The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 499 Red Heartwood's Crutches, hitting the body of Mo Jingshen

There were a lot of people present here, and there were a lot of servants around the Mohist. It was not convenient to ask what the season was warm. When I regained my gaze, I pushed my father to the table and sat down.

"Grandpa, you don't have too much fire on weekdays, don't always gas with our young people, or pay attention to your body." After the warmth brought the father to the table, he indicated that the maid could serve. .

I had already prepared dinner at the kitchen, and I was waiting for my father.

The warm season thought that the mother and daughter of the ink came together to have dinner. As a result, the servant came back alone and said, "They said that they had eaten something in the afternoon and they are not hungry. They will not come to dinner this evening. ”

Master Mo did not say much, just laughing and letting the season warmly sit next to him.

Because the old man always likes to drink a few small drinks while eating, now the body has not recovered so he can't drink, but he really wants to drink. Ou Bo intends to move the medicinal wine aged in the ink house to drink for the father, medicinal wine The body, drinking a few mouthfuls is no problem.

The warmth of the season is not rushing to sit, avoiding the ink-soaked sight of the ink-stained depths. Seeing that Ober went out, he quickly went out to help.

When Ou Bo saw the warmth of the season, he followed it out. He smiled and picked up a jar of medicinal liquor and said, "How many wines do you have? I can take it myself and suddenly follow it. What do you want to ask me? What?"

The season smiled warmly: "Ou Bo, I really came to help."

Ou Bo smiled and didn't say much more. He only walked back with her and said, "I know what you want to ask. Three years ago, my father didn't wait until you saw him. After you flew to London, Mr. Mo also did not explain what contradictions have arisen between you. He only said that the divorce is his decision. You are forced to leave by him. All responsibility is not with you. Even if it is the last resort to the Mohist, it is not yours. The old man raised his crutches and smacked Mr. Mo, and all of them were dozens of hard hits on the back. The crutches of the red heartwood were hard and strong, and they broke directly at the end. You said that he How much have you been playing..."

The warm pace of the season is directly stopped.

"I was watching it at the time. I didn't want to stop it. The old man was on the air. Mr. Mo took everything to himself. He stood there and said nothing, and he did not hide. Father. When he picked up the crutch, he went to his back. He didn't even wrinkle his brow until the last crutches were interrupted. The old man sat down. When Mr. Mo went, I saw his shirt immersed in the back. It’s wet, and the degree is estimated to be unsatisfactory, but it’s definitely not going to be good...”

The seasons warmed down the eyes, and the moment of the heart seemed to be smashed.

On the back of Mo Jingshen, the old wounds fell in Cambodia and Los Angeles. Even if the wounds have healed, they can't stand the kind of ravages. Three years ago, it was only a few months before his wounds healed. Father took a crutches and hit him on the back. It is estimated that the old wounds that are particularly serious will collapse and the shirts will be wet. This means that the wounds are hit hard and broken.

The kind of pain that hurts with bones and bones can be known only by imagination.

Ou Bo sighed again: "From small to big, the old man never beat him, but for you, the crutches were directly interrupted... oh..."

The warm pace of the season stopped outside the front hall door, and what Ober said was so much. If he thought about it, he would not continue to talk more. He did not urge her to go in. He directly walked into the front hall with a jar of wine.

The warm season is a bit bleak.

In the eyes of the reverberating eyes, the old inks were reflected. He said that trust is the basis of marriage. He said that he would never divorce, but in the end he pushed her away and said that he had promised with her. The ink depth of everything that has passed is already dead.

Therefore, he is no longer the man she believes in love, nor is it the one who can fight for her life, not the man who died in Cambodia because of her.

He said that he was already dead in the car accident.

Even if she knew that it was a fake, she gradually made her believe that it was true in the next three years.

Only when he is a man with the same face as the former Mo Jingshen.

That's it.

But Ober said to her that three years ago, after she left, Mo Jingshen was beaten by a man who was hard-hearted. He admitted that he had forced her away.

The warmth looked at the brightly lit front hall, and then walked back from the outside strictly. Seeing the warmth of the season outside the door like a statue, raising his hand and shaking it twice in front of her eyes: "Warm sister? You send What to stay? What to do outside the station? Feed the mosquitoes?"

The season warmed back to God and looked at him: "Where did you go?"

"I went to the door of the ink house and looked at it. I was familiar with the environment from here to the outside. If there is any situation, I can take it with you at any time. Isn't this the responsibility of the bodyguard?"

“What can I do here? It’s safe at home in Mexico, you don’t have to be busy with the environment, take a break.”

"Ah? Then you are really familiar with this place? You shouldn't really be Mrs. Me... Are you not single? Warm sister?"

In the season, the mouth of the warm mouth was pumped, and the person was pushed back to the front hall, letting him go to eat. The young man with a high size was screamed by her, and finally got in, and the season warmed and glanced at it. Turned and walked down the stairs in front of the front hall door, my heart was flustered, I wanted to turn around outside and breathe.

Just around the shade in the back of the front hall, I suddenly heard someone talking, listening to the sound seems to be a little familiar, the warm footsteps, and instinctively stood behind a thicker trunk.

"I saw it? The season warmly came back. I thought she had nothing to do with the Mohist family. I didn't expect the old man to be discharged from the hospital. She came!" The voice of Mo Peilin was very low: "Just in the Did you see it outside the front hall? The old man kept holding the warm hands of the season, as if she was close to his grandson!"

"Mom, do you pull me out to peek, just to watch the season warm?" Mo Jiaxue's voice is low, or the gentle and timid and inferior tone.

"I am letting you see the facts, this season is definitely not good. You forgot what we are doing to the Mohist family? Just to find a place to stay here for a few years? Who knows how long the father can live? In case he is gone, this ink house can't hold us anymore." Mo Peilin whispered: "The depth of field has not come back for a long time. It is rare that the old man just left the hospital yesterday. The depth of field finally returned to the Mohist yesterday. You go to his room and look for a chance to talk. As a result, you don’t listen to this dead girl. The result is that the warm season is so killing today! If you are so weak again, the depth of field will be taken away by this woman... ”

(End of this chapter)