Huanhuan nodded and asked, "Do you still remember what happened in Nuwa Valley?"
Mo Jia responded, how could he forget those days?
"Actually... the child was gone at that time."
Her words completely shocked Mo Jia, "How could..."
If there is no more, then Mo Xiaohen is now...
Huanhuan slowly told Mojia everything that happened during that time, especially the dream that seemed true and false.
After listening to her narration, Mojia's eyebrows were always furrowed, and he could not recover from the shock for a long time.
No wonder his son did not have a fetus. He was a child who was saved by secretly changing the concept of time and space. Strictly speaking, it is still unknown whether he can be regarded as a "human being". Mojia couldn't help but think of himself and the burden he was carrying.
It was enough. He just hoped that his son would be healthy and that was enough. But this result caught him completely off guard.
Huanhuan understood what he was thinking, stood up and hugged him gently, blaming herself and saying, "Mojia, I'm sorry, I failed to protect the child."
Mo Jia slowly closed his eyes and collected the emotions there. He slowly shook his head, "No, it's because of me."
It was his failure to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband that allowed Huanhuan to bear so much alone.
Huanhuan took a deep breath, squeezed out two smiles on her cheeks, lowered her head, looked at him and said, "Actually, we should be happy now. No matter what, Mo Xiaohen is still with us! Even if he has no intention,
He is our son too!"
"Well," Mojia's long arms wrapped around her slender waist and tightened her in his arms, "I won't let something like this happen again."
Huanhuan's eyes dropped gently, "I don't care about the afterlife, as long as our family of four can be together now, that's enough."
Afterlife...
For them, it is a luxury.
*……*
On the 39th floor of M.O., Mo Sheng stood in front of the window, overlooking the entire city.
The cigarette between his fingers burned slowly, and the smoke swirled in front of his eyes, dizzying his vision.
He turned around slowly, put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, raised his head and glanced at the man on the computer screen, "I heard you have a son?"
Opposite him, Mo Jia's handsome and picturesque face remained unchanged, cold and light, yet exuding a sense of ease.
"Well, his name is Mo Hen."
Mo Sheng sat back on the leather chair, half-squinting his deep black eyes, "That's good, I will hold this seat for him for eighteen years. After eighteen years, ask this boy to come and report."
Mo Jia raised his eyebrows and said, "My son is going to inherit the K-word party. You have to figure out a way to deal with your affairs on your own. If you want to find someone to take over your mess, give birth to a child yourself."
Mo Sheng pouted, "Do you have any conscience? I'm taking responsibility for you!"
Mo Jia gave him a meaningful look, "Now, you are the patriarch of the Mo family."
Mo Sheng sneered and shook his head, "You have always been the patriarch of the Mo family, and it is you who have developed M.O. to what it is today." He raised his eyes, looked at him, and said word by word, "Everything about the Mo family today.
, it’s all given by you!”
Mojia lowered his eyes and said calmly, "It is your duty to guard them."
The computer screen suddenly went black. Mo Sheng sat there, his eyes twinkling slightly. He lit another cigarette, leaned his head on the back of the chair, held the cigarette in his mouth, inhaled it unconsciously, and then blew out smoke rings.
, slowly spreading upward.
I don't know how long he sat like this until the ashtray was full of cigarette butts. Then he lazily stood up, grabbed his coat and walked out.
It was already past midnight when we returned to the Mo family mansion.
He parked the car, opened the door, and as soon as he stepped out, he spotted a black shadow from the corner of his eye, like a ghost, flashed past and disappeared directly into the back garden.
He stopped and turned around. His pupils suddenly dilated. He no longer hesitated and chased after the black figure.
When they came to the back garden, the formation that trapped the evil beast was still there, leaving a large black mark that looked like a burn on the ground. Directly opposite, hidden on both sides of the flower cluster, was the entrance to the Mo family's underground altar. I don't know why.
Sheng's eyes remained locked there...
The Mohist underground altar has a history of nearly two hundred years. Since the Mohist family laid its foundation in S City, in order to maintain the Mohist ancient sacrificial activities, such a secret underground altar was built in the back garden.
Holding a torch in his hand, Mo Sheng walked through the long underground passage and walked straight into the sacrificial hall.
When he saw some necessary daily necessities inside, he was startled for a moment, then his eyes became hot and he couldn't wait to exit and look around.
Coming out of the sacrificial hall, you can see several entrances leading to different exits, which looks like a maze. At the beginning, in order to prevent accidents, the Mo family only left one exit, and the rest were set up with mechanisms. Specifically
Only the Mo family knows the location.
Of course, Mo Sheng also knew this secret, but he did not rush to enter the real entrance. Instead, he stood there and looked around with his dark eyes. He suddenly said, "I know you are here."
There was no response from the surroundings, only his "buzzing" echo.
"You saved me, does that mean you have given up?" He looked around and then said, "Since you have given up, why are you avoiding me again? What I said to you that day was true. Why did you
Still don’t believe it?”
Looking at the eerily quiet stone room, Mo Sheng's eyebrows were furrowed, "Okay, if you don't come out, I will have to go in to find you."
As he said that, he took steps forward, not towards the correct one, but straight towards the entrance in front.
Just as he was about to step in, he heard a slightly urgent voice, "Don't go in!"
Mo Sheng stopped and raised the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.
He knew that after she saved his life, she would not just watch him die. Although he "used" her again, this time it was worth it.
Mo Sheng turned to look at one of the entrances where the sound came from, and smiled softly, "Xihua, I knew you were here." Just as he was about to walk over, her hoarse voice came from inside again.
"Mo Sheng, please go out, I don't want to see you."
Mo Sheng frowned in confusion, "Why?"
"There are not so many reasons. Don't you want to live a peaceful life? Then stay away from me." She said lightly.
He shook his head and laughed, "Yes, I said that, but I also said that I want to go on with you."
In the dark passage, her slightly low laughter came, as hollow as if she had no soul, "Then tell me, do you love me?"