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

The three generations of the Long family are all lovers.

When Grandpa Long was young, Grandma Long passed away, and Grandpa Long never remarried in his life.

Long Gangqing grew up in the military region, and his loyalty to China is evident. However, 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 had already told her everything.

She left Huaxia five years ago and escaped by feigning death. He was hospitalized for two full months. After two months, on the first day after he was discharged from the hospital, instead of going home, he went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate.

Her father was his father-killing enemy, so he could stay with her without mentioning it.

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 his father, whom he had always trusted and regarded as an idol in his heart, selfishly imposed hatred on Dao Laisi?

How could he have the heart to tell him how the mother he had always missed, the mother who had always been in his heart, pushed the Mo family out so as not to implicate his father?

Mo Jiu clenched his fists.

She only thought that her father had killed Uncle Long, and she had been so depressed and miserable all these years, if Long Qingtian knew about it, how sad and painful would he be?

Mo Jiu suddenly had an idea, kill Brother Ying, everything... just be like this.

But when this thought arose, she despised herself extremely in her heart.

Les is a father, how could she treat Les so unfairly!

Mo Jiu suddenly sat up from the bed, wiped her face indiscriminately, put on her slippers and opened the door, picked up her bag and was about to go out, but her footsteps stopped.

It was completely dark by now.

It was about twelve o'clock in the night.

On the balcony in the living room, a lonely figure stood there, and the bright moonlight stretched his shadow very long.

It's Rice.

Les, who was dressed in a white suit, was bathed in the moonlight at this moment, like an elf under the moon.

Mo Jiu felt distressed when he saw such a figure.

She didn't know how old Rice started working as an undercover agent, and she didn't know how Rice spent these decades, but in country F, although Rice was a terrorist and an underground organization, even though he had a notorious reputation, A bad name can stop a baby from crying, but during the five years of contact with him, Mo Jiu knew that his heart was very pure.

He never loses his temper without reason and treats people indiscriminately.

His underground industry involves all walks of life, but he has never had drugs.

Although he didn't like to laugh at others, none of his loyal subordinates didn't respect him, and none of them had a bad life.

Thinking of this, Mo Jiu's face gradually softened.

Les is a good guy.

Les is a good father.

But she couldn't for a long time not deprive him of the opportunity to justify his name just because of his kindness and forbearance.

Mo Jiu casually picked up a blanket from the sofa, walked over, quietly draped it over his body, and then stood beside him, facing the night wind.

"Dad, I love you."

After a long time, Mo Jiu spit out such a sentence lightly.

Les froze.

The slender figure who is still a head taller than Mo Jiu slowly turned around. Les looked at Mo Jiu, his mouth opened, but he seemed too moved to say a word...