Never deeply in love

At this point, the assistant couldn't think of a better solution, so she nodded and said, "Yes, president."

Mo Xiaoran narrowed his eyes, his eyes sinister. Mo Zihan, this is just the beginning! Wait and see, I want to see, you and I, who can laugh to the end!

Leisure park villa.

Mo Zihan put down the newspaper and rubbed his eyes. He felt his left eyelid twitching all the time, which somehow made him a little annoyed. Is this a tiring time? He glanced at the headline in the newspaper again.

Lin guoliang, an important criminal in a major traffic accident, was arrested in the early hours of september!"

The corners of his mouth twitched. It was that person who should be upset now, wasn't it? As he spoke, he rubbed his brows again. Wen Lan walked over and handed him a glass of water. He asked gently, "Zi Han, mom, you look a little tired. Have you been working too hard lately?"

Mo Zihan took the glass and took a sip. "Not bad!" He looked at Wen Lan with a gentle face. "Mom, I'm fine."

Wen Lan smiled. Although he felt sorry for his son, he didn't say anything. For her, her son had grown up, and now he was a husband and a father. She could no longer treat him as a child. She had to tell him everything.

Therefore, she only advised, "You should take care of your rest, don't focus on your work, and occasionally spend more time with your wife and children."

When Mo Zihan heard this, he habitually looked up at the direction of the bedroom upstairs. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and there was an indelible tenderness in his eyes. "Mom, I see."

Wen Lan followed his gaze and couldn't help but smile. "Ming Yue should have almost put the baby to sleep. Let mother zhang and the nanny look after the baby later. It would be better if you two went out for a walk."

This weekend, it was rare for both of them to stay at home and not go to work. A lot of things have happened over the past few days. Zi Han and Ming Yue are busy leaving early and returning late every day. Wen Lan's heart ached for not saying anything.

In the end, all mothers are restless.

In this regard, after Mo-tse han had Chen Chen, he could at least understand one or two. He smiled slightly and looked apologetically at Wen Lan. "Okay, but mom, you can go out with us later."

"I won't go." Wen lan smiled and shook her head, but the smile was a little stiff, and she looked at Mo Zihan, wanting to say something but stopping.

Mo-tse raised his eyebrows. He put down his glass and saw that she seemed to have something to say. He asked, "Mom, are you busy?"

"I..." Wen lan lowered her eyes, suddenly feeling a little nervous and uneasy. Mo Zihan felt something and didn't rush her. It took a while for Wen Lan to muster up his courage and mumble, "... I... Want to go there and see him now."

He knew it was Mo Shoucheng without asking. His eyes were closed and he was silent. After all, mother couldn't let go. Her heart was too soft. It was not a good thing to use it on people who were not worth it.

But he couldn't stop it, and he didn't want to. Just feeling a little tired, he slowly stood up and said, "I'll have the driver take you there."

"Zi Han!" Wen Lan turned to look at him anxiously, his eyes sad and his eyes sad. "Stop hating him. You are father and son after all."

Mo Zihan pursed his lower lip and, without saying a word, walked towards the spiral staircase. Behind him, Wen Lan's eyes were red and he finally let out a long sigh. She admitted that her heart was almost weak, but she really didn't want to see her son and lived in hatred of Mo Shoucheng.

Outside the villa, the driver was already waiting. Seeing her come out, she quickly opened the door. "Old lady, where are you going?"

Wen Lan was in a complicated mood. She hesitated for a while and got in the car. Mo Shoucheng had been punished. He deserved it. She only went to see him as a couple to see if he was doing well, that's all.

She didn't want to change anything, nor could she. Son, I hope you understand mom. She sighed silently in her heart.

By the window of the bedroom, Mo Zihan watched as wen lan got into the car and didn't take her eyes back until it was far away. Time is indeed the most powerful thing in the world. It can erase all love and hate.

The man tugged at the corners of his lips, his expression inexplicable, and his heart could not tell what was bothering him. There was no hatred, no other emotions. To him, Mo Shoucheng was now just a stranger who made him feel conflicted and instinctive.

There's no need to care, that's right!

He remained silent for a long time. Until a warm, plump pair gently wrapped around his waist. "What are you thinking?"

The woman's soft face leaned against his back and asked him in a gentle voice.

The man was a little sluggish, and then he came back to his senses. A smile appeared on his face. "Is Chen Chen asleep?"

He took the woman's hand and turned around to take her into his arms. Bai Mingyue nodded and leaned into his arms. "I just fell asleep. I saw you standing here for a long time without moving. What are you so absorbed in?"

