The sweetest pheromone in the entertainment industry

After watching for a long time, the ruined lotus leaves in the pond have a different kind of interest and Zen in the sound of rain.

Prosperity and decline, whether it is a plant or a human being, life has passed like this.

"Let's talk." Joan looked at the man beside him, his tough and handsome facial features were covered with a layer of gloom under the gray sky.

Han Mo lowered his head and took a bite of the cake. The rich creamy taste spread in his mouth, and it wasn't very sweet. He slightly relaxed his brows, thought for a moment, and said, "Do you want to know about your father?"

Joan was stunned: "What's the matter?"

"Think about it, it's nothing." Han Mo said, "Your father's life seems to have made great achievements, but in my opinion, there is really nothing to show for it."

"..."

"I can say a few nonsense things if you want to hear them."

Because of getting together less and more with his father since he was a child, Qiao An knew Qiao Henian, except that he had one more title of "father" than others, and he didn't know much about him himself than others.

After being with Han Mo, Qiao An actually thought about asking Han Mo about his father. After all, Han Mo was older than Qiao Henian, and had witnessed the rise and fall of the Qiao family and even the scientific research institute for generations.

However, when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.The estrangement with Qiao Henian has accumulated over the years, and he doesn't know where to find out.So what if you understand?

Qiao Henian had such a temperament, at least in Qiao An's opinion at the time, Qiao Henian did not expect to get family affection from him.And Joan was no longer young.

That's it.

In this way, until Qiao Henian passed away, Qiao An still knew very little about this father.

He pretended that he didn't care, but how could blood relatives pass away without leaving traces—he had some regrets, even Qiao Ni knew that the old man's time was numbered, so he went to see more, but he was indulging in the illusion of the past In the movie, he thought his father was still the father of the Dean Qiao Henian.

Han Mo is his pillow, so how can he not see his thoughts.

Joan lowered her eyes and smiled bitterly: "...I am an unfilial son."

Han Mo said: "Emotions need to be mutual. He failed to give you the love of a father. It is normal to be alienated from each other."

"But I'm still his son, and I don't even remember his birthday."

Han Mo turned his head and asked Xiao Yuanbao: "Baby, do you know your father's birthday?"

Little Yuanbao shook his little head: "I don't know."

"He's only three years old, you compare him to me?" Qiao An said with a smile.

Han Mo curled his lips and cut to the point: "The first time I met your father, he was a baby."

"..."

Han Mo has lived for nearly 200 years, watching the changes of people and things from generation to generation.He was born in the scientific research institute and grew up in the scientific research institute. Ashamed to say, he didn't gradually understand the world until he was 30 years old.

He is the most successful experimental product of Perfect Alpha. For the first 30 years, he basically spent his life in laboratories, scientific research institutes, and experimental bases. With military bodyguards.

To be honest, he doesn't need other people's protection. His strength has been proven in the past ten years. Even if he is chased and intercepted by nearly a hundred top Alphas, he can break out of the encirclement.

But the military still tirelessly sent people to follow him. Sometimes he would play tricks, deliberately let people follow him, and then slip around and go back by himself.

Of course, he will be interrogated and censored after returning home, but no one can do anything about him.The century-old scientific research results and the ardent expectations of mankind are all paid to him.

When he was a teenager, Qiao Henian's grandfather said to him: "You are the hope of mankind."

When Qiao Henian was in his twenties, Qiao Mufeng, Qiao Henian's father, took over the scientific research institute and said to him: "Don't think of yourself as a savior, you are just a little bit better than ordinary people."

Han Mo said, "I'm more than a little bit better."

Qiao Mufeng is different from the old dean who is as rotten and strict as the old tree bark. He is a cheerful and humorous person. When he is not experimenting, he likes to hold a globe, flick it to the left, and flick it to the right, and say: " Hey, the earth is that big."

But he said melancholy: "It's such a big earth, I've never been anywhere."

Han Mo said: "Don't you often go abroad?"

