Not long after Ling Kexin arrived at the airport, More Ye arrived with his two children. He held Ling Kexin's shoulders and stood at the exit. The two children each wore a sun hat and walked up and down the aisle.
A few minutes later, Ling Kexin saw Zhao Feilong pushing the luggage trolley out. Walking beside him was a handsome and upright young man. He was 1.8 meters tall, had a standard face shape, big bright eyes, and a bright face.
His smile made Ling Kexin's eyes wet and her voice became hoarse with excitement, "Xiaowei! Xiaowei!"
She waved, and the two children in front saw it and waved along with her, calling sweetly: "Uncle, uncle!"
Mo Ye was already in the car and listened to Mo Zihao telling him that Zhao Feilong was his eldest uncle and his younger uncle lived with him and was now studying in Singapore.
Mo Ye heard Ling Kexin talk about her younger brother, but she almost didn't talk about Zhao Feilong.
Although Zhao Feilong met Mool Ye more than ten years ago, their friendship has never been deep. Even if Mool Ye has lost that memory, Zhao Feilong met Mool Ye in the newspaper this time because he announced his marriage.
He didn't give him face. When More Ye stretched out his hand, he turned his head away and smiled at the two children.
More Ye retracted his hand and stood aside to watch them being affectionate and friendly.
Ling Xiaowei hugged his sister, then knelt down and hugged Mo Zihao with one hand and Mo Xinnian with the other, letting them kiss her face for a while.
"Uncle, you have grown taller again." Mo Xinnian stroked Ling Xiaowei's hair and smiled sweetly.
"You're getting taller too, Xin Nian." Ling Xiaowei smiled and said, "You're getting more and more beautiful too."
Last summer, Ling Xiaowei also went back to Jiangbin. He took care of the two children throughout the holiday. Their relationship was very deep. Compared to Zhao Feilong, they had only seen each other twice since they were sensible, so they couldn't get close to each other for a while.
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Zhao Feilong wanted to get closer to his child, so he handed the luggage cart to Mo Ye, then walked out of the airport with the child in one hand.
The couple and Ling Xiaowei got into the Maybach, while Zhao Feilong got into Ling Kexin's car. He lit a cigarette and turned to look at Ling Kexin driving.
"It's been so long and he hasn't completely remembered the past?" he asked.
"I should have remembered a little bit." Ling Kexin smiled.
"A little bit? So you haven't remembered the main things?"
"Brother, if he thinks about it, could he still agree to her mother's decision last time?"
Zhao Feilong leaned back in his chair and smiled faintly, "It seems that I have to talk to him when I have time. Sister, send me to the hotel and I will meet with some of my subordinates first."
Mo Ye's car arrived at Zhuhai Garden first. As soon as the two children got off the car, they pulled Ling Xiaowei into the house. Ling Xiaowei saw bunches of flowers at the top of the stairs and looked back at Mo Ye.
It has been five years, and Mo Ye has no memory of him in his mind, but Ling Xiaowei can recall the starting point. The man in front of him has a younger and more handsome face than before, and his facial lines are much softer. His phoenix eyes
He also looks gentle and affectionate when he smiles.
He thought that this must be due to amnesia.
"Brother Ye, you don't remember me at all?" Ling Xiaowei put down his bag and smiled at Mo Ye.
Mo Ye nodded and said that he was working hard to recover and should remember it soon, but he already knew a lot about him through his sister.
They chatted very well, and Moor Ye had a very good impression of Ling Xiaowei. The two siblings also had many similarities in appearance. The sixteen-year-old Ling Xiaowei was not only tall and handsome in appearance, but also had a gentle and sunny temperament.
When Ling Kexin arrived home, Moer Ye told her that he had booked a private room at the Huayao Hotel and that everyone would go there to eat together in the evening. Ling Kexin originally wanted to talk to him about Chu Tianyu, but seeing the children pestering him,
I had to put it aside for now.
Wu Qiong has been particularly lonely these two days because after Chu Tianyu was scolded by Mo Ye that night because of the Filipino maid, she took Mo Yabo and left. The Filipino maid also returned to the United States. The next day, she called Chu
Tianyu asked her to bring Mo Yabo back, but Chu Tianyu said: "I will come back only after Ye'er calls me."
Wu Qiong had no choice but to persuade her son, saying that in the past two days, not only Mo Yabo had not come back, but also Mo Zihao and his sister, and the house was too deserted.
"Zihao and Xinnian came back because their uncle came back." Mo Ye told his mother on the phone.
"Their uncle?" Wu Qiong was stunned. She had already heard that Ling Kexin's brother had gone to Singapore. Now that she was with Zhao Feilong, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. "Are you here to take them to Singapore?"
"Mom, don't worry, the children will not go to Singapore."
"Ye'er, can mom not be worried? Yesterday, Ling Kexin came..." Ling Kexin must be angry. She will most likely let Zhao Feilong take away the babies.
