Mo Hanting ran all the way to Yun Yiju, and he stepped forward and pushed the door open.

Mo Xuanyin was in the bedroom and heard the movements in the courtyard.

As soon as she got up from the soft collapse, she saw Mo Hanting pushing the door and walking straight towards her, holding her in her arms, and pressing her chin tightly against her head.

Mo Xuanyin pushed him, but didn't push him, because Mo Hanting hugged him very tightly, and no gap was left for her in struggle. She scolded coldly: "Tell me, what else do you want to do!"

Mo Hanting wrapped his hands around her, his voice unable to hide the pain and depression: "Si Yan, tell me, it's you.

Tell me, you're just lying to me, okay?"

Mo Xuanyin's face was cold: "Last time you drank too much and mistakenly recognized me as your ex-wife. I can't bother you. You are still awake this time, so why are you making trouble?"

Mo Hanting let go of her, but his hands kept holding her shoulders, his eyes fixed on her, as if he was afraid that his eyes would disappear as soon as he looked away: "You are looking for a painting you drew 60 years ago. The seal on the painting is 'sound'. Don't tell me, this word "sound has nothing to do with the Asheng I misunderstood. Ayan, I am not confused to that extent."

Mo Xuanyin's eyebrows and eyes were faintly cold: "Although I don't know what you are talking about, how do you know I'm looking for a painting?"

"Wen Qianxi eavesdropped on your conversation with my father today. In order to please my father, she was secretly helping to find a painting."

Mo Xuanyin stared at it so much.

"I don't care what you are questioning. As far as I know, your ex-wife, three years ago, had already turned into a ball of ashes in the crematorium, and she was dead."

Mo Hanting shook his head: "Impossible!"

"Ha, where did you get the confidence?"

"At that time, the dead people were the ancestors of the Mo family, right?

Because you have the same face, you can hide the truth from the world.

Otherwise, tell me how can I believe that a person who has been frozen for sixty years can wake up again, and how can I believe that there will be so many similarities and coincidences between you and Ayan?"

They have the same face and they all know how to do medical skills.

Xiaobai and the others are from.

Mu Jingxiu followed them.

Ayan is Nuannuan and Niannian's biological mother, and Mo Xuanyin is helping Mu Jingxiu get the custody of Nuannuan and Niannian.

The most important thing is that ‘Asheng’.

Mo Xuanyin sneered and swept away Mo Hanting's hand.

She walked to the table and sat down, poured herself a cup of tea: "Although you don't believe it, it has nothing to do with me, but it can prove that I am not Si Yan. There are too many things. You are paranoid and insist on pretending to be asleep. What can others do?"

Mo Hanting walked to Mo Xuanyin, squatted down, raised his head to condense her, and his eyes were filled with sadness: "Ayan, don't be like this?"

Tell me the truth, even if you hate me, you will never forgive me again in your life, and tell me if it is okay?

I just want to know that you are still alive, as long as you know that you are still alive, it is enough."

Mo Xuanyin calmly stared at his gaze and sneered unconsciously: "I can't just lie for your extravagant hopes. I'm not Si Yan, my name is Mo Xuanyin."

Mo Hanting raised his hand and held her wrist: "A Yan..." "Mo Hanting," Mo Xuanyin pulled out his hand, stood up, and kept a little distance from him: "I actually don't understand. What is the meaning of pretending to be deep and loyal now?

If I were really Si Yan, I would want to kill you again, rather than letting you be presumptuous in front of me.”

Mo Hanting felt stagnant, yes, he was a murderer.

She killed Ayan, and Ayan would hate him... Mo Xuanyin wrapped her arms around her chest, looked at him, and said in a indifferent tone: "The belated affection can only touch you, and others don't care about it.

Stop coming to me and make trouble. Get out, I want to rest.”

Mo Hanting closed his eyes, the belated affection... In fact, it was never the belated affection, but himself, who had been lying to himself from the beginning.

He deceived himself without love, he was not jealous, he cheated on himself just hated her...                                                                                                                   

Now, he is indeed not qualified.

He exhaled, stood up slowly, turned around and walked out in a mess.

But after walking a few steps, he stopped, turned around, and looked at Mo Xuanyin in disappointment: "Why are you... looking for that painting?

It is important to you?”

Mo Xuanyin originally asked Mo Jingxuan to keep it secret, but she didn't want Mo Hanting to come and get involved with him after he found out.

But now that he already knows it, there is nothing to hide.

"That painting is very important to Niannian."

Hearing this, Mo Hanting's eyes became a little clearer: "What does it have to do with Niannian?"

"Niannian's cold poison has disappeared, but he has never woken up because the medicine I took him was missing a dilapidated medicinal material. When I was young, I used it to draw ink and drank it very completely and preserved. If I could find that painting and incorporate the medicine into the medicine... Niannian would wake up soon and live a normal life as a child."

Mo Hanting knew that painting could save the child, but a trace of hope seemed to ignite in his originally desolate heart: "I will do my best to find it."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Mo Xuanyin deeply.

Seeing that she was not very willing to pay attention to her, she could only turn around and push the door and leave silently.

He found Feng Cheng's number and dialed it in, asking Feng Cheng to gather all resources to help him find the painting.

Feng Cheng naturally responded unshirkable to his affairs.

"It's wrapped around me," he said, and then asked, "How is Xiaobai doing recently?

Have you recovered?"

"She's fine, she's still in the Moyuan."

Feng Cheng nodded.

After a moment of silence, Mo Hanting said, "Lao Feng, my friend for many years, I would like to advise you that if you are not in love, please calm your heart in time."

"Do you think she and Yan Mucong still have a chance?"

"I've seen Yan Mucong look at her. He was deeply in love with Bai Yueqiu and was almost paranoid. Bai Yueqiu hated Yan Mucong's arbitrary decision to him, but she grew up next to Yan Mucong, and the relationship between them was definitely not something that others could intervene."

Feng Cheng was silent for a long time: "Do you think... Xiaobai loves him too?"

Mo Hanting didn't say anything.

Feng Cheng smiled helplessly, thinking about what Xiaobai said to him a few days ago when he was still sick when he went to visit Xiaobai.

She said: "Mr. Feng should stay away from me, but I don't want to be innocent because of my own affairs."

Feng Cheng asked tentatively: "How could I be innocent?

We're very close, aren't we?"

Xiaobai said lightly: "If it weren't for the arrangement of my ancestors, I wouldn't have helped you treat the disease. You are just a patient of mine. We are not familiar with each other and will not be very close in the future. So... Mr. Feng should not waste his energy on me."

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Hearing Mo Hanting's voice coming from the other end of the phone again, Feng Cheng smiled with relief and said, "Okay, I understand. I will sort out the feelings that do not belong to me. I will help me thank my ancestors. If it weren't for her help, my stubborn illness would not have recovered for so many years."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Hanting clenched his fists slightly and looked up at the night sky that had fallen.

The cold wind blew over, and he raised his hand and gently covered the position of his heart.

There seems to be a piece missing here, and it hurts bloodyly and will never be healed again...
Chapter completed!