My ex-husband thought I was obsessed with him [Rebirth]

Seeing the confused expression on the young man's face, Aunt Yang couldn't help asking, "You don't know? Master Mo didn't tell you?"

"I only know that there was an accident that made Mr. Mo Shenghuan disabled." An Nuo thought of Mrs. An's triumphant smile, did she know something that made her smile so happily?

"That disability..." Aunt Yang said with difficulty, "At first it was physical. After such a long time, most of it has been recuperated. The focus is on the mental problem. The doctor said that Master Sheng Huan was strongly stimulated, which led to adult disability. Autism, the disease...sometimes with violence."

An Nuo looked at Aunt Yang with blank eyes.

Nasty, really numb.

This is the so-called, just escaped from the wolf's lair, and then entered the tiger's mouth, I should have jumped off the car on the road!

Great!

"However, there was only that one violent act. For most of the rest of the time, Master Sheng Huan was still very quiet." Aunt Yang tried hard to redeem her, but An Nuo's eyes had already started to wander towards the door.

"Aunt Yang, where is the bathroom?" An Nuo covered her stomach with one hand, and frowned, "I'm not feeling well."

The timing of the proposal to go to the bathroom was inappropriate, and Aunt Yang could see the boy's intention to escape at a glance.

But looking at the young man's clear and clean eyes, Aunt Yang couldn't bear it.Just by looking at his face, he could tell that this child was cute and cute, and he shouldn't have been forced by his parents to marry someone much older than him at such a good age.

But the young master is also suffering. After encountering these things, he has been alone for so long. If he can have someone to accompany him for the rest of his life, he will die, so he can explain to his mother under the nine springs.

"That side." Aunt Yang felt that heaven and man were fighting each other, and pointed the boy in a direction.

"Thank you, aunt." An Nuo walked over quickly, planning to climb the window or crawl through the dog hole, but didn't want to push the door and see a garden, and there was a back door not far away.

This points to a way out!

Good people are safe for their lives!

An Nuo walked quickly to the back door, suddenly there was a short voice from above his head, and Mr. Mo's voice came from the second floor, scaring An Nuo into a shiver.

"Where are you going!" The old man was full of anger, this roar completely exposed An Nuo's whereabouts, and several bodyguards rushed over and quickly blocked the back door.

An Nuo didn't panic at all, slowed down, turned his body [-] degrees, calmly pulled a flower from the nearby bush, then raised his head and looked at Mr. Mo with a puzzled expression.

"Grandpa Mo, what's the matter?"

Mr. Mo narrowed his eyes and waved to An Nuo, "Come up."

An Nuo held the stem of the flower and returned to the villa step by step. Under Aunt Yang's sympathetic gaze, she stiffly stepped up to the second floor.

Mr. Mo came over, looked at the boy's expression, and his eyes fell on the flowers in An Nuo's hands.

"What are you doing pulling flowers?"

"It's the first time we meet, I don't want to be empty-handed." An Nuo smiled shyly, showing three points of shyness, three points of nervousness, and four points of being at a loss.

Chicken thief like me!

"I have a heart." Mr. Mo smiled meaningfully, and pointed to the opposite room, "I told Sheng Huan, you can go in and sit with him."

Mr. Mo's gaze was on his back, An Nuo braced himself and walked to the designated room step by step, as if holding the handle of fate, he pressed down to open the door.

The door opened, and the faint fragrance of ink came to the face, and the white gauze curtain by the window was blown up by the wind, carrying the freshness of garden plants, flowing and flowing.

An Nuo closed the door of the house, and the gauze curtain slowly fell.

This is a study room. The tall bookshelves on both sides are full of books. The log desk is spotless, but there is no one around the desk.

A slight sound of flipping a book came from behind, An Nuo turned around, and the moment she saw the scene behind her, she froze in place, and couldn't move her eyes for a while.

Tea and untouched desserts are placed on the small glass round table. The round table reflects a little sunlight, giving the man sitting next to him a faint brilliance on his hair.

The man's eyes were light, looking at the book in his hand, he didn't notice the guest next to him at all, his white and slender fingers gently clasped the black bronzing soft cover of the book, the picture was extremely eye-catching.

The tool-man uncle who only survives in other people's mouths seems to have come out of a painting.The side profile is extremely beautiful, the eyebrows are trimmed like ink, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the lips are light in color.The wrists under the cuffs of the black shirt, because they are too thin and the wrist bones protrude, look more cold and hard.

Even in midsummer, he was still wearing a long-sleeved shirt, with the first button fastened meticulously. It was light and indifferent, and could make people feel cool all over at a glance.

This person has a kind of indifferent temperament, like a stray black and white swallowtail butterfly, with long and fluttering tail wings, passing the world, not paying attention to the flowers blooming and falling, and being cold and out of the world.

I have to say that my uncle is much prettier than my nephew. If there hadn't been that accident, the current Mo family should be his world.

An Nuo quickly regained consciousness, a little unimaginable that such a person would harm another life.

"Mr. Mo?" An Nuo opened his mouth carefully to break the silence, but there was no reaction from the other party.

An Nuo moved a chair and sat opposite Mo Shenghuan, holding a flower in one hand, lowered her head and took out her phone, and used Du Niang to search for symptoms of autism in adults.

