Mo Hai froze.

He looked up and saw Moses Cheng standing there, without the slightest intention to let him in.

Mo Hai knew that Mo Xicheng was not stubborn and could not listen to himself. He didn't want to let himself enter this villa, so I'm afraid I won't see Li Shu tonight.

He took a deep breath and nodded.

Mo Xicheng did not drive and went directly to Mo Hai's front passenger seat.

When Mo Hai drove away, a figure dangled from the window on the second floor.

Li Shu lowered his eyes, covering the sadness in his eyes.

Then she went to the bed and lay down.

Divorce is the scene she most hates to see. Mo Hai is really good to her these years. But Mo Hai was so wronged today that he didn't believe in himself. It was so sad.

Thinking of this, Li Shu lay down and closed his eyes.

-

In the bar.

Mo Hai drank from cup to cup, and Mo Xicheng didn't speak, just sitting opposite him, silently sipping wine.

Not knowing how many glasses of wine go into the stomach, Mo Hai suddenly looked up and looked at Mo Xicheng, "Do you particularly hate me?"

Mo Xicheng lifted his eyes lightly, "Without love, where does hate come from?"

In a word, Mo Hai gave a slight stun, and then he couldn't help laughing at himself, then lowered his head: "You know what, this mouth is really ... inherited from your mother."

Moses Cheng didn't speak.

Mo Hai may be drinking too much, her eyes are a bit hazy, and the whole person said with a bit of nostalgia: "Did you know? When your mother was young, it was the most popular school flower in our entire school. She is not only grown up It was beautiful, connotative, and very elegant. Her people looked very temperament. At that time, many people were pursuing her. "

"I liked her at the time ... But my classmates were laughing at me, saying that I was a bun, and do n’t go after the girl who is the scent of others, but I ’m just like evil, even if your mother looks down on me, I ’m still like her."

"You know, your mother was poisoning tongues at that time, and she could be a classic quotation if she hit me. Every time she refused me, she would be speechless."

"At that time, she was full of spirits, flung Fang Yan, holding a pen, and wrote a series of touching and exciting stories."

Mo Hai said here and stopped talking.

He was silent, as if immersed in memories, unable to extricate himself.

Mo Xicheng saw him and couldn't help but say, "What about now?"

"right now?"

Mo Hai froze.

Mo Xicheng nodded, "Yes, where is she now? How beautiful she was then, how embarrassing she is now. I just want to ask you a word. It has been more than 20 years since then. For ten years, you have been using marriage and children to bind her. Is she really happy? "

Mo Hai froze again.

Mo Xicheng looked at him, "Love someone, what does it look like, you know?"

Mo Hai shook his head.

Mo Xicheng drew up his lips, "Love someone, that's just how happy she is. When my mother was so good at that time, did you stare at her and see her happy, and feel happy? And now? You haven't divorced her so much, have you ever seen her smile like she did when she was young? "

Have you seen it?

I haven't seen it for years.

Mo Hai carefully recalled that she couldn't remember the last time she saw her smile from her heart.