After hearing this, Ling Kexin smiled lightly, "I can't bear it!" She was not moved or happy. She took out her hand, turned around and walked upstairs.
Mo Ye stood in the living room, feeling faintly disappointed. On Ling Kexin's face, he saw her resentment and hatred. Although he had lost his memory, she could not forgive him for his neglect of the two babies in the past few days.
Don't ask.
She once said to him: "Believe the facts, don't believe everything others tell you."
But what about him? He once believed his mother and believed in the authenticity of the three photos her mother gave him.
After Ling Kexin went upstairs to wash up and change her clothes, when she came downstairs, Mo Ye was no longer there. On the dining table, the preserved egg and lean meat porridge he cooked still exuded a faint fragrance...
Mo's Manor.
Mrs. Mo did not expect that the police would find her when she got up early in the morning. They also said that her eldest son had called the police and asked her to help investigate the disappearance of Mo Zihao and Mo Xinnian.
She was so angry that she almost fainted again. Fortunately, Mo Yiting was by her side. After saying a few words to her, she asked her servants to "please" take away the two young policemen.
The police called Ling Kexin and said that her two children had indeed been taken away by her grandmother because her grandfather was in the United States and they could come back after living there for a while.
There is nothing to file a case against if a grandma takes away her grandchildren. The police can just ask them to communicate with each other more.
After Ling Kexin answered the phone, she stayed on the sofa like a wooden figure. After a long time, she remembered Ren Yifei's words and hurriedly called Ren Yifei.
Ren Yifei rushed to Zhuhaiyuan during lunch. After learning what happened, she agreed: "I asked Chen Gang to call the US headquarters and ask."
Chen Gang, who was far away in France, learned that the child had been taken away by someone sent by Mrs. Mo. He immediately called the U.S. headquarters, and the secretary there transferred the call to the Mo Manor.
The person who answered the phone was Uncle Liu. He returned to the United States a month ago. Aunt Mei came with him. Since Cao Lei was here, Mr. Mo called them together and said that as soon as the things at hand were finished,
In the second half of the year, I will choose a good and auspicious day for them to get married.
Chen Gang heard Uncle Liu's voice and asked hurriedly: "Have you seen Ling Kexin's two children?"
Uncle Liu was startled immediately and said in surprise: "No, what happened to them?" Chen Gang hurriedly told him what happened. After listening to Uncle Liu, he said thoughtfully, "I know, I guess the lady took the child
Sent to her parents’ home.”
Uncle Liu promised Chen Gang that he would send someone to the Wu family to have a look and told them not to worry. If there was any news, he would tell him immediately. As for whether to tell Mr. Mo, it was best to wait until Mrs. Mo's mood stabilized to prevent her from relapsing.
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Chen Gang conveyed Uncle Liu's opinion back, and Ling Kexin fell into deep thought after listening to it. Mrs. Mo's intention was very obvious. She forced her to leave Mo Ye. If they were still entangled, she, Ling Kexin, would never want to see these two people again.
child.
After Ren Yifei left, Ling Kexin drove to Mo's Manor. It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. When she walked into the villa, Lu Qiaoer told her: "Madam is still sleeping."
"How is her health?" Ling Kexin asked.
"It's not that good. She gets easily excited. An hour ago, the eldest young master came back. She scolded him. The eldest lady asked her to take a sleeping pill before she fell asleep."
Hearing what Lu Qiaoer said, Ling Kexin suddenly felt sad. At this time, she should not come to talk to Wu Qiong.
Just as she was about to leave, Mo Yiting suddenly came down from upstairs. After seeing her, Mo Yiting waved to Lu Qiaoer and then politely asked Ling Kexin to sit down.
"Come to beg my mother?" Mo Yiting seemed to understand Ling Kexin's thoughts.
Ling Kexin looked at her with a calm and indifferent expression, "Can I beg you?"
"I don't think it's interesting." Mo Yiting shook her head, "My mother doesn't want to see you at all, and you saw it yesterday."
"I gave birth to the child, and she sent someone to take it away. It was her fault. In fact, I did not come to beg her, but to ask her to return my child."
"You gave birth to the children well, but they are descendants of the Mo family."
"What do you think of a mother who gave birth to them?" Ling Kexin looked at Mo Yiting coldly with a touch of sarcasm.
She still remembered that Mo Yiting scolded her for being a lowly woman. Because of her lowliness, she was not worthy of giving birth to a child for a man from the Mo family, let alone being the wife of the Mo family.
Mo Yiting smiled, took a breath, and then said slowly: "Your mistake was in giving birth to them. Now that you have given birth to them, you have to bear the pain of being separated from them. You should have thought of it early."
"Haha," Ling Kexin laughed, with a touch of sarcasm, "Yes, it seems that I am out of my mind. You warned me long ago that your Mo family will not accept a woman like me, even if she is born to your brother.
Even when I got pregnant, I became a bitch! But I don’t understand why you Mo women keep saying that they are evil and bitches, so why did you take them away again?”
After hearing these words, Mo Yiting's face turned ugly. She curled her lips and her chest slowly rose and fell... She did say a lot of unpleasant things before, but that was before.
"Ling Kexin, I don't hate you now, and please don't look at me the same way you did before." Mo Yiting was anxious and tried to control her temper.
Ling Kexin smiled slightly, rolled back her eyelashes, looked at the ground, and said to herself, "You have changed a lot, but what remains unchanged is your secular concept..."
Mo Yiting sighed softly and finally calmed down. She told Ling Kexin that if she wanted to see the two children, the best way was not to beg her mother, but to stop being with her elder brother.
