Uncle President, don't spoil me

Chapter 420

Zixuan just sent a name to Juemo about the [-] million US dollars to buy Juemo's life before, and then ignored it. There are some things that others cannot interfere with.

Juemo originally stayed at Zihao's place to eat and drink, but after receiving the news from Zixuan, he locked himself in the room. He didn't see anyone for a whole day. Without saying a word, Xiao Ying has always had a bad temper and has no patience. If it was normal, she would probably have fought with Jue Mo long ago. She couldn't bear this look of dying, but she said something After speaking, he was completely stunned.

"The person who bought my life is my father, my biological father." There was no trace of warmth in Jue Mo's voice, as if he was talking about someone else's business, but the sarcasm in his eyes was too deep, which made Lian Xiaoying so hard-hearted Everyone couldn't help feeling distressed.

And after that sentence, there was a whole day of silence. Xiao Ying wanted to speak several times, but she didn't know how to speak. She also knew that there were many things that no one except himself could understand. Just understand.

It was the first time for Xiao Ying to see such depressed Juemo. He always loved playing tricks, as if he had no worries. It was the first time she knew that he was not carefree, but just abandoned himself. A person without self, How can there be troubles?

The next day, Jue Mo disappeared. There were traces of fighting in the room, but there were also clues left by Jue Mo, but the clue was not to tell Xiao Ying who took him away, but to tell her, don't worry, he will return soon .

Almost no one knew that Juemo had left Italy, was taken to Germany, and was put under house arrest in a very ordinary town in Germany.

No one talked to him, and he was not tortured, but he was placed under house arrest, and three meals a day were provided as usual, which only restricted his freedom. Jue Mo seemed to be calm, staying in the town with good food and drink, He didn't seem to be worried about his situation at all.

It wasn't until the third day that someone finally opened the dark door, and when they saw Jue Mo sleeping soundly against the corner, he was obviously taken aback for a moment. The man and Jue Mo looked very similar, and they both had beautiful and handsome facial features. But he looks a few years older than Juemo, very calm.

"Mo..." The man stepped forward and kicked Jue Mo who was sitting on the ground, frowning, as if he didn't like the stuffy musty smell in the room.

Jue Mo moved, slowly opened his eyes, raised his head to look at the man's face, and murmured after a while, "You're here."

Very plain, as if expected long ago, very indifferent, like treating a stranger.

Such a Juemo, such a tone, made the visitor stunned again, staring at Juemo closely, for fear that he would be disguised by others.

"Don't look at it, it's me." Jue Mo rubbed his forehead, stood up with his support on the wall, and asked casually, "Why, that person wants to see me?"

"Yes, father wants to see you." The man pondered for a moment, nodded, and looked at Juemo with complicated eyes, as if he wanted to persuade him, but restrained himself.

"But, I don't want to see him." Seriously, with a bit of a joking tone, Jue Mo leaned against the wall. After a few days of house arrest, he did not get the sun, his skin was a little paler than usual, and he showed a fragile look look.

"Mo, don't be willful." The man frowned, his gloomy face showed a warning, his handsome sword eyebrows walked together close together, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Cheng Hui, you know, I met him just to make him want me to die faster." Jue Mo sneered, with a beautiful arc on his lips, and countered, "Could it be that you still expect us to die?" Can you make up?"

Seeing the man's silent expression, Jue Mo chuckled, "You won't be so naive until now, are you? If he and I reconcile, do you think we will come to this point?"

In the world, they are probably the only father and son who can turn against each other to such an extent that the son can't wait to destroy everything his father has, while the father pays for murder. There is such an incompatibility between them, does Cheng Hui still think that there is still peace between them? ?

"He has changed, Mo." Cheng Hui frowned stubbornly, obviously lacking confidence.

changed?Jue Mo rubbed his nose and smiled. If that person changed, he would not be arrested here and put under house arrest, nor would he buy murder to kill him. He should hate him to the bone, just like Jue Mo Mo against him.

King sees king, dead end.

This is why Cheng Hui tried his best to cover up Jue Mo's whereabouts for so many years. Both of them are his close relatives. He doesn't want to betray anyone, and he doesn't want anyone to get hurt.

"If Mommy is still here..." Cheng Hui clenched his fists, knowing that Jue Mo disliked hearing him mention Mommy, but he still said it.

"Get out." Jue Mo interrupted Cheng Hui, his face was livid, like an iceberg, "Cheng Hui, if you think you can control me by locking me here, then you have made a mistake."

Cheng Hui's complexion was ugly, and he sank almost immediately, his cold lips were tightly pressed together, and it took him a while to speak again, "Do you want to try his method again?"

Jue Mo tilted his head and looked at the ground, as if caught in some memory, half of his face was hidden in the shadow, looking a bit charming, he chuckled lightly, how could he forget?That person indifferently smashed all his favorite things to pieces, and threw his favorite puppy into the swimming pool to drown, making him stand aside and watch.

"Cheng Hui, I am no longer the Cheng Mo I used to be, that weak young man who would only hide in a corner and cry. He thought he could control me so easily?" Jue Mo's tone was strange And sarcasm, with a touch of weirdness.

"Mo, why do you defy him?" From Cheng Hui's point of view, even though Jue Mo has grown up to what he is today, he is still no match for his father. What can't be done by a man who is so cruel that he can even give his wife to his enemy? out?

"Do you think that since I escaped, I will go back and become his pawn?" Jue Mo raised the corners of his lips, his brows and eyes gleaming with joy.

Cheng Hui frowned, he had known for a long time that he would not be able to persuade Jue Mo, this younger brother, like that cruel father, seemed casual, but was stubborn to the point of frightening.

"Tell him, if you want to see me, come by yourself. Or, you can choose to knock me out or kill me." Jue Mo turned around and smiled strangely at the white wall, "Anyway, he will do something like this It should be familiar."

Clenching his fists, Cheng Hui looked at Jue Mo's toughness with nothing to talk about, so he could only return angrily and leave with a sigh.

As for Jue Mo, who was facing the wall, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He had already begun to look forward to what kind of expression that father would use to face this once abandoned by him, but now he suddenly wanted to use it again. son.

Just, son?Oh, what a delusion.