delicious life

What about Sai? Hearing Mo Ci's soft call, the man with a cold temperament clenched his fists, and his sharp eyes met the red eye sockets of his elder brother.

"I, I gave up the game." Mo Ci didn't react for a while, and it took a while to answer Mo Yan's cold question.

"Crack!" A crisp sound exploded in the air, like boiling water, tumbling instantly.

"Brother..." Mo Ci said in a daze, looking at the heaving chest of his elder brother opposite him, covering his left cheek which had been slapped, and froze in place.

"Bastard! What are you doing back here!" The stern-faced man put down his palms, his chest heaved unsteadily, and his sharp eyes seemed to shoot through Mo Ci who came back.

"Brother..." Mo Ci's throat was dry, tears blurred his vision in an instant, "Brother, you..."

He wanted to ask his brother why he slapped him hard when he hurried back.

It's a pity that the words were blocked halfway, stuck in the throat, and could no longer be spoken.

"You don't go to the competition, what are you doing when you come back?! You finally made it to the final, you know what it means to give up." The sharp question made Mo Ci's thinking freeze with tears in his eyes.

"Give up, you let go of the opportunity from your hands, and you easily gave up the four years of hard work in country F. Are you worthy of father!"

Pulling Mo Ci's collar, the man with sharp eyes spoke clearly.

After a long while, Mo Ci's eyes came back to life after his thoughts were stagnant, and he pushed away his brother who was grabbing his collar, and shouted loudly when the other party was in a daze: "There are still many opportunities, but father has only one life! Will come back, even if I will get No.1 in the final, I will come back!"

Tears were falling down, Mo Ci was unconscious.

Hot tears splashed onto the ground, Mo Ci raised his head, his neck was stiff, and he roared loudly, still choked with sobs.

"I want to come back, I have to come back, hit me, big brother, hit me hard, after the beating, I want to see my father, I want to see him, you are not allowed to stop me."

Never had he spoken to his eldest brother with such a loud voice, Mo Cigao let out a hoarse roar, rushed in front of Mo Yan, grabbed his brother's arm and shook Mo Yan's body.

The pain suppressed in his heart was vented, Mo Ci once hated his elder brother.

I earnestly hope that he can live up to it.

The worries and worries in his heart were misunderstood by his elder brother.

He was afraid of losing, and he had already had a fierce ideological struggle when he chose to abandon the game. Any choice would have to pay the price of losing.

The pain in his heart was expelled from his body while screaming, Mo Ci choked up, letting tears flow out of his eyes first.

"A Ci." Mo Yan frowned, his voice was very hoarse after taking a deep breath.

"A Ci, do you know what coming back means?"

The suppressed voice concealed strong worry, and the sharp eyes contained complex emotions. The man with a stern face walked into Mo Ci, put his arms on Mo Ci's shoulders, and slowly exerted strength.

"I know, I know what I will lose when I come back, but if I don't come, I will lose more things." Mo Ci shook his head, his voice choked.

"Does it hurt here?" Mo Yan let go of Mo Ci's shoulder, moved his arm up, touched Mo Ci's red and swollen cheek, and his eyes were more moved.

"It doesn't hurt." Mo Ci gradually stopped the tears, his chest was full, and he shook his head slowly, his vision blurred by tears became clear again.

The soft cloth touched his cheeks, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. The man with a calm complexion was apologetic, and gently, almost gently, wiped the red and swollen marks from his own handkerchief with his handkerchief.

"Brother." Mo Yan's familiar actions made the emotional Mo Ci choke up again, he stretched out his arms to hug his brother, Mo Ci buried his face in his brother's chest and sobbed.

"Big brother, big brother, big brother." He called repeatedly, and every time he called, there was always a soft response from a man.

Embracing his younger brother who showed his vulnerability to him for the first time, the man's hand stroked back and forth behind Mo Ci's back, patting him gently, expressing silent comfort.

The sunlight in the room poured on the two of them, the brilliant color dyed the tips of their hair red, the muffled cries in the silence, and the light slapping sound shattered the complete sunlight.

After a long time, Mo Ci, who had wiped away his tears, came back to his senses, and a new emotion was added to the eyes that were filled with tears and fear—firmness.

83、chapter12

"Dad was sent to the hospital because he fainted at the company the day before yesterday. He had high blood pressure, but he refused to stop working and resting. He was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. The doctor said that Dad's cerebrovascular disease was caused by cerebral hemorrhage. Symptoms, after the first operation yesterday, Dad is still in danger, and the situation is not optimistic, so I will call you yesterday morning."

Mo Yan and Mo Ci sat side by side on the bench, the worry in his voice only increased, which made his facial expression very stiff.

"What!" Mo Ci stood up suddenly, looking nervously at his elder brother beside him.