Mo Zihan heard this and kissed her hair. "I was thinking for a while. Where should we go for a walk?"

Bai Mingyue chuckled. "Have you thought about it?"

She knew that Mo Zihan didn't tell the truth and didn't care, so she asked him what he wanted. The woman chuckled and said, her light and inexplicable tone lightening the mood.

Mo-tse shuddered, reached out and lifted her chin, and leaned over to give her a long, deep kiss. His lips and tongue were intertwined, and he blurted out two words, "Whatever!"

After the kiss, he looked at his blushing wife with a smile in his eyes and added, "I'll accompany you wherever you want to go."

Their eyes met, and they both looked at each other tenderly. I have heard of this saying that company is the longest confession of love. They should be like this right now. Although it was simple and calm, it was the best look of love.

The world is peaceful, gentle and calm. Holding your hand and growing old together with your son is better than this.

Looking at the man on the other side of the tempered glass, wen lan could not regain her senses for a long time. Inside, the man was wearing handcuffs and a loose prison uniform. His face was pale and haggard, and half of his hair had turned white.

Seeing Wen Lan, the man did not react. His deep eyes were as still as a pool of stagnant water, dead and lifeless.

In him, there was not a trace of what the previous Mo corporation president looked like, even though he was over half a century old, he was still full of energy and ambition. Wen Lan lowered his eyes. After all, things and people have changed.

He, too, is finally getting old!

Slowly picking up the microphone, she looked up at Mo Shoucheng on the other side of the tempered glass with a complicated expression. He paused for a moment, then picked up the phone and said, "Seeing me in such a state of decline, you two should be satisfied, right?"

Wen Lan paused and a hint of regret rose in his heart when he heard this. It seemed that she really shouldn't have come. But he still said, "Mo Shoucheng, at this point, you just hate me. But what right do you have to be weird?"

In the microphone, Mo Shoucheng snorted coldly. His two years in prison had worn off all his energy and all his hopes. However, the stubbornness in his bones did not change at all.

"I am his father, but I have caused him to this extent. You say I am not qualified? Hmph, if I had known this day would come, I should have died in the first place!" Mo Shoucheng gritted his teeth and said, still filled with resentment and resentment.

"Shut up!" Wen Lan did not expect him to be unrepentant today and blame all his mistakes on her son. She was extremely upset and said angrily, "So you still know that you are his father. Did you treat him like a son?"

"So what if there's no such thing as this kind of half-breed animal that doesn't deserve to be my Mo Shoucheng's son. Xiao Ran was my good son, and he should have..." In a fit of anger, Mo Shoucheng blurted out these words. Realizing that something was wrong, he quickly shut up.

But now, Wen Lan had no feelings for him. Naturally, she would not be fooled by him so easily. She was not a fool either. She could easily see the panic in his eyes and the restraint in his disguise.

Wen Lan was stunned. She immediately thought of something and blurted out, "What should he do?"

All of a sudden, Zi Han was in a car accident many years ago. In the end, the results of the investigation showed that there was something wrong with the brake system of the car he was driving.

For the next few years, she had been immersed in the pain of her son becoming crippled. Even when she found out that he could stand up, she had never doubted anything else. But now, the words Mo Shoucheng blurted out, and the way he looked away, were enough to arouse all her memories and suspicions.

"Hmph, what can he do? If it weren't for me, the company would have been his. Your good son, don't even think about getting involved." Mo Shoucheng said fiercely.

Mo Xiaoran had visited him before and had secretly found someone to smooth things over so that he could live a better life in prison. He promised to try his best to reduce his sentence so that he could get out as soon as possible.

In this way, Mo Shoucheng naturally placed all his hopes on Mo Xiaoran and hated Mo Zihan to the extreme. At this moment, the sparks in his eyes almost didn't burn Wen Lan's eyes.

Her pupils constricted and her heart was stabbed. There were some things in the past that she suddenly did not dare to think deeply. Thinking about how many things Mo Shoucheng had hidden from her back then. Without saying a word, she slowly put down the microphone.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Mo Shoucheng suddenly got excited, slammed the microphone down and threw himself at the tempered glass. As if reaching out to grab Wen Lan from there, he screamed, "Wen Lan, you two are as heartless as a dog! You guys wait, wait! I will not spare you after I leave..."

His sharp curses died down as Wen Lan put down the microphone. The police officers rushed over, pinned down the runaway Mo Shoucheng and brought him back to his cell. However, before he left, the look of hatred in his eyes was still like a knife, hitting Wen Lan hard.