"Has she been to the manor? Is there anything wrong?"
"Oh, no...she said look at me." It's better not to tell that Mo Zihao was tied up, otherwise, his son will have more conflicts with Chu Tianyu, "Ye'er, you must not let Ling Kexin take the children away."
Send it away."
"Mom, you are overthinking this. Xiaowei will leave after coming back for the summer vacation."
"Well, tomorrow you ask the children to come and stay with me for a day, and you ask Tianyu to send Xiaobo back! I miss him..."
Because of his mother's request, Moer Ye called Chu Tianyu before getting off work and asked her and Mo Yabo to have dinner at a Western restaurant that evening.
Chu Tianyu was stunned for a long time after receiving the call. You must know that Ling Kexin came to her office more than two hours ago and sternly warned her not to touch her children in the future, otherwise, she would sue her for ### child crimes
, and the crime of attempted murder.
Ling Kexin's tone was cold and her attitude was firm. Her awe-inspiring aura made Chu Tianyu unable to jump up while sitting in her chair. She could only remain silent because of her guilty conscience.
Now, Mo Ye suddenly called again. Did Ling Kexin tell him the matter?
"Why did you invite me to dinner?" she tried.
"Mom asked you to take Xiaobo home, so you can tidy up."
"That's it?" Chu Tianyu breathed a sigh of relief, "You won't blame me again for the Filipino maid, will you?"
"Chu Tianyu, do you have a guilty conscience for being a thief?" Mo Yiting said that there were traces of binding on Zihao's wrists. Zihao said that they were caused by playing games. After hearing this, Mo Yiting had the same suspicion as his sister.
"no."
"No, then send Xiaobo back!" Mo Ye said and hung up the phone.
After get off work, Chu Tianyu came to the western restaurant on time. She held her precious son in her hand. Mo Yabo hadn't seen his father for two days. When he saw Moer Ye, he happily rushed over and sat on his lap. , touched his face, and then touched his neck.
Chu Tianyu dressed up specially. A tube top lavender dress made her figure plump and sexy. She lit a cigarette, puffed out the smoke, and squinted at Mo Ye opposite, "Da
Ling, did you also miss us in two days?"
"It's not me, it's mom." More Ye said lightly.
"Oh! You are so heartless. If you don't miss me, your son will always want you, right?"
Moer Ye looked at Mo Yabo in his arms, and suddenly remembered what the employees were talking about, and felt a little astringent. He stretched out his hand to touch Mo Yabo's face, pinched his ears, pursed his lips, and slowly drew his lip line.
elongated.
He lowered his eyes, and Chu Tianyu couldn't see the look in his eyes, but the faint smile on the corner of his lips made her heart feel a little cold.
Last night, she was with Eric. Eric looked at the sleeping Mo Yabo, hugged her and said, "Honey, could he be my son?"
Chu Tianyu glared at him and said firmly: "Impossible, he belongs to Mo Ye."
"But he doesn't look like More Ye at all. Look at the child's ears, do they look a bit like mine?"
Chu Tianyu looked at his ears, then at his son's, and still shook his head. Now, Mo Ye's eyes have been staring at his son's face, and Chu Tianyu felt a little uneasy... Indeed, both father and son
There is no similarity at all.
She put out her cigarette and asked the waiter to serve the food quickly. When she turned her head, she glanced at a seat next to the wall. A man kept looking over there. She recognized that man as Zhao Feilong.
"Darling, eat quickly. After eating, I will go back to Mo's Manor with you." Chu Tianyu said that he would go back without Mo Ye's need to speak again.
She hurried back for one purpose, and that was to let Wu Qiong hurry up and urge Mo Ye to register with her and get Xinhuang Media Company.
As soon as Mo Ye sent mother and son back to Mo's Manor, he received a call from Zhao Feilong, "Hello, Mr. Mo! I drank too much tonight, do you have time to come out and chat?"
Zhao Feilong, who had been ignoring him for two days, suddenly called. More Ye was embarrassed to refuse, "Okay, where are you?"
"Dasheng Club, come here."
Mo Ye drove to the club, and a waiter came over enthusiastically and asked respectfully: "Are you Mr. Mo Ye?"
Mo Ye nodded, and the waiter turned around and handed him a pair of boxing gloves, smiling and saying: "Sir, please go to the boxing gym on the third floor."
Mo Ye was stunned for a moment, and frowned as he looked at the red boxing glove in his hand... No way, Zhao Feilong's so-called chat was to boxing with him?
With doubts, More Ye walked into the bright hall, "Bang bang bang..." As soon as he stepped in, he heard a sound, which was dull and thick, making people's hearts tremble.
He narrowed his eyes and glanced towards the floor-to-ceiling windows. Unexpectedly, Zhao Feilong was the only one in the entire hall. He was wearing a red sweat vest, a pair of white sweatpants, and red and black boxing gloves on his hands.
