Chapter 137

"Take the dumplings and I'll see my father." Today is Chinese New Year's Eve. It was originally a time when the family was round and happy. When something like this happened, my father was the most sad. He looked up and looked out of the window. It was already the dawn of the lights, and it was already dark in winter. At this time, the family usually had dinner early, but today... She couldn't say how she felt, It is reasonable to say that the possibility of aunt Fang's recovery almost does not exist. She can also breathe comfortably, but she only feels depressed. Some unspeakable feelings are heavy, which makes her unable to be happy or even sad. In fact, although aunt Fang herself made the child, she also contributed to the fire.

If you don't have yourself, your father may have a lovely child!

Father's children are hard... But if this thing is repeated again, she will still do it. She will become angry with aunt Fang's mother and daughter. They don't want to control themselves to death all the time, and they won't be arrested. Rebirth is for revenge. This unnecessary kindness is the greatest harm to themselves. In the last life, their flesh and blood will turn into ashes in the sea of fire, that kind of pain, She won't bear it anymore!

"Miss, aunt Mo and aunt Qing have been sent by others, and they are all rejected by the master." Sensing the emptiness of Moxue's pupils, Moyu murmured.

"It doesn't matter. The master always loves the young lady. If you see the young lady bring dumplings in person, you will be happy." Moran neatly put the dumplings on the table into the food box on one side, and specially put the other two small dishes made by herself on the table into the food box. After finishing the food box, she gave it to Mo Ye standing on the other side and asked her to help Mo Xuetong carry it.

Among the maids, Moran is a careful girl, so she knows the mind of Mo Xuetong best. She understands that the young lady is in a bad mood. Although she seems to have won a turnaround today, she has hurt the master's heart. The young lady is filial and naturally has a bad heart. She will be determined to miss the master and go to see the master.

So I asked mother Xu for a bigger food box.

Mo Yu helped Mo Xuetong put on a soft leather snow Satin cloak, and it was snowing outside. The northwest wind was blowing, which made people feel cold for no reason. He walked down the corridor to the study. He just felt that there were few people on the way. Although it was too late on weekdays, he could occasionally see people laughing and making noise, At this time, it seemed cold and silent.

When something like that happened during the day, another slave was killed. At this time, anyone dared to beg for the evil fire when the masters were angry, so they were all trembling. If they had nothing to do, they would rest early, not even gossip. The master ordered that if someone came out, they would be killed.

The door of the study was closed tightly. Mo Xuetong saw that the close boy beside his father was also closed outside the door, shrank under the edge of the room, hugged his neck and shivered. Seeing Mo Xuetong coming, he hurriedly welcomed him up.

"Where's the master?" Looking at the dark study, Mo Xuetong asked. There was no trace of popularity there. My father was really sad!

"The master is locked in his study alone. He won't let anyone in or light the lights. He hasn't eaten yet." The boy looked at the door of the study and replied.

"Take shelter in the room on one side. I'll see my father." Taking the food box from Mo Ye's hand, Mo Xue Tong talks to Xiao Si and Mo Ye.

"Yes!" The boy was shivering coldly, but he didn't dare to leave. At this time, he didn't appreciate what Mo Xuetong said. He nodded hard and walked to the side room with the light on one side with the ink leaf.

Mo Xuetong took the food box and pushed open the door.

"Who?" The voice inside was completely different from that of his father. Although it was still so dignified, Mo Xuetong heard a bit of fatigue and burnout.

After such a trip, my father's heart is also tired!

"Father, it's tong'er." Mo Xuetong replied low and walked forward according to his memory. Not far in front is his father's bookcase. At this time, his father is sitting behind the bookcase.

In the quiet darkness, mohuawen looked at his daughter's tiny body and came in with a food box. Although it was snowing outside, the light outside was much brighter than that in the house. His daughter came in and couldn't adapt to the darkness. He carefully lifted his feet and walked in. He almost tripped over the bookcase on the top and sighed gently.

The upset and annoyed heart was suddenly soft and transparent. His son didn't grow up. He also had a lovely daughter, which she gave birth to for him. With pupil, he had nothing to ask for in his life. Some things were really hard to force. If he didn't have so many concerns in those years, would he not have these things today.

He put his hand on the side of the fire fold, lit the fire and lit the candlestick on the side.

"Father, tong'er brought his father dumplings. In the past, my mother would always make dumplings with mother Xu on New Year's Eve. In the year tong'er spent in Yuncheng, my aunt's grandparents didn't like to make dumplings, so they defended a lot of noodles, but tong'er didn't like to eat. Mother Xu secretly went to the stove to make a bowl of dumplings, and cousin Xuan stole half of them. Unfortunately, she died! Today, mother Xu made a lot of dumplings, Tong'er wants to eat with his father? " Seeing the light, Mo Xuetong blinked, reopened, adapted to the light, carried the food box to the table, took out the dumplings and vegetables inside, and asked coquettishly.

A tender and considerate look of a little daughter.

Those beautiful eyes were as bright as stars. Zeng geometry also had such a woman. She looked at him gently and smiled with such bright eyes and arranged the food for him. That was the happiest time of his life. Only later... Mohua Wen's eyes darkened and turned his head to avoid those admiring eyes. The corners of his eyes were a little wet.

