Does this man rarely drink? But a person with a calm personality like him is indeed the type who never drinks alcohol.
When I see him drinking, it is only in very small amounts, and he is definitely not drunk.
"Liar, how could you be her? She hates me the most and won't stay with me. She doesn't even want my child." Ji Mo's trembling voice was filled with the deepest pain, and he pressed his hand on
On her head, she was filled with grief, "My child, my only relative, I was so looking forward to his arrival, but she beat him."
Mu Baoer's heart was trembling. Seeing him holding his head in pain, she didn't expect that he would be so sad.
She thought that after a while, he would forget that after all, how many men would really care about their unborn children.
But the way he looked now was more like the pain that was engraved in his soul. Even if he was drunk, he could not forget it. She never knew that a lie from her would make him suffer all the time.
"How can he... be your only relative? Don't you have family?" Mu Baoer couldn't help but ask.
"Family? Yes, I actually forgot. I also have a father. He is a great man. He adopted me and raised me. Everything I have today is thanks to him." Ji Mo took a sip.
He drank wine and laughed wildly, but when he mentioned his father in his words, there was no trace of respect.
Mu Baoer was surprised that someone who could have a son like Ji Mo must not be simple. In fact, she was quite curious about who he was, and he actually raised such a powerful man as Ji Mo.
"At least you still have someone to adopt you, so you don't have to be an orphan. You should be grateful to him. Why are you looking so disdainful? You really don't respect the person who raised you. Moreover, you are able to achieve such an achievement today because of his care.
The results of education.”
She had been abandoned since she was a child. She felt that it was an enviable thing to be adopted and taken care of. At least she didn't have to be homeless and live in panic every day. Ji Mo was so disdainful and didn't know how to be blessed despite being blessed.
Ji Mo burst out laughing and could hardly hold the bottle: "You're right, I should be grateful to him and thank him for cultivating me so hard. Do you know how he cultivated me?"
Seeing his strange tone, a cold feeling suddenly rose in her heart, and she looked at him silently.
"Do you feel pain from being hit by a bullet?" Ji Mo suddenly asked.
"Of course." Mu Baoer couldn't help but think of Feng Mu Weihai's shot, which not only caused her body pain, but also her heart.
She thought that she would never experience such pain in her life.
"But I won't feel any pain. When the bullet hits me, it doesn't cause much pain to me."
Ji Mo's voice, as light as mist, was filled with confusion, and a subtle smile appeared on his lips.
"Because people are adaptable. When you get used to a more painful experience, those so-called pains will become less painful. Can you experience that feeling? Every nerve in your body is working hard.
Twitching, every cell in the body is like a sharp needle piercing it. The pain goes deep into the soul, but is everywhere. No matter how hard you roll and feel that life is worse than death, you can't resist it."
Mu Baoer felt horrified when he heard what he said. He said it was more terrifying than the torture in hell. Is this true? How could it be possible that someone with such a noble background could suffer such a cruel and inhumane treatment?
However, his tone was so genuine, without any pretense.