Mr.Huo spoils his wife deeply

Mo yaoxiong sighed again, "I know, maybe you don't have too deep feelings for Yebai now, but I can only trouble you for this matter."

"What's the matter?"

When she returned to Lishui bay that day, aunt Zhou told her something about that year.

If it is to let her ease the relationship between their father and son, to tell the truth, Mo only feels it is difficult to do it.

After all, Mo yaoxiong abandoned Xiao Yebai's mother and let the young man wander in the countryside for so many years. Even if he later entered the Mohist school, he grew up in everyone's contempt and criticism.

Xiao Yebai, a self respecting and conceited man, may not have a deep hatred with his biological father, but it is impossible to dispel his past grievances so easily.

"Three years ago, shortly after you left, he was attacked at the airport and almost lost his life. It was not easy to rescue him. However, the doctor told me that he had mental problems. He said that he always didn't sleep at night. He sat on the hospital bed with the light on, or he looked out of the window..."

"I knew before that he would take some drugs to help sleep. The doctor told me that he could not take more or mix them. At that time, I was very worried. I often went to the hospital to accompany him, but he basically didn't communicate with me. I also know that it's because he can't accept my sudden change from adoptive father to biological father... "

"I tried for a year to have normal communication with him, but in the end, I failed. I admit that I am a failed father. In the past, I was afraid to recognize my own son, but now, my own son refuses to recognize me... "

"In order not to make his resistance too excited, I chose to leave. At that time, I told aunt Zhou to let her pay more attention to Yebai's physical condition, but in the past two years, he still fainted and was sent to the hospital from time to time. He didn't say anything every time; Aunt Zhou also told me that there were still those drugs in Yebai's drawer. Later, she was not allowed to enter the room... "

"I know that such a big company is under great pressure on him, but taking so many drugs is very harmful to the body. It is easy to stimulate the brain nerve over a long time. I am worried that it will be like your mother in those days..."

Looking at Mo's only beautiful but quiet face, Mo yaoxiong finally didn't have the heart to speak and finish.

"For Yebai, I am a failed father. When he came to Mohist school, he was worried that he was not good enough and would make your grandfather picky and distrustful. I have been strict with him for so many years. I always hope he can do his best. When Mohist school is handed over to her in the future, your grandfather can rest assured and your mother will rest assured."

"But now I'm old and my mentality has changed. I really don't want to have a tragedy like your mother again. Yebai is still young. He is less than 30 years old, and anyway, he is also Nuo's biological father. Even if you and he can no longer be husband and wife, the blood relationship between father and son can't be separated. You don't want him to break down his body at a young age. You don't want Nuo to be so young... Without his father? "

"I didn't say these words to scare you. I've been in contact with the hospital in recent years. His physical condition is really very bad. Just before you came back, he fainted in the company and was sent to the hospital. A few days ago, the hospital said to find out his amnesia... The only thing." Mo yaoxiong said earnestly, "I can only tell you these things, and only you can help me persuade him to go to the hospital early, okay?"

Mo is the only one standing there.

The bright and delicate facial features are particularly quiet in the afternoon light.

For a long time, she said, "I see."

**

After dinner, Rong'an drove Mo yaoxiong back to Nanshan Temple.

At more than seven o'clock in the evening, the only mobile phone rings.

She immediately connected, "Zhan Yao."

"Little princess? What can I do for you? " Zhan Yao explained, "sorry, I'm in Yuncheng now. There's a case to deal with here. I've been busy interrogating in the bureau all afternoon without looking at my mobile phone."

Mo only came straight to the point, "I want to ask you something."

"About night white?" Zhan Yao smiled, "finally know you care about him?"

"What do you mean?"

"I went back to Nancheng a few days ago. At that time, I went to hang up the psychiatric department at night. I was shocked. I wanted to go to the hospital to inquire about the news. Unexpectedly, I was temporarily sent to deal with the case..."

"Which hospital?"

"Nangong hospital."

"I see."

**

Rong an sent Mo yaoxiong and came back at 10 p.m.

When I entered the living room, I saw Mo sitting on the sofa, as if in a daze.

"Princess, why don't you rest so late?"

Mo always rests early at night.

Especially with Nuo, because children sleep early and get up early, she has developed the same biological clock as her son. It is time to go to bed every night.

"Rong an." Hearing the sound, Mo only raised his head and looked at him, "I have something to ask you. You honestly tell me that you are not allowed to lie, you know?"

Hearing this, Rong'an's expressionless face moved slightly, then opened his mouth and voluntarily admitted, "young master Xiao didn't let me say it."

"So he actually comes at night these days, doesn't he?"

Rong an nodded, "yes."

"You let him in?" Mo only continued to ask.

"No." Rong an looked magnanimous. "The first morning, when I woke up, I opened the door and found him sleeping on the steps at the door of the villa."

Hearing this sentence, Mo's only pupil moved slightly, "then?"

"Then he woke up and told me not to tell you that you would be unhappy if you knew."

Seeing that she didn't speak, Rong an continued, "the next morning, at about the same time, I opened the door and found that he was also sitting on the steps at the door. Later, I checked the monitoring at the gate and found that young master Xiao would come every night. The weather was bad these nights and it often rained. When he left this morning, his face was a little bad. "

After hearing these words, Mo only suddenly smiled.

"Princess..."

Mo only got up, "OK, I see."

"OK." Rong an didn't ask any more.

Seeing Mo's only turn upstairs, he also turned back to the house.

**

It's night.

Mo is the only one lying in bed, and the little nono beside him has fallen asleep.

There was no light in the bedroom. She opened her eyes and stared at an unknown point in the dark.

Ears have been listening carefully, trying to hear something.

But no

After a while, she couldn't help taking her cell phone.

1:05 a.m.

She put down her cell phone and continued to wait quietly

**

"Only, your father is so cruel, he is really cruel!"

"Your father is a liar, he is a liar, he lied to all of us!"

"Only, will you go with your mother?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, mom will take you now!"

"Only, only, only..."

Mo only shivered all over, and then suddenly woke up from his dream.

The room was full of darkness.

In the dream, the crazy woman in white pajamas seemed to be echoing in her ears.

Mo breathed heavily, and then put his hand around his son's body.

Smelling the faint milk fragrance on him and listening to the small but stable breathing sound, my mood finally slowly recovered calm.

It seems that she has never dreamed of Xu Xian since she knew she was not Xu Xian's own daughter. What's going on today? Why did you suddenly have this nightmare?

Is it because of what Mo yaoxiong said during the day?

Mo only sat up from the bed and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp.

Inside the quilt, little nono, dressed in pink bear design conjoined pajamas, pillowed his little pillow, closed his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and slept very steadily.

Mo only tucked the quilt up, and then he heard the pattering rain outside.

Is it raining again?

It seems to have rained these nights

Look past the alarm clock on the bedside table.

It shows that it's 4:20 in the morning.

Mo looked at the alarm clock and suddenly thought of something.

Then, it's almost uncontrollable

She lifted the quilt out of bed, put on her slippers, picked up a coat and walked out.