leave alone.

"Little Yezi, let's go home."