There was no color on his face, and his eyes were half-closed. He was a great alchemist, and it was impossible to tell his age. This man looked less than thirty years old, with a handsome profile, elegant brows, and even a little bit on the corners of his mouth.
Traces of tenderness.
When he smiles, he must make people feel like they are in a spring breeze, and he must be a handsome gentleman.
This image is very different from the cold father Mo Lian imagined.
He was stunned in place for a moment, looking at Secretary Song motionlessly, not daring to make a sound or take another step forward.
Father.......
A strange yet familiar feeling quietly flowed through Mo Lian's heart, but there was not much fluctuation. To him, the word 'father' was more like a title, and there was nothing special about it.
He slowly walked over and knelt down, his bright eyes were cold, and he stretched out his hand to pinch Secretary Song's neck, exerting a slight force.
Secretary Song opened her eyes. There was nothing in her pale golden eyes, as if she had expected it. She just glanced at Mo Lian lightly and raised the corner of her mouth slightly.
"You used me." Mo Lian said in a deep voice, with uncontrollable anger.
Secretary Song smiled and said, "You want eyes, I'll give them to you."
"I don't want her eyes!" Mo Lian said angrily, a beast-like violence gradually rising on her pale face, "Give her her eyes back!"
"Impossible." Secretary Song didn't even think about it and said with a smile, "Che'er, you are a strong man now. If you want to get a woman, do you know what you should do? Snatch her over. She can't resist you. She can only
obedience."
Mo Lian was slightly startled, looking into those pale golden eyes, and felt a little bewitched for a moment.
Secretary Song smiled, knowing his son Mo Ruofu, how could he not understand Mo Lian's thoughts?
"Che'er, don't you want her anymore?" Secretary Song said softly, with a gentle tone that was irresistible.
Mo Lian frowned and shouted coldly: "Shut up!"
Song Mi smiled.
Mo Lian said: "I don't need to be like this, I don't want to hurt her, I don't want to bring any harm to her."
Looking at him, Secretary Song's eyes gradually turned cold, and finally he snorted: "Nothing to show for it!"
Mo Lian suddenly tightened the strength in her hands, strangled his neck, and said harshly: "Don't you understand what I said?"
"The technique has been successful. She gave you her eyes, so you won't take them back." Song Mi said, "Che'er, I'm doing it for your own good, why do you have to make yourself suffer? She can't see, so you can be her eyes.
Bar."
"I don't want it, she will hate me." Thinking of Huang Beiyue's disgusted expression on him at the moment when their eyes were exchanged, and telling him to get out, Mo Lian's heart throbbed, and she felt uneasy.
Secretary Song shook his head slightly and said, "It's really a bad fate."
His neck was pinched and he had difficulty breathing. His body was very weak after having just experienced the punishment from heaven. At this moment, Secretary Song could not resist this son who was so powerful that he was afraid of him. Seeing his painful expression, Secretary Song could only say: "
I am your father and I have raised you so much. Do you want to deal with me with your own hands for the sake of a woman?"
"I don't know who my father is." Mo Lian said coldly, "You only told me not to forget my identity. I am not a human being, but a beast you raised."
Secretary Song chuckled, her pale golden eyes moved slightly, and the golden light was a bit bright, "As long as you still remember. Che'er, do you think that with Huang Beiyue treating you well, you will be different from before? I will support you,