"Calm down first, Ah Ci." Mo Yan motioned Mo Ci to sit down, frowning.

"The reason why Dad fainted has a lot to do with his refusal to rest. Mo Ci, why doesn't your dad refuse to rest?" Mo Yan's deep voice spread in the air.

"I know," Mo Ci clenched his fist quietly, "There is a problem with Mo's company, right, brother?" Mo Ci frowned.

"You're right." Mo Yan didn't show any surprise. Hearing Mo Ci's answer, the stern-faced man relaxed for a while.

Mo Ci knew that this meant that he didn't have to explain those intricate interests to Mo Ci.

"Mo's stock was illegally manipulated, and it fluctuated greatly... Before we could react, someone secretly bought a large number of stocks in the hands of Mo's shareholders, and Mo's stock plummeted. Dad suspected that there was an insider in the company. Sitting in the head office in person has increased the workload."

Mo Yan pursed his lips tightly, and his tight jaw expressed his inner worry.

"Brother," Mo Ci's voice trembled a little, even if he knew this in advance, he would still express uncontrollable fear of the re-enactment, "Brother, will the company go bankrupt?"

"No," Mo Yan saw Mo Ci's terrified expression, stretched out his palm, and patted Mo Ci's shoulder, "It's not that serious, we still have a chance to fight back, as long as we find out the insider, let the company's few Only one shareholder can get through this crisis by giving up the idea of ​​selling stocks at a low price."

"This, is it tricky?" Mo Ci's nails pierced into his palm, but he didn't feel it.

"Yes, it's very tricky, but for the sake of Mo Shi, I will complete this tricky task," Mo Yan lowered his head slightly, seeing Mo Ci's habitual movements, he put the handkerchief that Mo Ci wiped his face just now back into Mo Ci's In the palm of his hand, there was a harsh reprimand, "They are all adults, and they are still so frizzy in doing things."

Mo Ci glanced at his elder brother in surprise, with warm currents rushing through his chest, he grabbed the soft blue handkerchief and stuck it to his palm.

"I'm sorry, big brother." Mo Ci obediently bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"You can't control your emotions. With such a character, you will suffer in the mall." Mo Yan gave a few words of advice, and the tense jaw line softened a bit, "Although you have changed a lot, in front of me, you He's still a younger brother with no hair."

"Brother..." Mo Ci frowned, expressing his annoyance at the elder brother's analogy.

"Since you're back, you have to share Dad's responsibilities." Mo Yan quickly changed the subject, stunned Mo Ci, who had a slightly red face, and turned pale instantly, "Before I find out the ghost in the company, I will Let you take over Manletson temporarily."

Mo Yan made a decisive decision.

"Brother, I can't do it..." Mo Ci said in a low voice, pulling the corner of his majestic brother's clothes.

"I really want to help Dad share his worries, but I don't know anything about hotel management, and there will be trouble."

"Do you admit that you are useless?" Mo Yan said coldly.

"No." Mo Ci shook his head.

"Then start tomorrow, take off your casual clothes, put on your own suit and tie, and report to Manletsen. I will ask special staff to teach you, and you can prove your usefulness!"

Mo Yan's sharp eyes fell on Mo Ci.

"Okay." Mo Ci didn't refuse this time, and nodded decisively. The weak emotions in the light brown eyes got rid of, and became clear and bright.

"Now, let's go to see Dad." Mo Yan didn't react redundantly to Mo Ci's statement, as if he had expected such a result from the beginning.

Opening the door, Mo Yan walked in front of Mo Ci. On the way, the two happened to meet the doctor who had just walked out of the VIP ward.

"My father, is he still in danger?" Mo Yan asked.

"Mr. Mo, I just wanted to tell you this news." The doctor's solemn face was relieved, and his tone became lighter, "This is good news. Mr. Mo has just passed the dangerous period and is no longer in serious trouble. You You can visit the ward now." The doctor's eyes rested on Mo Ci for a few seconds, "It's best not to bring unrelated people in, the patient needs absolute silence."

"He is my younger brother." Mo Yan said, the doctor nodded and brought the two into the ward.

The ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and Mo Ci hurried forward to the bed to visit his father, whom he had not seen for a year.

The man in his 50s was sunken deep in the hospital bed, his face pale.

Mo Ci's hands under the hospital bed trembled slightly, resisting the soreness on the tip of his nose, and Mo Ci looked carefully at this face that had been carved by the years.

The meticulous hair that was always combed was messy on Fangzheng's forehead. In his memory, the old man with a blue face had sunken cheeks, big bags under his eyes, and bloodless lips were tightly pressed, unable to make any sound.

Knowing that his father was out of danger, Mo, who hadn't returned home for a long time,