delicious life

At the beginning, he looked nervous, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and his eyes were full of hope.

74. chapter3

"Morrison, I believe it's not your fault." Mo Ci's words made Morrison prick up his ears.

"You have a rather paranoid father. It can be said that this was an accident, an accident that should not have happened. Morrison, can you tell me your real identity?"

"You don't want to know..." Morrison closed his eyes in pain when he heard this, as if he was suppressing his inner emotions.

"You can't tell me." Mo Ci used an affirmative sentence.

"Yes, I'm afraid you don't want to know, in fact, I don't want you to know."

"If you don't tell me, how can I forgive you? Morrison." Mo Ci was silent for a while.

"...Okay...just hope you don't alienate me..."

After a long period of silence, Morrison clenched his fists and frowned painfully, "I'm Morrison Kolobo, the only son of Brian Kolobo, the godfather of the underworld in country B..."

"The Kolobo family operates a large industry, including gambling, finance, service industry, and even smuggling and drug trafficking. Do you still remember the first love girlfriend I told you a long time ago?"

Morrison paused, and the two men in front of the hospital bed held their breath, their eyes moved to Mo Ci with a sickly pale face in unison.

"Her name is Lena, and she is an obstacle that my father, Brian Colombo, solved personally."

"I originally... naively believed that by voluntarily abandoning those property rights, I could stay away from that dark world... But I was wrong. My father didn't want to put me in an obstacle that would destroy my future. My future, my future My future is to marry a daughter of a well-matched family. In that dark world, I am not allowed to throw people who I believe have no background on the stage... He can always find my weakness, Mo, sorry, I concealed it You have been so long..."

Morrison sighed heavily, not daring to look directly into Mo Ci's pale eyes.

"You have been staying in a small place in Country F for four years..." Mo Ci's tone was a little surprised.Morrison, the next heir to the Sopranos family, left home in anger four years ago just to hide in a corner and heal his wounds?God really made a big joke.

"Yes... When I approached you, I was attracted by your temperament, so I hid in this small place... I was afraid that my father would send someone secretly, so I never dared to confess my feelings for you. Two months ago, I accepted When the family ordered to leave temporarily, it was to deal with the difficult matter that they discovered your existence. I confronted my father for a long time, and he made a little concession with an unclear attitude. I thought it would be a good solution to this matter, but who knows To the point that my father only agreed to me temporarily...to use you to threaten me to return to the family..."

Morrison's confession and pain were clearly seen by the three people in the ward.

Zhao Hongxiu remained silent, and folded his arms habitually, but his heart was filled with huge waves.

The Kolobo family...that black family known for their brutality...

How could this boy who was crying bitterly and begging for forgiveness be the heir of that family?

Zhao Hongxiu's doubts were not resolved.

"Can you, forgive me, Mo, for the sake of our four years of friendship, I promise, I will not let such a thing happen again." Morrison propped his forehead and said with a sob.

"Morrison," Mo Ci called softly, and Morrison immediately raised his head.

"Four years, I cherish the friendship of these four years. I can forgive you for this accident." Morrison's dull eyes lit up when he heard these words, and Mo Ci continued, "At that time You need me to give you an answer, after escaping for so long, I don't think I can drag it any longer."

Morrison swallowed nervously, holding his breath——

"I have no feelings for you, all I can say is sorry, Morrison."

The bright eyes lost their luster, the expression froze, and a bitter smile hung on the corner of the mouth for a moment.

Morrison knew he would never have another chance.

I have made countless beautiful assumptions, and imagined the scene where Mo Ci accepts himself, but that was only based on the fact that Mo Ci was not captured by his father.

After Mo Ci was shot, the feeling of suffocation that his chest was torn apart told him that the uneasiness for many days had come true, and there was something that was irreparable.

Friendship, family affection, love, even the ability to fall in love with others...

There is a high wall between the two worlds, and no one can easily climb over to the other side of the wall—something that he should have understood a long time ago, but he has repeatedly ignored it.

Originally belonged to the darkness, like a bird in a cage yearning for freedom, how could the bright light be irradiated into the dark corner by itself?

Morrison's bleak expression made people uncomfortable.

