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He turned and left, and drove to the Coco Mountain Forest.

"Purgatory, where are you going?" Ye Chuqing asked curiously when she saw Purgatory carrying a heavy box to the door.

Purgatory is also a little depressed: "I was sent to run errands, and the old man asked me to send this box to my wife's cemetery. He kept a secret and forbade me to open it, saying that I would open it in half an hour. This is what he gave to the eldest mother An important gift, and said that there will be a gift for us in the end."

Ye Chuqing looked at the rectangular box suspiciously, it seemed to contain something heavy.

"What is this? After Mr. Mayfair gave his son a gift, he gave it to his wife, and he also gave it to us. Is he going to be Santa Claus?" [

"Who knows, I'm dead, I'll go first."

After Purgatory finished speaking, he carried his things and drove towards the cemetery.

Watching Purgatory leave, Ye Chuqing suddenly felt a little uneasy, the manor was very quiet, and more than a dozen bodyguards brought by Mo Fengya were quietly guarding the house.

She wandered around the big house bored, turned to the garden, and saw a rose in the corner blooming brilliantly.

She bent over and walked over, sitting under the cover of rose vines, breathing the fresh air boredly.

Suddenly a man's heavy footsteps approached this quiet corner.

She peeked out that it was the male doctor who was taking care of the old man. He was making a phone call and walking in here. He didn't notice that there was already a person here.

A series of Russian words came out of his mouth: "The plan went well, his men were all dismissed, and he went to the Keke Mountain Forest alone."

Ye Chuqing's eyes widened suddenly, and her blood froze.

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Mo Fengya drove to the forest, took a small shovel and got out of the car.

The forest is very quiet, the trees here have not changed much, they are still as peaceful and beautiful as when he came here on horseback when he was a child.

In my memory, the ground of the sycamore tree was covered with leaves, a thick layer, and the fragrance of fallen leaves wafted in the air.

It should be here, Mo Fengya walked to a side space with bumpy tree roots, a nostalgic smile appeared on his lips.

I didn't expect that he would come back to dig the box one day.

The expectation of ten years ago can finally be realized today. He is in a very good mood. He feels that he has never been so happy after living for so long.