Inability to carry out normal interpersonal communication, withdrawn and closed, emotional disturbance, stereotyped behavior, and sometimes self-harm.

There are not many introductions about adult autism on the Internet. An Nuo secretly looked up at Mo Shenghuan, and found that the other person was as quiet as a sculpture, and did not respond to the changes around him at all.

Can't perceive the colorful surroundings, and can't give a response, just like being trapped on an isolated island without end.

An Nuo tilted her head and looked at the book cover in Mo Shenghuan's hand. On it was a string of fluent characters, which was a type of language that An Nuo had never been exposed to.

When Mr. Mo said "sit and sit", he really meant to sit and sit. An Nuo looked around and found that there was a suite in the study, with a separate toilet and bathroom.

The flower in his hand was a little wilted due to lack of water. An Nuo found a nearly used up aromatherapy bottle in the bathroom, and shook it in front of Mo Shenghuan to ask for advice. Seeing that the man didn't respond, he poured out the remaining essential oil and rinsed it. Finally, insert the flowers and put them on the glass round table to complement the dessert.

"Grandpa Mo should have told you about me."

An Nuo carefully picked up a piece of dessert under the eyes of the man, "I may marry you and marry you. But don't worry, I won't take advantage of you. You should do good deeds and help me out of the sea of ​​suffering. In return, I will I will take care of you while going to school."

Mo Shenghuan raised his hand and turned the pages of the book, his eyes turned cold.

"Don't look at my young age, but I have experience in taking care of two cubs at the same time. When the gold medal confinement sister-in-law sees me, she has to turn her head and leave. She goes up to breastfeeding, bathing and changing diapers, and down to putting her to sleep, feeding medicine and making supplementary food. Everything works!"

An Nuo swallowed a mouthful of dry pastry, "If you don't speak, I'll take it as your consent."

The man remained silent, looking at the book in his hand with an indifferent expression.

I have to say that such a quiet and beautiful tool man is perfect for marriage.

Looking at the time, An Nuo finished the dessert in his hand, said goodbye to the man and walked out of the study room. When the door was closed, a breeze blew by, and a petal fell on the glass table, reflecting a light pink color.

An Nuo stood quietly in front of the door for a while, adjusted his expression and went downstairs, only to see Mr. Mo pacing back and forth in the living room with a slightly nervous expression.

"Grandpa Mo." An Nuo greeted the old man, wondering in his heart when he would change his name to daddy.

At least wait until the red envelope is in place.

Mr. Mo strode forward, with complicated expectations in his eyes, "What do you think... Sheng Huan?"

"He seems to be in a bad situation." An Nuo looked at Mr. Mo sincerely, "You should have told me more about his situation when you first started."

The information revealed in the words made the old man's face full of disappointment. Also, who would want to marry a wooden man with serious psychological problems.

"But..." An Nuo changed the subject, "I've thought about it seriously. I want to take care of him. He's alone, so lonely."

As soon as the words finished, Mr. Mo's eyes widened and his chest heaved violently. He took a few steps back and sat on the sofa. Seeing this, the bodyguard next to him immediately took out a quick-acting heart-rescuing pill and let the old man press it under his tongue.

An Nuo was taken aback, she didn't expect her words to be so powerful, the all-powerful Mr. Mo seemed to be extremely vulnerable whenever he encountered something about his son Mo Shenghuan.

If I remember correctly, not long after Mo Shenghuan passed away in his previous life, Mr. Mo began to fall ill, and he never got better. After a year and a half, he drove west, and Mo Chenghuan started to take charge.

"Okay, okay!" The old man hesitated for a long time before trembling, with tears in his eyes, "You are really a good boy."

An Nuo smiled, hiding her helplessness.

If there is no such thing as marriage, why should I marry young, isn't it delicious to lie flat?

"I know that Shenghuan is not a qualified spouse. You have been wronged. The Mo family owes you, and my old man owes you." Mr. Mo let out a long breath, and raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes.

"I have a great responsibility for Sheng Huan to become like this." Mr. Mo waved his hand, and several bodyguards stepped back and closed the door.

"So, as long as you can marry Shenghuan, I'm willing to give you some compensation." Mr. Mo looked at An Nuo.

"If you have any request, just ask."

compensate?

And such a good thing? !

You know, in the previous life, except for Mr. Mo, the other Mo family members were very dissatisfied with Mo Chenghuan's marriage.Everyone felt that An Nuo had climbed a high branch, and wished to squeeze out An Nuo's bone marrow to fill it up, and they didn't say a few good words.

Now that he could make a request with Mr. Mo, countless stacks of pink banknotes first rose in An Nuo's mind. After three seconds, Mrs. An's arrogant appearance appeared in front of An Nuo's eyes.

As long as I don't leave Anjia, the tragedy of my previous life will still happen again. No amount of money can afford to get rid of the bad things. It is obviously more important to leave the original family.

Although Mr. An is kind to the Mo family, after he married Mo Shenghuan, the matter was settled.It's not embarrassing for Mr. Mo that he proposed to leave An's house.

An Nuo made up her mind and raised her eyes to look at Mr. Mo.

"I want to draw a clear line with Anjia."