, waving at a long round sandbag.
Judging from his appearance, there was no sign of drinking too much.
Mo Ye still remembered that Zhao Feilong was three or four years older than him, but he had already developed a solid set of boxing and kicking skills because he often wandered around the world. Mo Ye had not touched these things for five years.
Seeing Zhao Feilong's agility and powerful swings, Moerye felt his arms go numb, as if Zhao Feilong's punch had hit him.
He may have been fighting for a certain period of time. beads of sweat were rolling down Zhao Feilong's face. His bronze skin was shining with a bright luster, and his muscles were prominent. He looked extremely strong. And his thick black hair lay close to his face.
The scalp makes his distinct facial features appear more profound and tough.
More Ye turned his head and looked at the boxing ring again, and smiled faintly. It seemed that he really came here to accompany him in the fight.
"Mr. Zhao!" As an adult like himself, he stood a few steps away. Zhao Feilong turned a blind eye, so Mor Ye had no choice but to speak first.
"Ah!" Zhao Feilong looked back at Mo Ye, and then a roar suddenly sounded. The sound was magnetic and heavy, like metal objects colliding in the air. Mo Ye was startled, and saw Zhao Feilong jump up, his right leg straight.
Sweep sandbags...
"Bang!" I saw the heavy sandbag drawing a thick arc in the air and then bending upwards. Then it fell weightlessly. After being straightened by the line, it rippled left and right again.
Zhao Feilong's legs moved up and down, and he landed neatly in front of Mo Ye. With a shake of his head, he took off his boxing gloves and threw them onto the ring.
"How's it going? Have you had enough for dinner?" he asked with a half-smile.
Mo Ye slapped his boxing gloves gracefully and said calmly and bitterly: "I think Mr. Zhao is also very full. Otherwise, why would you let me come here to chat with you? As soon as I came in, Mr. Zhao let me appreciate it.
With your fists and kicks, do you think I should run away, or should I spar with you?"
"Are you scared?" Zhao Feilong wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and patted More Ye on the shoulder, "To be honest, if you hadn't had a car accident, we might have been here to discuss it a few years ago. Now five years have passed.
, we are all five years older and we are no longer capable of what we do. Mr. Mo, if your hands and feet are even weaker, then run away, I won’t stop you."
"Haha," Mor Ye raised his lips and smiled, raising his boxing gloves: "Just put them on and compete with you?"
"Do you dare?"
More Ye paused slightly, and Jier threw the boxing gloves on his hands onto the ring, then slowly rolled up his sleeves and said: "Although I don't know what interactions I had with you in the past two years, I heard that we got married that day.
It was you who took Xin'er away, Mr. Zhao, as a man, I think I am still willing to compete with you."
Although I have not practiced martial arts in the past five years, and the chance of defeating Zhao Feilong is very small, in the past, this man was my "love rival", and it was impossible for him to be cowardly in front of him, Mo Ye!
"Mr. Mo, you have only been recovering from illness for a few years. If you really can't do it, you don't have to accompany me..." Zhao Feilong chuckled. His seemingly kind words fell into Mo Ye's ears, but they had a somewhat mocking meaning.
He ignored it and glanced at Zhao Feilong briefly, then jumped onto the boxing ring and raised his fingers at Zhao Feilong below, looking very free and easy.
"Why, you don't wear boxing gloves? You don't change your clothes either?" Zhao Feilong also came on stage and started shaking his arms.
Mo Ye's sexy thin lips were slightly raised, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he crossed his hands and rubbed them, making preparations for boxing. It was obvious that Zhao Feilong's clothes had an advantage, and he was wearing a shirt on his upper body.
How to stretch your arms and legs while wearing a pair of high-end trousers under an Italian handmade shirt?
But when it comes, fight it!
"Come on, since you want to hit me and I also want to hit you, then let's just use our bare hands." Mor Ye raised his foot and kicked a pair of leather shoes off the boxing ring.
"Okay, feel free!" Zhao Feilong gave him a thumbs up, pulled off the towel around his neck and threw it away, "Come on, Mr. Mo, let's take action!"
Mor Ye tugged his thin lips and cupped his hands into fists, "You're welcome then!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly flew towards Zhao Feilong like a full-strength cheetah, and punched him on the head with his clenched fist.
Zhao Feilong has quick eyes and hands. When the wind of the fist rushed towards him, he made a squatting movement. Mo Ye swung a punch. He squatted down and punched Mo Ye with two fists at the same time, hitting Mo Ye hard in the stomach.
superior.
There were two "bang bang" sounds, which were extremely dull. Mo Ye felt as if his internal organs were about to be shattered. His face suddenly turned blue, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Seeing him bending over and covering his stomach with both hands, Zhao Feilong stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar, threw him onto the railing, and yelled: "Hit! More Ye, hit me hard!"