Outside the ward door, there was a cough that was neither gentle nor heavy. It was getting late. She was injured. Mo Qiange didn't want to disturb her rest, so he helped her lie down.

Mo Qiange smiled: "Mo Mo, in fact, Tang Chao was very good to you. From a notarized perspective, Tang Chao was not at fault for what happened back then. He was innocent. You can't implicate him and blame him just because he is a member of the Tang clan. On his innocent head.”

"Don't mention him." Lu Momo turned away his eyes lightly.

Mo Qiange didn't push her. At this point, I believe she understood everything she needed to know.

"It's getting late, and you, the patient, should rest early."

Lu Mo grabbed his hand nervously, "Qinge, are you leaving?"

"I'm not leaving, just sleep peacefully."

Lu Mo nodded, slowly closed his eyes, and then opened his eyes quickly and insecurely, until he saw him still sitting on the edge of the bed with an expression of 'I knew you would open your eyes'. Looking at her, he smiled with satisfaction and closed his eyes again.

That night, Lu Mo slept peacefully.

…………

The Tang Sect headquarters was brightly lit. Tang Chao returned upstairs, passed by the study, and saw the people sitting inside through the crack in the door.

Mr. Tang was sitting at his desk, holding a handkerchief and gently wiping the photo frame. The expression on his face was one of deep sorrow.

He paused unconsciously and thought for a moment. Tang Chao opened the door and went in. Hearing the sound, Mr. Tang quickly raised his head with an angry look on his face. At the same time, the photo frame in his hand was knocked upside down on the table.

When he saw who that person was, the anger on his face subsided, "If you didn't stay with your fiancée at night, where would you go wild?"

Tang Chao pretended not to hear, walked directly to the desk, and picked up the old man's hand on the back of the photo frame. A trace of tenderness flashed in Mr. Tang's eyes, and he let go and let him take the photo frame.

Looking at the graceful woman with a heart-warming smile in the photo, Tang Chao gently stroked her face with his fingertips and murmured: "I almost forgot, today is my mother's death anniversary... No wonder you stayed up so late..."

The distance was very close, so Mr. Tang naturally heard his murmur, and he hummed: "I've never seen you little bastard do anything reliable!"

After watching quietly for a while, Tang Chao gently put the photo frame on the table and stood it up, then turned to look at his old man: "Do you want me to have a drink with you?"

Mr. Tang said with a tigerish face: "Then why are you still standing there? Go get the wine!"

Soon, the wine was brought. Tang Chao and his son sat on the sofa, clinked their wine glasses, and then each drank without speaking.

When Mr. Tang thought of his wife who died young, the iron-blooded man couldn't help but moisten his eyes.

Mr. Tang has been married to one woman all his life. After he died of illness when he was thirteen years old, he has not remarried for more than ten years.

Tang Chao recalled the scene in the ward. Lu Momo, that heartless woman, cried like an ugly tabby cat and nestled in Mo Qiange's arms. He said extremely dependently that she was so scared, and felt depressed. Stifling pain.

Feeling very blocked, he drank one glass and poured another. He drank so hard that Mr. Tang slapped his hand that was about to pour the wine away, "That's enough. Drinking is harmful to your health."

For the first time, Tang Chao obediently stopped his hand, leaned back on the sofa and looked up at the crystal lamp above his head. After a while, he raised his hand on his forehead and said in a dull voice: "Old man, my mother has been gone for so many years, why don't you marry another woman?" ?”

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