Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter

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Updated: 2014-03-13

The "don't want to eat" rushed to the mouth was swallowed, and she lowered her hand from the book case, pulled a faint smile on her lips, nodded, and motioned for her to come.

Mo Xuetong's eyes flashed with joy, and now he laboriously put the food container down before the book case, reached out for Mo Huawen to pile up the side by side, and organized some files into the grid beside the book case, where ink was placed Some official documents processed daily.

"Father, these are a few boxes of snacks that my grandmother delivered last night. My father went to sleep at night, and Hitomi didn't bother to interrupt. So I put it to this day, and it only made people heat up, and eating porridge is the best. Father, tasting the porridge made by Hitomi is delicious, but must not waste her daughter's will. "Although Mo Huawen's look was faint, he did not exclude his approach. Mo Xuetong relieved, The food box was opened, and a small dish of snacks was taken out.

There are crispy duck, lily crisp, drunk fish, pickled cucumber, cold curd tofu, etc. that Mo Huawen likes to eat. There is also a large pot of white porridge that seems to move your forefinger. An empty bowl filled Mo Huawen with a bowl of white porridge and placed it in front of Mo Huawen. At this time Mo Xuetong had recovered his calmness and looked up with a smile: "Father, you try, this white porridge is made by Tonger I wonder if it tastes good? "

With the expression that Mo Xuetong looked forward to, Mo Huawen picked up the bowl and took a sip of white porridge. It was not thin, not hot, not cold, and it was really good. Mo Huawen couldn't help but look closely at Mo Xuetong. Seeing that she saw that she drank two porridges, she was so happy that her eyes were bent, and her heart was inexplicably guilty.

"Tonger ..." Mo Huawen lowered the bowl of porridge in his hand, his face was heavy, and his eyes were clear of guilt and affection.

"Father, Hitomi's porridge is good? If not, Hitomi will still improve. Hitomi himself wants to eat anyway, but Hitomi's favorite is to eat with his father." Mo Xuetong's naughty red ink Wen blinked, as if he could not feel the heavy atmosphere in the room at all.

How to cook food was not learned in Yuncheng at that time. Even though Qin didn't like her, she still gave her the necessary decentness. How could she let her cook in person? Besides, Xu's mother was always by her side. What she wants to eat is not a matter of words, and she won't labor to do it herself.

After marrying Sima Lingyun in his last life, his mean mother asked Mo Xuetong to treat her personally to suppress Mo Xuetong. In order to make a delicious meal that suits Mrs. Zhen Guohou, Mo Xuetong did not know how much secretly Tears, how many times the hand was burned, but every time just Sima Lingyun carelessly said a word, be careful next time, not to say a word.

I used to think that he was taking care of his mother and was hard to say, but now I understand that he doesn't care about himself at all and how he cares about being hurt.

Thinking of these, my eyes could not help but a trace of coldness. This life was reborn, she came from revenge. She would never let go of the people who were burned by the fierce fire.

"Dou'er made it very good, but don't do it in the future. There are so many girls in the ring who don't let them, why do you still ask Dou to cook? Then you still keep them doing something. Then you come to Jingcheng, and The ladies in Beijing are unfamiliar with each other, so you should contact them more, but do n’t be bored to drill in the kitchen at home. ”Mo Huawen involuntarily stretched out his hand and petted her head, watching the bright smile of her daughter. A lot of suffocation disappeared on his face for a while, and he took the chopsticks on the side and ate with a big mouthful.

Looking at Mo Hua's Wenci and concerned face, Mo Xuetong picked up and smiled.

Give yourself a small bowl of white porridge, sit at the bottom of Mo Huawen, and accompany him to dinner! Two people followed the characteristics of not talking about food and sleeping, and slowly ate it. There was only the sound of dining in the room, and there was peace and tranquility in the room. It was very calm, and the dullness in the heart of Mo Huawen was in this piece. Ning Hezhong eased slowly.

After a while, Mo Huawen runs out, Mo Xuetong puts down the bowl when he sees the machine, and calls Mo Yu to pick up the food box at the door. Mo Huawen's little puppet soaks in two cups of Longjing, and helps Mo Yu to clean up the bowl and chopsticks. Go on.

"Hitomi, do you remember the four big rings next to your mother, the ones called spring, summer, autumn, and winter?" Mo Huawen raised his hand to pick up a cup of tea, took a sip and put down his face and asked heavily.

Mo Xuetong naturally remembered the four big rings around her mother, but she did n’t know what Mo Huawen asked at this time, and nodded puzzledly: “How many of them are they in the spring, and Tonger naturally remembers that they serve The mother is very dedicated, and the former pupil Hitomi also inquired about them, and it was not good to hear. "

Yingchun was killed on his mother's coffin. Xiangqiu died of illness shortly afterwards, but Hexia was gone. The last Xuedong had been there, but she was crazy and could not even recognize her relatives.

"When your mother died, were they all in front of me?" Mo Huawen's face was very heavy, his voice unconsciously slowed down, but even then, Mo Xuetong could feel the slight tremor in his words, At that time, Mo Xuetong had been trying to figure out. Being in the Mo Huawen area, his mood was slightly agitated and he bit his lip.