"Why does it have to be like this?" Ling Kexin frowned after hearing this.
"You don't know yet? My mother hates you when she sees you with my eldest brother!"
"I don't have to go with him, as long as your mother returns the child to me."
After hearing Ling Kexin's words, Mo Yiting smiled sarcastically, "Ling Kexin, in your heart, your child is still more important than my eldest brother!"
Ling Kexin choked, Mo Yiting's words seemed...not entirely wrong!
But now, she has no choice!
Mo Yiting promised Ling Kexin that she would help her have a good talk with her mother and let her go back and wait for the news.
Ling Kexin believed her and returned to Zhuhaiyuan. She saw a Maybach parked at the entrance of the courtyard, with the door open and Mor Ye smoking in the driver's seat.
She stopped the car, looked at the back of the man's head through the glass, and asked herself in her mind: Do you really want to give up on him? If you give up, how will you explain it to your children?
She said in front of her son: "Mom knows how to do it!" At that time, she wanted both Zhuhaiyuan and Morye. For the sake of her children, she wanted to get whatever they liked.
Now that I think about it...she seems too greedy!
She wants to go to Zhuhaiyuan and doesn't have to move out anymore, but it's really... not easy to get this man!
"Xin'er!" Moor Ye got out of the car. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it with his feet, and smiled at her. The setting sun cast a layer of golden light on him. His smile was beautiful, and the spot on his forehead was
The gauze has been removed, and the small scar is covered by hair.
Ling Kexin unbuckled her seat belt and put her hand in his outstretched palm.
"Where have you been? I called you but I didn't answer the phone." He asked softly.
"Go...to the studio." Ling Kexin smiled bitterly. Mo Ye was slightly stunned. He had just come from the studio and there was no one there. She was obviously lying.
Without any unnecessary words, the two of them entered the house. Mo Ye saw an untouched bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge on the dining table, and turned back to look at Ling Kexin sadly.
"Sit down, I'll cook the noodles." Ling Kexin said without looking at his face and entered the kitchen.
Two large bowls of noodles, steaming hot, topped with some tomatoes, fungus, meat... It can be said that they are full of color, flavor and flavor. Morye sat at the table and stared at the noodles, seeming to feel familiar.
Ling Kexin lowered her head first and started eating. After a few mouthfuls, she saw that Mo Ye was still staring in deep thought, so she smiled lightly and said, "Don't think about it, I've cooked it for you before."
Mo Ye came back to his senses, raised his eyes to look at her, and asked softly: "Are you willing to help me restore my memory?"
"I told you this earlier."
"I say it now."
"Ask more, I've been looking forward to your recovery."
"Well, from now on, we will not be separated. You tell me everything that happened in the past. If you can demonstrate it...even if you chop me with a knife, I will do it again." He said very clearly.
Seriously, it seems that he is eager to regain his memory.
Ling Kexin didn't respond. She put down her chopsticks and came to the yard. Mo Ye came out a short while later. Seeing her looking up at the cannas by the window, he reached out from behind her and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
"Did you see it? Now the canna is blooming. It is very beautiful. When I came here a few years ago, it had not bloomed yet, but I broke off its branches and leaves..." Ling Kexin spoke slowly.
After listening to her story, Mo Ye smiled bitterly, "Your senior is called He Xiaoxiao?"
"Yes, he is the man your sister likes now."
Mor Ye pulled his lips and said quietly: "Can you just not mention him?"
"Didn't you ask me to tell you about the past?" Ling Kexin turned to look at him.
Mo Ye touched his chest and said slowly: "I will be sad here, Ling Kexin. It seems that I really love you. Even if I forget you, my heart still beats very fast when I see you...
…”
"Didi..." Before he could finish his words, a red sports car drove over, its whistle telling them that its owner was very dissatisfied and impatient.
"Daddy! Daddy!" The car window rolled down, Mo Yabo stuck his head out and waved his little hands vigorously.
Moer Ye glanced at Ling Kexin in embarrassment. Ling Kexin did not move. Her shining eyes looked at his face... She wanted to see who he would choose?
"Xin'er, I'm going to go for a while and I'll be back soon." Mo Ye took his hands away from her waist.
He left, walking very quickly. Ling Kexin stood there, watching him walk to the sports car, and reached out to touch Mo Yabo's head. The action seemed gentle and doting. Ling Kexin lowered her eyes. Such a scene made her feel
My heart felt very sad, and I felt so uncomfortable that I wanted to cry.
What are her children doing now? Are they sleeping well? Are they eating well? Are they being bullied?
"Xin'er, mom is feeling a little uncomfortable. I'm going home." Moor Ye ran back. Seeing Ling Kexin's indifferent expression, he reached out to touch her face, but soon, his hand was blocked by Ling Kexin.
It's too obvious that it's not easy for them to be together now? Wu Qiong and Chu Tianyu are keeping an eye on him at any time and can call him back at any time.
"Let's go!" She said three words lightly, turned around, and added, "I don't need to come again. I also want to be quiet for a few days."
"Xin'er..." Mo Ye cried sadly.
Ling Kexin didn't turn around. As she walked towards the door, she heard Mo Yabo yelling "Daddy" at the top of his lungs.
Ling Kexin closed the door with her backhand, leaned her head against the door, and closed her eyes. She seemed to hear Mo Zihao and Mo Xinnian waving their little hands and yelling at the top of their lungs: "Mommy, Mommy..."
The voice was distant and sad, and the calls hurt Ling Kexin's heart. She slowly slid down against the door. The moment she landed, tears burst out like a flood from a dam...