At one forty-five, Mrs. Mu was reading in her room when her mobile phone suddenly rang. It was her old sister who invited her to have afternoon tea.

It happened that nothing happened. She readily agreed.

Put on a suit of light clothes, she only brought a bodyguard, and asked the driver to take her to shenglingge tea restaurant.

They made an appointment in the box on the fourth floor. The old lady was in a good mood. She was humming old songs when she pushed the door.

Just the moment the door opened, she was stunned there.

"Mo Lingfeng, why are you here?" old lady Mu narrowed her eyes and didn't go in.

"If the old lady wants to know, come in and ask me slowly. It's not a wise choice to stand there." Mo Lingfeng picked his eyebrows and smiled dangerously.

At the age of Mrs. mu, she can still see whether the other party has a different plan.

When she turned to go, she heard the people behind her say, "if you go, I will have thousands of ways to make you lose your life at night."

"You!" the old lady was annoyed, but she still didn't look back.

"My surname is mo, but I can also say my surname is mu!" Mo Lingfeng's hand knocked on the table and gave a happy laugh.

Mrs. Mu's face suddenly changed. Her hand in front shook. Finally, she turned around, closed the door and sat gracefully opposite Mo Lingfeng.

"What do you want to say?" Mrs. Mu sat upright and dangerous, with the same momentum as before.

Mo Lingfeng picked up the glass, shook it slowly twice, took a sip, put it down, and waited for the old lady's face to ease, before he said, "it's very simple, I want revenge!"

"What's your revenge? I don't understand!" Mrs. Mu smiled.

"Don't Mrs. Mu understand? Then I'll talk to Mrs. Mu slowly to let you know why I changed my surname to mo." Mo Lingfeng put his hand in front of him, and his gentle eyes give people a sense of tenderness.

But Mrs. Mu didn't like these eyes. She hadn't found them before. Now she has seen who his eyes are like.

"My mother's name is gentleness," said Mo Lingfeng, observing Mrs. Mu's expression. "Mrs. Mu's rival in love, the white moonlight in the heart of the late Mu family owner."

"Really?" Mrs. Mu's face changed, but she still tried her best to maintain elegance.

Everyone has an unknown secret in his heart, most of which are not bright enough. That's how I admire the old lady.

"My actual age is 29 years old, a few months younger than your Mu Qingyu. Do you think it's a coincidence?" Mo Lingfeng deliberately stressed his age.

"It's a coincidence. You don't have to say you're my husband's illegitimate son?" Mrs. Mu sneered.

"Otherwise, why else did I find you, Mrs. mu?" Mo Ling leaned back against the wind and held his arms in front of his chest, warm and soft, but full of cold.

Mrs. Mu smiled, "how many years ago did you say so?"

"I'll find out after a paternity test with Mu Qingyu. But I believe you don't want me to do it. After all, my existence is a disgrace to your life. Old lady mu, you owe me two lives and a perfect life. You must give it back to me!" Mo Lingfeng's voice is gentle, but with a murderous intention.

Mrs. Mu's heart beat faster than usual. She suddenly felt frozen for a hundred miles. She pretended to be calm and smiled, "I don't know what you said."

"Since you don't know, I'll ask the media to help you think!"

"Dare you!" Mrs. Mu stood up and glared at the other side.

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