Domineering of the giants: the little sweetheart of the young army

Mo Jiu stared blankly at Rice.

She could clearly see from his mouth shape that what he wanted to say was "What do you want to say to Dad", but when he said it, it became "I" again.

Mo Jiu's pupils gradually expanded.

From childhood to adulthood, except for Long Qingtian, she has never been cared so much by anyone.

That kind of caring is a kind of pure dedication and an inseparable kinship.

This is the real family love.

The kinship and blood that cannot be felt in Mo Jiayi.

This kind of relationship is really wonderful, so wonderful that even though Mo Jiu knew that this person killed Uncle Long, he couldn't feel any hatred towards him at this moment.

As Mo Jiu thought about it, he cut the rope vigorously with the pieces of broken porcelain between his two fingers.

Soon, soon, just give her another 2 minutes.

Mo Jiu looked deeply at Rice, and suddenly asked, "Are you called Rice, or Bai Zhantang?"

Les was covered in blood at the moment, especially from the gunshot wound on his thigh, and the gurgling blood had already wetted the lawn under his feet.

As soon as this question came up, the person whose complexion was so pale that it was almost transparent, who was almost close to his favorite color, suddenly smiled. He didn't wear those gold-rimmed glasses that concealed them today. The flashing blue light was too gorgeous and beautiful.

This man was destined to be a disaster for the country and the people when he was young.

"It's just a name, they're all the same. In Country F, I'm Rice, and in China, I'm Bai Zhantang."

Mo Jiu grinned, "Then my ancestor was really named Bai?"

Les was taken aback.

But then, the smile on his lips widened.

her ancestors...

This is Mo Jiu telling him in disguise, is she willing to recognize him as her father and his ancestors as her ancestors?

Rice felt that even if all obstacles were cleared away in country F, and the moment when he truly became the underground king, he would not be as happy as he is now.

He spoke lightly, his voice still luxurious and pleasant: "No, in fact, our ancestor's surname was Aixinjueluo, but I think that has become a thing of the past. From my father's generation, we have to start a new life. What we have in front of us is a blank sheet of paper, so the whole family changed it to white."

Aixinjueluo?

Mo Jiu's eyes widened instantly.

Isn't that...?

Rice hooked his lips: "That's right, we are the blood of the Qing imperial family. My father was exiled in country F, met my mother, married a wife and had a son in country F, and gave birth to me."

So, Rice is a mixed race, his mother is from Country F, and his father is from the family that was once the highest ruler in China.

Even though Rice had already shocked her enough today, this one still surprised her for a long time.

It's not that his bloodline is so important, but he never imagined that Rice's background is so extraordinary.

Rice continued to curl his lips, "Is there anything else you want to ask, my baby?"

The word "baby" sounds disgusting when you say it like that, but when Mo Jiu listened to it, he felt extraordinarily comfortable, because as long as these two words are needed, it can show Les's love for her.

He doesn't need to come here, but he came, not only came, but also told Scarface that if he hurt him or even killed him, he could leave a way for Scarface, but if he was killed , or another vellus hair is injured by Scarface, he will guarantee that this person's future life will never see the light of day.