891. Chapter 891 Rice's Loneliness and Pride Dilemma
The three generations of the Long family are all lovers.
Grandma Long passed away when Grandpa Long was young, and Grandpa Long never remarried in his life.
Long Gangqing grew up in the military zone, and his loyalty to China was as strong as the sun and the moon. However, even with this spirit of sacrificing everything for the country and the people, he still protected his wife.
Long Qingtian...
Mo Jiu sighed deeply.
Luo Luo has already told her everything.
She left China five years ago and faked her death to escape. He was hospitalized for two full months. After two months, he did not go home on the first day after being discharged. Instead, he went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate.
Her father was his father-killing enemy, but he was able to stay with her without mentioning it.
If it’s not infatuation, what is it?
He has suffered enough in the past five years.
How could Mo Jiu have the heart to tell him the truth back then?
How could he have the heart to tell him how the father he had always trusted, the father he had always regarded as his idol in his heart, had selfishly imposed hatred on Doles?
How could he have the heart to tell him that the mother he had always missed, the mother he had always cared about deeply in his heart, how did he push the Mo family out in order not to implicate his father?
Mo Jiu clenched his fists.
She only thought that her father killed Uncle Long, and she had lived such a depressed and miserable life these years. If Long Qingtian knew about this, how sad and painful would he be?
Mo Jiu suddenly had the idea to kill Brother Ying, and everything... would be like this.
But as soon as this idea came up, she despised herself in her heart.
Les is the father, how could she treat Les so unfairly!
Mo Jiu suddenly sat up from the bed, wiped her face randomly, put on her slippers and opened the door. When she picked up her bag and was about to go out, she stopped dead in her tracks.
It was completely dark by now.
It's about midnight.
On the balcony of the living room, a lonely figure stood there, and the bright moonlight stretched his shadow very long.
It's Les.
Les, who is wearing a white suit, is bathed in the moonlight at this moment, like an elf under the moon.
When Mo Jiu saw this figure, he felt heartbroken.
She didn't know how old Les was when he started working as an undercover agent, and she didn't know how he had spent the past few decades. However, in country F, although Les was a terrorist and an underground organization, even though he was notorious,
The evil name can stop a baby from crying, but in the past five years of contact with him, Mojiu knew that his heart was very pure.
He never loses his temper or treats others indiscriminately without reason.
His underground industry involves all walks of life, but never drugs.
Although he didn't like to smile at others, none of his loyal men disrespected him, and none of them had a bad life.
Thinking of this, Mo Jiu's face gradually softened.
Les is a good man.
Les is an even better dad.
But she could not for a long time deprive him of the opportunity to clear his name just because of his kindness and forbearance.
Mo Jiu casually picked up a blanket from the sofa, walked over, quietly put it on him, and then stood beside him, facing the night breeze.
"Dad, I love you."
After a long time, Mo Jiu softly uttered these words.
Les' body froze.
The slender figure, who was still a head taller than Mo Jiu, slowly turned around. Rice looked at Mo Jiu, his mouth opened, but he seemed to be too moved to say a word...
