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This night was a night of indulgence.

Yang Mo drove the car and ran as fast as he could in the rainy night, as if he was competing with the thunder and lightning storm.

He didn't have any goals, he just walked along the streets, circling the whole city.

After a sudden change and two years of forbearance, no one knows what he is carrying in his heart at all times. This hatred and pain will not fade with the passage of time. Instead, like old vinegar and fine wine, time will

The longer it takes, the more intense it becomes.

That day, I was cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, and it was an explosion of depression in my heart. Today, a heavy rain once again ignited the accumulated fire.

It was rare that Han Xue did not disturb Yang Mo again, but stood aside and quietly looked at Yang Mo's profile.

This profile was so perfect that she wanted to take it as her own.

What attracted her more was not the perfect outline, but the dense emotions written on it.

What kind of emotion was that? She couldn't tell. It seemed like there was only one kind, and there seemed to be thousands of them, squeezed into that small place, like a mess.

"This man has a story, a story with complex plots and ups and downs. I really want to read it out. I'm so angry, but this is a man who doesn't want to see me."

"Forget it, ignore him. This big pervert has experienced some perverted things to make himself so perverted. That must not be a good story."

Han Xue moved her eyes away from looking at this perfect face.

But, but, she couldn't control her restless heart.

Unknowingly, her eyes stopped on that face again, and her hands and the whole face came closer.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and the curiosity in her heart became stronger and stronger. Well, she wanted to sort out this mess with her hands and see what kind of story it was.

Suddenly, there was a sudden brake, and the car stopped. After Han Xue's body swayed back and forth, it finally pressed against that face.

Time stood still, as if the sound of rain hitting the ground outside the window had disappeared.

"What are you doing?" Yang Mo turned around and looked at Han Xue in confusion.

Her cheeks were burning hot, and her head was buried deeply. Oh my god, what had I done? Did I just tell someone else about my first kiss?

Forget it, she confessed, but it was still a sneak attack. Forget it, it was a sneak attack, but it was different from the normal situation. It was not another man sneaking up on her, but her own sneak attack on a man.

God, I’m so angry!

"Yang Mo, why did you stop suddenly? Did you do it on purpose?" Han Xue blamed him coldly.

I secretly kissed Yang Mo, and I couldn't admit it even to death. This guy couldn't stand me now. If he admitted it, I don't know how he would demean himself in his heart.

"We've arrived." Yang Mo said.

Han Xue raised her head and looked, right? The car had stopped in a yard. In front of her was a quaint villa.

"Is this your home?"

"No, Xiao Xuan's home. I want to send her there, do you want to come with me?"

"No, it's quite warm inside the car."

Yang Mo got out of the car, picked up Xiao Xuan, who was still sleeping, and walked into the villa.

In the living room, General Xiao was reading a newspaper, and a cup of tea was fragrant beside him.

Seeing Yang Mo, General Xiao put down his newspaper and said hello.

"It's so troublesome...Mr. Yang brought his granddaughter back so late at night. Thank you for your hard work..."

General Wen Ruxiao almost lost his composure and stuttered when speaking.

"Is there something on my face that makes the old general lose his temper like this?"

Yang Mo wiped it on his face, leaving a bright red color on his palm.

He ignored that a star like Han Xue must wear heavy makeup.

"It's just a little accident." Yang Mo explained lightly.

"I understand." General Xiao responded with a smile.

It seemed that things were going very smoothly. He had no doubt that his granddaughter would not like Yang Mo.

If any woman doesn't like a man as impeccable as Yang Mo, it must be because his aesthetics are different from ordinary people.

"The department had a party today. Xiao Xuan drank too much. I wonder where her room is?" Yang Mo asked.

"upstairs."

Mr. Xiao just said a room number and did not get up.

Yang Mo hugged Xiao Xuan, walked into the bedroom, put her on the bed, took off her coat and covered her with a quilt.

His eyes wandered around Xiao Xuan's room. It was very simple, with few facilities and no girlish bells and whistles. A large wind chime hung in the middle of the bedroom, making a cheerful sound.

On the wall, there is a color photo hanging.

"She is also a poor woman. Her life must be very lonely." Yang Mo sighed.

Gradually, his eyes started to stare, and he always felt that the man in the photo was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he had no impression of it.

"Xiao Xuan's parents have been dead for more than ten years. I was still young at that time and had never stepped out of the border. Since this person feels familiar, he must have met him at the border. Could it be that Xiao Xuan's parents died in

Border?"

If this is the case, he can easily avenge Xiao Xuan's hatred.

With suspicion, Yang Mo walked downstairs.

"Mr. Yang, the rainstorm is still roaring, why don't you sit down and drink two cups of tea to warm yourself up? You can also chat with me, an old man." Old General Xiao invited.

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

Yang Mo sat down and took a sip of tea before asking again.

"The old general is very secretive about his enemies and never tells anyone. Could it be that the old general's enemies are at the border?"

General Xiao smiled bitterly: "Xiao Xuan's parents have never been to the border. When they were together, I was no longer at the border."

After a pause, the old general continued: "Actually, I don't say it because I am not sure who did it. I have never told this secret: the other party's target is me and a few old friends.

.The two of them died in my place.”

General Xiao closed his eyes and tried hard not to let his muddy old tears flow out.

"That's right, old general, I met Uncle Xiao at the border. You can check this aspect." Yang Mo said affirmatively.

He has already remembered some images.

In an instant, General Xiao's closed eyes opened, projecting a fierce light like the king of the forest.

Although Lian Po is old, he can still eat meat!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! He never went to the northern border until his death."

Yang Mo did not respond immediately, but fell into deep thought.

General Xiao seemed to be talking to himself, recounting the events of that year. These events have passed so long ago, but he will never forget them.

"Perhaps the corpse you saw is a fake. If it was really a fraud, Uncle Xiao might still be alive." After a long time, Yang Mo said.
Chapter completed!