Depth of pampering: Poison tongue son loli mother

"Hanlie said, you know who my father is, but you haven't told me. In fact, everyone knows who my father is, but I'm the only one kept in the dark. Everyone says it's for my own good, don't tell me , but I'm not feeling well at all. It feels like a huge shadow hangs over my head, making me afraid, uneasy, and not knowing what to do."

There was too much uneasiness in her heart, and she always felt that there was a conspiracy approaching. She was eager to uncover the mystery of her life experience and get everything to the bottom of it.

No matter how painful or unbearable, she admitted it. This uneasy state of not knowing anything really exhausted her physically and mentally.

She stared at Ji Mo closely, her eyes full of pleading, begging him to tell her the truth.

"Who is my father, I never know, but I am his daughter, at least I have the right to know my life experience, Ji Mo, you love me, you should tell me who my father is ?”

Facing her questioning, Ji Mo seemed to be struck by lightning, and his whole body became stiff.

He thought that under his concealment, they would never discuss this matter, and Nie Rong would never intervene in their lives.

However, she knew, and asked hard.It was ironic how he could tell her that her father was the one he hated, and even wanted to kill.

This name will ruin their relationship and life, such days will never return.

"Is that what you want to know? Even if I don't want to tell you at all, even if it will destroy us? Don't you care?" Ji Mo stared at her angrily, with hatred and pain in his heart.

Why do you have to force him.Why do you have to know the so-called truth and expose all the bloody facts.

What's the point if the truth is anything but painful?Everything he tried so hard to protect would be destroyed.

"Yes, I want to know. If you don't tell me, I'll ask Han Lie. In order to drive a wedge between us, he will definitely be willing to tell me with embellishments." Mu Baoer's temper also came, threatening.

Ji Mo was so angry that he punched the railing, and the black carved railing also made a loud buzzing sound when he hit it hard.

But his fist was covered with blood, dripping down from the back of his hand.

He suddenly turned around, with a dark and ironic face, and deep-seated hatred in his eyes, but he smiled strangely: "Okay, you want to know? Then I'll tell you."

Seeing his agitated emotions, Mu Baoer felt that something was wrong, and even his hands were bleeding.

But she desperately wanted to know the truth, the truth that made her tangled up.

"Yes, I want to know." She said without hesitation.

"Your father is... Nie Rong."

"What did you say?" Mu Baoer was startled and stood up from the chair, but she was almost unable to stand still.

"Your father is my adoptive father, the person I hated since I was a child. And you are the daughter of my enemy. This is the truth you want. Now you are satisfied." Ji Mo smiled desolately, When Nie Rong was mentioned, the repressed hatred in his heart couldn't help but explode.

Even when he looked at Bao'er, he would have a subtle hatred for her being the blood of Nie Rong's daughter, even though she was innocent, but that kind of hatred was so unreasonable.

Mu Baoer's face turned pale, and she sat back on the chair, completely speechless.