My Previous Fraternal Twins

There are excellent tea in the fragrance of thousands of miles, which can satisfy the old tea guest Mo Kun.

Gu Qingming sent them a set of superior Kung Fu tea sets and top-notch good tea for Mo Shichen.

"What tea does uncle San drink?" asked Mo Shichen.

Mo Kun looked at the tea tray. There were black tea, Pu'er, Shan Cong, green tea and Tie Guanyin on it. He pointed to Shan Cong and said, "go with Shan Cong."

While cleaning the tea set, Mo Shichen said, "it's better to drink black tea before dinner to nourish your stomach. Haven't your stomach been better?"

"It's all right. At this age, you can't live a few more years if you pay so much attention to it." Mo Kun raised some turbid eyes and looked at Mo Shichen.

"Hard work is your own business. It's hard to feel a stomachache. Let's drink black tea. You like to take it back and drink it slowly when you leave." Mo Shichen said.

Seeing his insistence, Mo Kun didn't say anything bad.

Mo Shichen made a pot of black tea and handed it to Mo Kun: "Uncle three drinks tea."

Mo Kun took a sip from the teacup according to Yan: "good tea."

He praised, then put the teacup aside and said, "today I want to talk about Yuxin!"

Mo Shichen's hand paused, but soon recovered as usual.

He asked, "just say what the third uncle wants to say."

"I found Yuxin's body on the hill opposite the Mohist manor." Mo Kun said in a hoarse voice.

Tang Wanxin also looked up at the white haired old man in front of him.

He picked up the teacup, drank the warm tea and continued: "when I saw her body, I hated you because she died miserably, but then calm down and think that I was also responsible for the mistake. I didn't take her seriously and ignored her feelings for you."

Tang Wanxin didn't understand, but he listened quietly.

Mo Shichen said bluntly, "it's not your fault. You're not wrong."

"No, it's my fault. I'm sorry for you. Yuxin's death is also her last responsibility. I don't blame you." Mo Kun sighed.

Mo Shichen poured him another cup of tea and continued to listen to him.

"My time should not be long. I have some assets under my name. I want to transfer him to your name after I die," Mo Kun said.

Tang Wanxin looked at each other puzzled.

Mo Shichen said, "why?"

"Those were originally prepared for you. I thought that if you lost the election in the Mohist school, I would let my company out to you. It can be regarded as a good place to go, so as not to be forced to live nowhere." Mo Kun said in a voice of vicissitudes.

Tang Wan was slightly surprised.

Mo Shichen's eyes also fluctuated.

"I trust you. No matter what happens to the company in the future, I don't complain. I just hope that when the company is profitable, I can take out 5% of the profits for charity every year." Mo Kun continued.

"Why do you think I will accept this company?" asked Mo Shichen.

"Because there is your mother's hope for you, more than half of the shares of this company belong to your mother." Mo Kun answered truthfully.

Mo Shichen's cold eyes were slightly warm, and his hand holding the teapot was slightly tight.

"Son, we won't talk about the previous things. Your mother hopes you can live a good life. As for her death, you'd better put it down." Mo Kun raised his hand and gently patted Mo Shichen on the back.