Beigong Tengxiao spoke so truthfully every word, and his serious expression was full of piety.
"As for Chu Jingmao, please forgive me for not being able to call him dad. Teng Xiao thinks he is not worthy of being Li'er's father. He has done so many evil things, and I have given him the punishment he deserves. I hope your spirit in heaven can rest in peace.<
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"Also, I'm sorry for not being able to meet you sooner." After saying this, Chu Jiaoli suddenly shed a line of tears from her eyes. She saw his eyes were pious and sincere, and he kowtowed.
That day, he knelt in front of Xia's grave without any pretense, politely and humbly describing Chu Jiaoli's situation in recent days like an ordinary junior.
Chu Jiaoli knelt beside him, listening carefully, listening to him skillfully speaking about his habits and preferences, and listening to him promising to Xia over and over again.
Chu Jiaoli never knew that he actually loved her a hundred times more deeply than she imagined. She shed a lot of tears, but they were not like the hesitation and sentimentality of the previous days, but moving, warm tears,
As I cried, I laughed again.
Her heart has never been as stable as it is now. The relationship between the two of them in the previous life has never been firm. He made mistakes and so did she. God gave her a precious opportunity to be reborn.
She finally chose him. At this moment, she truly understood that her choice was right. There is no one else in the world who can know her, love her, and cherish her as much as she does.
It's night in Chu Mansion.
Mo Wei took a rest on the bed, then sat up and put on her clothes.
Having just received nourishment, her face was rosy and radiant with vitality.
Her slender waist was hugged by the person behind her, Wen Ruyu pressed against her, his warm chest pressed against her slender back, and he pulled her into his arms. He gently leaned his lips against her ear, kissing her.
The ambiguous voice was hoarse: "Weiwei, you are very frequent."
"It's so noisy." Mo Wei's voice had already returned to coldness, and she frowned and said, "Just get out if you're not satisfied."
Even though she said this, she did not push him away. She seemed to like the feeling of him holding her. The hug could make her feel an unprecedented attachment and soothe her inner fatigue.
Wen Ruyu had long been accustomed to this completely different attitude. He smiled half-heartedly and said, "No, I can't ask for it. I've been looking forward to the feeling of being needed by you, even in my dreams."
"Humph." Mo Wei snorted coldly.
"It's too much to burn down the bridge before you cross the river. Do it again?" Wen Ruyu's voice was coaxing and full of teasing.
Mo Wei slapped his hand away and said: "Go away."
Seeing Mo Wei put on her coat, Wen Ruyu raised her long eyebrows gently, took out a strand of hair from her middle coat and smoothed it out: "Where are you going?"
Hearing this, Mo Wei sneered and said, "Chu Jingmao has a broken leg. I'll take care of him."
Chu Jingmao's broken left leg had been bandaged. He asked the doctors repeatedly, but all the doctors agreed: "There is no possibility of recovery of this leg."
At this moment, he was half-lying on the bed. The severe pain prevented him from sleeping peacefully. He woke up from nightmares several times. He gritted his teeth tightly and sweated. He wanted to reach out to light a lamp, but he couldn't move. He was half-lying.
There is a roar of sadness in the anger, full of unwillingness.
A figure stepped in. Mo Wei held a candle in her slim hand and lit it slowly, saying: "Why are you so anxious? Be careful and it will hurt you more."
Listening to Mo Wei's leisurely tone, Chu Jingmao became even more angry. He gritted his teeth and said, "To put it lightly, it's not you who broke his leg! After all, it wasn't you who caused this.
What?! It’s all your bad idea!”
Mo Wei turned around, sneered coldly, and said: "I warned you a long time ago. I blew a few gusts of wind and passed it lightly. Since he is her father, they can't do anything to you for the time being. If you insist,
You danced on someone else’s bottom line, and now you’re asking for trouble.”
"You!" Chu Jingmao was irritated when he saw her looking like she had nothing to do with him, but now he could only rely on her, and he didn't dare to be too harsh in his tone.
If she also abandoned him, he would have to go to the streets to beg for food given his lavish spending.
For a long time, he could only sigh indignantly. After a short pause, a stinging sensation came over his face. He raised his hand and touched his face, and gasped in pain.<
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That Chu Jiaoxing was so cruel that she almost smashed his face into pieces.
"You're not my biological father anyway."
Chu Jiaoxing's words came into his mind again, and he rolled his eyes. Although Chu Jiaoxing's biological father had warned him to keep his mouth shut at that time, but now that Chu Yan is dead, that mysterious man...
I haven’t seen him for more than ten years.
After thinking about it, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Chu Jiaoxing dares to ride on my head...Chu Jiaoli has the support of the prince, so I will cause trouble for her!"
Hearing this, Mo Wei looked sideways at the dancing candlelight on the candlestick with a sarcastic smile, and said: "Chu Jiaoxing has Prince Qi's support. The prince can't afford to offend him. How dare you offend Prince Qi?" Chu Jingmao snorted coldly and said: "Xia just stole someone, then Chu Jiaoli is still my daughter, Chu Jiaoxing..."
Hearing this, Mo Wei frowned slightly and her voice became a little lower: "What do you want to say?"
"Chu Jiaoxing, that bastard of unknown origin, as long as she undergoes a blood test, even the emperor can't protect her!"
Mo Wei's hand on the table suddenly clenched into a fist, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Don't say bad things about Chu Jiaoxing."
"Hmph, what can't be said about that bastard Chu Jiaoxing? Not only do I want to talk about her, I also want to talk about her unruly mother!"
Mo Wei slowly narrowed her peach blossom eyes, and in an instant, her eyes were filled with murderous intent. She turned around and glared at him, and suddenly raised her hand to strangle his neck.
Chu Jingmao felt suffocated, and the strength of his five fingers was rapidly tightening.
His eyes suddenly opened wide, and he struggled to raise his hand against hers and struggled: "You...you..."
Wen Ruyu folded her arms and leaned against the pillar outside the bead curtain, taking a leisurely look at Mo Wei's furious appearance.
Suddenly, a breeze blew by the window. He raised his eyes and saw the figure in red. He immediately stood up solemnly and saluted Mo Wuyou respectfully.
Mo Wuyou stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the scene inside the bead curtain, silent.
Mo Wei gritted her teeth and said, "I don't allow you to say anything bad about Chu Yan or Chu Jiao Xing."
Chu Jingmao's face was flushed, and his hands could not break away from the strength of one of her delicate hands. He just stared at her unwillingly, his throat was pinched, and he could no longer make a sound. He could only use his mouth to say with difficulty: "Why...
What...what..."
Mo Wei stared at him and said every word: "No, insult my mother."
