Call you Uncle, do you dare to promise?

Su Yu rubbed his arms into his arms: "I will always want you, I was only you, I have nothing left."

Mo Chen felt a little sad: "Baby, you have always had me."

Mo Chen asked the driver to take them to a private restaurant and ordered Su Yu's favorite hot pot. When the hot pot was served, Su Yu behaved very normally, and slowly ate the dishes, but later on, he couldn't wait. The food taken out of the pot is put into the mouth at once, and it does not feel hot, so it is swallowed whole.

Mo Chen was startled, but Su Yu didn't notice it, and faster and faster, he poured all the food on the table into the pot.

He ate the contents of the pot with big mouthfuls, and Mo Chen realized that something was wrong with him. Su Yu has always been a very well-bred child, and he has never lost his composure before.

Mo Chen pressed his hand: "Su Yu, don't eat, you can't eat any more."

Su Yu tried to break away from his hand, but Mo Chen was much stronger than him, and his face was a little dark: "You can't eat any more, your stomach will be upset soon."

Su Yu suddenly got a little crazy and stood up and wanted to overturn the table. The hot pot was on the table, and the hot juice inside just splashed out like that. Mo Chen was worried that he would be hot and pushed him back, so the hot soup splashed on him. hands on arms.

Mo Chen gasped in pain, but he didn't look at his injuries. Instead, he walked up to Su Yu to observe his body, and asked, "Is there any injury?"

Su Yu shook his head, saw his red hands, gently rolled up his sleeves and saw that the red skin on his arms had already blistered, he suddenly burst into tears.

Mo Chen knew that he was blaming himself, reached out and touched his head, and comforted him: "Why are you crying? It's okay, it doesn't hurt, I was not careful."

"I'm hungry, Uncle Mo, I'm starving to death, I can't fill it here."

Su Yu pointed to his heart and burst into tears. He hadn't been like this for a long time, and he hadn't been so disturbed.

The moment he saw Su Zhiyuan's portrait at Su's house today, he only said one sentence to the person on the portrait, "You are finally dead!"

yes!He finally died, and the person who hurt him finally disappeared from this world.

But those terrible things that had been buried in the depths of his memory all of a sudden popped up.

He still remembers that when Su Qi died, those eyes bled with rage, staring at him like a ghost. He saw despair and helplessness in those eyes. He slapped the iron door with both hands, But nothing could save her.

He could only watch helplessly as her body was crumbling by the four Tibetan mastiffs in an instant, the flesh on her body was torn off bit by bit, and even his little heart was gnawed off bit by bit.

He still remembered that her long black hair was dyed wet with blood and hung on the dog cage.

The smell of blood was everywhere, and the smell was so disgusting, so disgusting, he kept vomiting, kept vomiting...

His body began to tremble involuntarily, and he told himself to forget these things, but he couldn't help those pictures keep breaking into his mind.

Mo Chen's voice gradually disappeared in his ears: "Xiao Yu, you are not hungry, it is not hungry, do you know, you are uncomfortable, you are uncomfortable in your heart, cry, it will be fine if you cry out."

Mo Chen knelt on the ground and hugged his body, reaching out to pat his back to comfort him, the whole scene looked embarrassed and sad.

Ugh……