"Father, why didn't you send your mother-in-law at that time?" She always wanted to ask this sentence. From her previous life to this life, she never found a suitable opportunity. At this time, she was infected with Mo Huawen's emotions, and she just didn't feel bored. In my heart, the astringent pain is because of this reason that caused the birth of the father and daughter. Mo Huawen was the most unqualified husband, father, but after this time, Mo Xuetong had to Re-examine your father.

After arriving in the capital, Mo Huawen's affection for himself is so real. Even Mo Xuemin, who has always been valued, is behind him, sometimes looking at himself, and his father's eyes clearly show his miss for his mother. How could my father be so embarrassed and so lucky! Don't even want to see your mother for the last time?

"At that time, I was ... there was really something to do in Aunt Fang's yard ... I don't know if your mother would suddenly be unable to sustain it ... your mother's body though Not good, but it ca n’t be so bad ... it wo n’t even wait for me a few hours there ... your mother, your mother ... "Who Dao didn't cry, but when it was not sad, Mo Huawen clenched the corner of the table tightly with both hands, for fear of showing his weak side in front of his daughter.

What happened that day, he now remembers it and regrets it. If she had known her mind so much ... why Luoxia died at a young age ... I do n’t know if I was stupid or stupid. , Husband and wife for so many years, he didn't even know anything ... Think of the husband and wife for so many years of love, how could this not make Mo Huawen feel distressed at the thought of it.

The morning sunlight came in through the window, shining on the face of Mo Huawen to endure the sad face, the bright reflection of the corners of the eyes, and the bitter smile on the lips had the pain that could not be rid of it. Then, her heart suddenly throbbed, and suddenly found something important that she had previously ignored.

"Father, how did your mother die?" The weak voice shivered uncontrollably, and her lips became pale in an instant. She pressed her hand on the book case because her strength was clear, and a voice in her heart told her again and again without compromise. There is something wrong with her mother ’s death, and it ’s not just Aunt Fang ’s problem. Otherwise, her father would have dealt with Aunt Fang already. Even if she did n’t dispose of her, she could n’t take her with her. In the last life, she only knew that her mother was sick and died, so there is no complain .

In this life, she believes that her mother was killed by Aunt Fang, so she hates it!

But now, she found out that there was another problem, and this problem turned out to be too secretive for her father, so she couldn't say enough! What is the reason, she eagerly wanted to know, forcing a burst of painful consternation in her heart, looking forward to Mo Huawen to give her an answer.

Watching her daughter's tender face floated in painful color, seeing her trembling in panic, her face as white as paper, but still firmly grasping the book case, not letting herself fall, Mo Huawen sucked deeply In a tone, a decision was made: "Douer, your mother died of illness, but your father was bad. You did n’t have time to meet your mother at the time. You do n’t need to check it anymore, and your father asked you. The death of Yingchun is yours. Did anyone hit it? "

He would never tell Tonger about it, Luo Xia wouldn't say it, he wouldn't mention it, just be a simple Miss Mojia!

Yingchun's death? Why didn't Yingchun die because he had hit her and died in front of her coffin? How can you be killed by yourself? Mo Xuetong was a little bit blind, and his clear eyes like water couldn't react for a moment, and stared at Mo Huawen dullly.

"Do you really think you aren't you?" Looking at her daughter's clear eyes that could see people's hearts, there was a little blank expression in her eyes. There was nothing in Mo Huawen that I thought was because of Luoxia Sudden death and messed up my heart, and a few words from my auntie left her most beloved daughter alone in Yuncheng for more than a year. At this time, I regret to die!

How could her cute and lovely daughter do such a vicious thing, forcing her to die to death, and hitting her in front of Luo Xia's coffin without a way of life. At that time, Tonger was only 11 years old Although her temperament is more introverted and less pleasing to herself than Miner, none of this can be the reason for her viciousness.

How could she and Luo Xia ’s daughter do such things, but regretted that she was fascinated by Aunt Fang at the time. She even believed what she said. Now I remember that she was kneeling down at Qingwei Park in Tonger. How could the child whose mother died after clearly provoking?

A pot of water poured out, still light!

I remembered the letters I had sent to Hitomi in the past, and finally returned them intact. When I was still Hitomi and still refused to forgive myself, and I was so bad-tempered, I kept her alone in Yuncheng. The meaning of sharpening his temperament was ignored by her. I never imagined that it was all Aunt Fang's game. It was Aunt Fang's misgivings about Hitomi ... Where he couldn't see, Hitomi Know how much wronged.

It ’s no wonder that Hitomi had so much hate when he met him. No wonder Hitomi would not forgive him, Aunt Fang was so rude, and he was kind to Hitomi, but he let him listen to her words, Hitomi Vicious arrogance, Hitomi's bad training, Hitomi's disobedience, Hitomi's disobedience and filial piety ... It was all panic woven by Auntie Fang!

Heart, hurt up!

He was wrong. How could he let Aunt Fang get involved with Hitomi!