"Uncle, don't look at me like this, I'm a little scared."
This Han You is so excited, does he already suspect that he is his son?
Was his mother Mo Qing blind at the time? How could she find such a soft-hearted man? He must not be his biological father!
After listening to his words, Han You quickly put away his eyes and asked him to sit down on the sofa.
"You do look a bit like your mother." His voice was still excited, and he was a little overwhelmed by the excitement.
Mo Zili looked at the light gray sofa in front of him, but did not sit down.
Who knows what he and that old woman did on the sofa just now? He is a mysophobic person.
Seeing that he refused to sit, Han You quickly rearranged the sofa and said, "It's so tiring to stand. Why don't you sit down?"
However, the way he looked at Mo Zili was still blazing with passion.
"Well, no need, I'm fine standing." Mo Zili was still very resistant in his heart.
Han You was stunned for a moment, but he didn't force him. Instead, he remembered something and turned around to walk to the kitchen.
"What would you like to drink? Pure water or orange juice?"
Although Han You tried his best to control his emotions, Mo Zili could still see his nervousness and excitement from his fair face.
"No, I just want to confirm some things. Come sit down and let's talk."
"okay."
After hearing what he said, Han You stopped, turned around, walked to him, and sat down on the sofa.
"How are you, mom?" Facing Mo Zili, Han You looked a little embarrassed.
But after he finished speaking, he suddenly laughed at himself and laughed in despair.
"When I saw you, I was really confused. Although she did not marry into the Murong family, Murong Lenghang has been doting on her alone for the past seven years. How could she have a bad life!"
"Also, her son is so outstanding, so talented at a young age, and he is also a world-famous child star. Your mother must be very happy, right?"
The disappointment on Han You's face became more and more intense.
Seeing him like this, Mo Zili felt filled with emotion.
"Do you love my mother very much?" he asked.
Han You saw through his thoughts and lowered his head in embarrassment.
"That was a long time ago."
"Seven years ago, around May Day, did you two ever get together?"
In order to verify his relationship with Han You as soon as possible, Mo Zili couldn't care less and asked directly.
"Seven years ago? Around May Day?"
Han You was stunned for a moment, and then the long-lost past clearly appeared in his mind.
At that time, he was still the most famous composer in Yucheng, and his career was at its peak. Several songs written by him were widely sung.
That day, he tailor-made a song for a first-line actress who had switched from film and television to the music industry. He felt that there were a few lyrics that were not suitable, and he kept revising them in the company until late at night.
He remembered clearly that it was the fifteenth day of the month, the moon was bright, and the ground seemed to be covered with frost.
When he came out of the company and saw such a beautiful and quiet night scene, he wanted to walk back.
However, as soon as he walked towards the steps in front of the company, a woman suddenly ran out from behind a magnolia tree nearby, came directly over and hugged his neck.
"Han You, I've been waiting for you for a long time, why did you just come out?" The woman smelled strongly of alcohol.
He frowned and wanted to push the other person away, but the other party kissed him directly.