The spring breeze is not as long as your love

When old man Su saw that black Maybach disappearing into the night like that, he was anxious and angry.

Seeing this, Mrs. Su couldn't help curling her lips and said, "What's so great about it."

Mr. Su exploded immediately, and roared: "What do you know? Although the Su family and the Mo family have contacted several times, they have not even reached a preliminary cooperation intention! If the Mo family refuses to sign a contract with the Su family, Su The family will fall into a financial crisis and may go bankrupt!"

Mrs. Su panicked all of a sudden. Even though she didn't know much about the company's affairs, she knew how serious it was, but she still couldn't help saying: "It's just a third young master of the Mo family who is not taken seriously. Even if he can stand up on both legs, How much energy can it have?"

"President of the Mo Clan, the person who is really in charge of the Mo Clan is Mo Chenxiao! Even when his legs were disabled, he was never an idiot!"

Originally, her granddaughter married so well, she should be the pride of the whole family, and also the support of the Su family, but it's a pity that no one in the Su family has ever treated her kindly.

Now, Mr. Su has to admit that Su Mowan never had a good time in the Su family.

Mr. Su regretted his mistake, looked at his wife and said, "Su Mowan today is different from before!"

Mrs. Su looked unconvinced, but seeing her husband's ugly face, she dared not say anything more.

Old Man Su looked at Su Zhendong, and originally wanted his father to beg Su Mowan to change his mind, but, thinking of Su Mowan's mention of Yanran's expression of coldness when he was only six months younger than her, the words on his lips were so cold I took it back.

Old Master Su couldn't help but let out a long sigh, feeling an unprecedented tiredness in his heart.

……

When Su Mowan and Mo Chenxiao arrived at Mo's house together, the big box had already been placed in their bedroom.

There is a coded lock on the box, but it's been a long time, and Su Mowan has forgotten it.

When Su Mowan was about to find a way to open the box, he saw Mo Chenxiao walking over.

Su Mowan quickly said: "Enter the wrong password again, and it will be locked..."

The combination lock clicked open.

Swallowing the words behind, Su Mowan couldn't help giving Mo Chenxiao a thumbs up: "My husband is great."

Su Mowan couldn't wait to open the box.

The box had been dusty for too long, and there was a strong musty smell. Su Mowan didn't care about it, and started to organize the things in the box, including bits and pieces.

Toys played by one or two-year-old children include small milk bottles, combs for women, hairpins, rusty earrings, broken hairpins, etc.

Su Mowan looked at the same thing and sorted it out carefully. Looking at these was like seeing the figure of his mother.

At the bottom of the box is a picture folder, which is full of design drawings.

The basement is damp, and the traces of pen and ink on some design drawings are a little smudged, and there are mildew spots in some places.

Even so, it will not detract from the stunning design drawings.

Su Mowan sat on the carpet, leaning on the end of the bed and slowly looking at the designs made by his mother.

These design drawings contain all the amazing clothes of the Su family back then, and several of them are as good as Grandma Xiang's little black dress in the hearts of everyone in the fashion design industry.

Even after seeing the finished product, the feeling is still different when seeing these original design drawings.

Especially the notes written next to the design drawings, one word at a time, people can see in a trance how that amazing and talented woman drew so many classic works with one stroke at the beginning, and what she is like Peerless.

Later, most of her works were clothes for little girls.

Su Mowan knew it was all for her. She heard from her grandfather that her mother was very happy when she found out she was pregnant.

Grandpa said: "Your mother said that in the future, all my daughter's clothes will be made by my mother."

However, to Su Mowan's surprise, these children's clothes were designed not only for girls but also for boys.

Could it be that the mother planned to let the Su family get involved in the children's clothing industry?

Su Mowan recalled that the Su family's development over the years didn't seem to plan to involve children's clothing. Could it be that his mother didn't have time to talk about it?

When Su Mowan was thinking about it, he had turned to the end.

The last piece of paper was not a design drawing, but something was sketched in a mess. When Su Mowan saw the writing below, he cried out in surprise.

"what happened?"

Mo Chenxiao quickly walked over from the balcony.

When Su Mowan was sorting out the relics just now, Mo Chenxiao thoughtfully avoided, leaving the space for Su Mowan.

"Chen Xiao..."

Su Mowan looked at Mo Chenxiao in shock, her lips were trembling, and it took her a while to call out his name.

Mo Chenxiao had never seen Su Mowan so panic-stricken, like an elk that had broken into a hunter's camp.

"It's okay, don't be afraid." Mo Chenxiao strode up to Su Mowan's side, hugged her, and softly comforted her.

Smelling the breath of the man, Su Mowan barely regained her composure, and she handed over the paper in her hand: "Take a look."

Mo Chenxiao reached out and took it.

After 20 years of storage, the paper is already very fragile, and some places have been damaged under Su Mowan's uncontrollable force.

But the handwriting on it can still be seen clearly.

It read on the paper: ...Tell me that the person who entered the room on the wedding night was not Zhen Guo.

But, if it's not Zhen Guo, then who is the person who is lingering with me?Whose are the two children in my womb?

There is a name at the beginning of this paragraph, but I can't read it clearly.

The meaning behind this paragraph also surprised Mo Chenxiao.

"Husband." Su Mowan said in a low voice, "If what mother wrote is true, then she..."

Her throat was tightening, and she could hardly speak normally: "...she used to..."

"It can't be true."

Mo Chenxiao interrupted Su Mowan's words, and didn't let her continue: "This matter should be a misunderstanding, someone deliberately misled Mom."

"How do you know?" Su Mowan looked up at Mo Chen, almost eager to get the answer from him.

"It's very simple. At the beginning, when you were found from the countryside, the Su family did a paternity test. You must be a child of the Su family."

"Yes, I'm a child of the Su family, I'm a child of the Su family." Su Mowan murmured to himself, his whole body limp in Mo Chenxiao's arms, feeling relieved.

Fortunately, she is a child of the Su family. Otherwise, what kind of suffering would have happened to the mother who knew the truth back then?

Mo Chenxiao just hugged Su Mowan quietly, patting her on the back as if to comfort her, but those dark eyes were full of thoughtful expressions.

Perhaps it was because Su Mowan's mental fluctuations were too great. In the middle of the night, she developed a high fever and fell into a coma, but she kept murmuring something in a low voice.