On New Year's Eve, dumplings... Looking at his daughter's naive smiling face, mohuawen only felt that he was an asshole.

She even left the young and motherless child in Yuncheng and let her live in other people's homes. How sad should such a young child be? Although she is joking now, how can she tell the bitterness in it? She used to think aunt Fang was a good person, but who expected that she was not only red apricot out of the wall, but also so vicious.

In the past, feng'er thought that even though he had no talent, he was sensible and obedient. Who would have expected that he was no better than his aunt. He was so vicious that he could kill his unborn siblings.

Although min'er is different from her mother and her brother, she also lost her usual generosity today. She even pushed tong'er aggressively and almost forced tong'er out of the house. Is min'er still the gentle, generous and smart daughter in her heart!

Sure enough, the dragon begets the dragon, and the Phoenix begets the Phoenix. Aunt Fang's roots are rotten, and so are the two children... Ink Huawen has an unspeakable feeling in his heart. The eldest daughter and son he has always loved are completely different from what he imagined. Why not make him depressed.

Reach out and touch the black hair of Mo Xuetong. Mo Huawen closes his eyes and covers the pain from the bottom of his eyes. When he opens his eyes again, he has a faint spoiled smile: "OK, my father and tong'er spend their childhood together and eat dumplings together."

I don't know how much I owe to this daughter. Looking at her sweet and pure face, I feel more distressed at the bottom of my heart. That's the daughter he wants to love most, but again and again because of myself... When Mo Xuetong returned to Qingwei hospital, it was already dark. Mother Xu stayed at the door of the hospital and saw her coming and busy making people prepare hot soup and water, Mo Xuetong let go after a little use. He was too tired. He turned back into the inner room and didn't let anyone light a candle. He closed his clothes and fell on the bed and closed his eyes.

The events of the day flashed in my mind. Mo Xuemin's design, aunt Fang's cry, Mo Yufeng's anger, Mo xueqiong's... Pile by pile, one by one, like playback, pressing step by step. If she was implemented today, she really did something to murder her father's children, even her father could not protect himself.

Even though my father has determined that Aunt Fang's red apricots are out of the wall, as a man, how can I say such things directly!

If Mo Xuemin's plot succeeds, she will die. In this man-oriented society, how can a woman abandoned by her family survive.

Aunt Fang's mother and daughter planned not only the position of the master mother of the Mo mansion, but also her own life. How could she make them feel better? She had exhausted her kindness in her previous life. She had come for revenge in this life. As long as she thought of the burning pain of the flame on her body and the wedding of Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin in the room stained with her blood, her heart was as painful as ten thousand swords.

Her hatred burned her bones and blood like a flame. Even if she was reborn, she could still stand the pain penetrated into her muscles and bones... Today, Mo Xuemin was really cunning. Even in the end, she didn't pull off her false mask.

In front of everyone, she gave gifts to herself with tears and sincere regret, and deceived everyone, including her father. Just now, her father told herself that Mo Xuemin was different from Aunt Fang. In this way, she only felt a sneer from the bottom of her heart.

Different, of course!

Mo Xuemin is more poisonous and cruel than her aunt! Can bear it!

In her last life, she endured until the end, and then pushed herself into the abyss of eternal doom when she was most helpless. If she died earlier, she would not be able to find her always kind and generous sister, who is a beautiful snake hidden by her side and waiting for people.

Sima Lingyun, Mo Xuemin, aunt Fang... She won't let go of any of them! The blood feud of the previous life, the tragedy of the dead bones, she struggled in the fire, but they laughed proudly outside the fire. How can she not repay such revenge! In this life, she is destined to die with them!

In the darkness, a fiery red suddenly flashed in front of her eyes. The blazing red burned the curtain. A huge beam fell from the sky and hit her head heavily. She could only fall to the ground in despair and look at the sky burning fire. Mo Xuemin smiled coldly and mockingly.

"Mo Xuetong, you're too stupid. Of course, your dead ghost mother is also the most stupid. She's still commensurate with my mother and sisters. Drink it and you'll be free. See clearly when you're reincarnated in the future. Don't throw it into the belly of a stupid woman. Even you will be stupid at that time."

In the light of the fire, she was covered with blood and a fierce and desperate laughter. In her wide eyes, with dark red blood, her clothes and skirts burned. The pain of burning skin was not as painful as that of her heart. The big pool of blood under her feet reflected the sarcasm and disdain under the light of the fire, at the last moment of her consciousness.

In her consciousness, there is only hatred, only hatred! Mother's hatred, child's hatred, own hatred, if there is an afterlife, if she will encounter them again, she must put them into the eighteenth hell and let them cry out in the coolest space of hell from generation to generation. For this reason, she would rather fall into reincarnation forever.

The scenes of previous lives are like playback. Each scene hurts the whole body and hurts the bottom of my heart... "Hey, hey, hey..."

A lazy voice came from the ear, with the mellow of some teenagers. Mo Xuetong suddenly opened his eyes in the dark, clenched his fist and looked blankly at the handsome face of the first size in front of him. The cold moonlight outside the window reflected the snow on the people lying on the bed. Feng Jue's beautiful face was full of the charm of demons, and it was like a demon under the moonlight.