Mo Ci still doesn't want to give up his sincere friendship with Morrison for four years. This friend who likes to joke, has a cheerful and humorous personality, always gently helps him solve the difficulties in life, and his sad appearance makes him feel unbearable.

It was just an accident. Mo Ci knew that being shot was an accident that no one expected, but...Morrison and him are people from two worlds. Because of this incident, my heart is more or less clouded. Mo Ci thought that the friendship between him and Morrison had cracked.

When Morrison confesses his feelings or is kidnapped by his father...

Mo Ci stretched out his other hand, and his relieved expression lifted the spirits of Morrison who was in a daze on the other side, "We can't be your other half, we can still be friends and brothers, can't we?"

"Friend, bro?!" Morrison murmured.

Even if the answer he got made him sad, it was better than Mo Ci's refusal to forgive him and the result of his rebellion.

With a sigh, Morrison deeply engraved Mo Ci with a sickly pale face in his heart.

"we are still friends."

"Yes, friend." Mo Ci nodded.

The other two people in the room pricked up their ears at the same time, their faces darkened, and they didn't say a word.

Out of the corner of Mo Ci's eyes, he saw the two men standing behind Morrison, a trace of embarrassment slipped from their faces, and they had no intention of leaving.

Two strong people will not leave because of their few words, and give Morrison a chance to be alone with him... Thinking of this, Mo Ci shook his head helplessly and focused on Morrison.

"Thank you for forgiving me, thank you." Morrison's green eyes were full of gratitude, despite the pain in his eyes, he showed sincerity and kindness.

How could such a person be the heir to the dark world?

Mo Ci reached out and took Morrison's other hand.

"You don't have to blame yourself so much, Morrison."

"No, I will keep this mistake in my heart forever." Morrison put his cheek on the slightly cold back of Mo Ci's hand, with deep self-blame.

He knew that he had lost Mo Ci forever, and he would also forever lose the chance to spend his life with Mo Ci. The dark kingdom behind him had opened the door to him.

There is only a thin line between darkness and light. When will we see you next time?

The green-eyed young man pushed his painful emotions back to his chest, and said his last farewell to this best friend who had been with him for four years and never forgotten in a relaxed tone.

His cheeks were already covered with wet stains, and in front of so many people would give people a chance to ridicule, but Morrison couldn't help it, and tears filled his eyes.

"Thank you, Mo."

"Mo, you must find your own happiness."

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"Duan Feng, don't you feel disgusted?"

Mo Ci, who no longer needed to lie on the hospital bed, boarded the return flight with Duan Feng together with Duan Feng. When the other party found his own seat for him, he finally couldn't help asking.

"No." Duan Feng's answer was very concise, but Mo Ci was surprised by his calm attitude.

Mo Ci's eyes widened to look at Duan Feng, and there was a slight smile in the dark eyes of the mature and stable man.

"You, you really don't dislike...Morrison..." This matter of pursuing me?The second half of the sentence was swallowed back by Mo Ci.

When most people hear about being pursued by the same sex, they will first express a little surprise or disgust. Why is Duan Feng so calm?

"No, if you promise Morrison, I will use my way to oppose you being together," Duan Feng successfully saw Mo Ci's light-colored eyes continue to widen, "You will not have a happy life if you promise him the result of."

"Forgive him, and with him, the hurt will only get deeper and deeper. With this forgiveness, how can I forgive the second and third hurt? You are not the same way, I am very glad, Mo Ci, You've chosen the right path. Instead of giving Morrison hope, let him see what's in front of him now."

It was rare for Duan Feng to deliver a lengthy speech, and Mo Ci opened his mouth in surprise when he heard it at the end.

Duan Feng's point of view is no longer surprising to him. The thorough analysis is expressed from the perspective of a bystander from the beginning to the end. The little embarrassment in Mo Ci's heart has been completely dispelled by Duan Feng.

"Morrison is a good man." Mo Ci nodded, seeing the concern revealed in the other's quiet eyes.

"Status is limited, Morrison's emotional journey will be very long." Mo Ci continued, but the man opposite suddenly stretched out his right hand, and the palm fell to his face.

The slightly rough feeling is the touch of Duan Feng's fingers touching his cheeks. Mo Ci forgot what he wanted to say, and didn't know how to carry on the conversation.

"you……"

"You have dirt on your head." The man said lightly, moving his right hand upwards,