"I went abroad to attend a seminar, and I have to come back as soon as the meeting is over. The burden of the scientific research institute is on my shoulders. It's really fucking heavy. Han Mo, can you help me share it?"

Qiao Mufeng was only three or four years older than Han Mo, and he looked like a typical Qiao family member, with high brows, slightly upturned eyes, and a flirtatious look.

Later, Han Mo thought about it countless times, how could such a person as Qiao Mufeng give birth to Qiao Henian?

All in all, they became a near-friend relationship.

Han Mo cooperated with him in experiments, while Qiao Mufeng fought for his "freedom".

"You said that you are almost thirty, the eldest is not young, and there is no one you like?" Qiao Mufeng was chatting with Han Mo one afternoon while holding a big teapot of wolfberry and red dates health tea.

Han Mo's answer was very serious: "My sperm is not active, so I cannot make a fertility match."

Qiao Mufeng laughed until tears came out, "It's not about this problem, let's not worry about your sperm, what are you thinking?"

"What do you think?"

"Dare you think of anything?"

"What are you thinking?"

"The one I like."

"I don't like people, I like dogs." Han Mo said.

"...are you fucking serious?"

"I don't have a mother. Can I have a dog?"

"..."

Han Mo, who was not deeply involved in the world, still looked like a child until he became an adult for a long time. He retained the appearance of a teenager, and his growth was much slower than ordinary people-only in appearance, but his physical fitness was beyond the reach of others.

After a while, Qiao Mufeng brought him a police dog and said, "Take it easy, don't make too much trouble."

Han Mo started the days of competition with the police dogs. He asked people to hide the carrion, and searched with the police dogs to see who could find it first—it was a good way to pass the time when you were bored.

Qiao Mufeng smoked a cigarette and asked, "Your dog's nose is perfect?"

"It's okay." Han Mo said, "Can you give me a battalion of soldiers?"

"You want to fight?"

Han Mo gathered his ten fingers together, his joints creaking, "I don't really think about it, I'm just bored."

"You are wasting too much here, you should do honor to the country."

Winning glory for the country is secondary, Han Mo just wants life to be less boring.

At that time, the rest of the world was still not at peace, and the alliances between countries might break up, and they could change overnight.Hua Guo has always sought stability, and it is good to be able to maintain a delicate balance and not be invaded by powerful enemies.Besides, they also have a secret weapon, the perfect Alpha gene.

The existence of Han Mo is a state secret and a national treasure, and the country is willing to use all armed forces to protect him.

Qiao Mufeng suggested that Han Mo should protect the country.

The leader was vetoed at the beginning, but finally a perfect Alpha was produced. If anything goes wrong, it would be too much loss for Huaguo. Han Mo is the painstaking effort of several generations.

Qiao Mufeng: "Just because he is the perfect Alpha, the son of God, he won't die so easily."

"..."

All in all, under Qiao Mufeng's stern tongue, Han Mo gained "freedom".

Freedom is something that is forgotten after being restrained for too long. It was only after joining the army that Han Mo suddenly realized: Ah, so I want this.

Life in the army is much more interesting than that in the scientific research institute. He likes to go out for training the most. He climbs mountains and ridges, in the wind and rain, in forests, deserts, and snow-capped mountains.

To him, it's like a game.

He joined the Special Forces at the beginning.

Qiao Mufeng has a good saying: "To suffer the most, to be the greatest official."

The harder the task to complete, the faster you advance.

Han Mo accomplished mission after mission brilliantly. Enemies and teammates died before his eyes. He stepped on their blood, calmly and mechanically, with the ultimate goal of completing missions.

When you meet a god, you kill a god, when you meet a Buddha, you kill a Buddha.

He once honed himself into a murder weapon, a bloodthirsty Shura, and even his teammates began to be afraid of him.

Han Mo has no friends in the army, only the obedience of superiors and subordinates, the four words of iron-blooded army soul, which he carved into his bones.

When he returned to the scientific research institute again, he was already the company commander.

Qiao Mufeng asked him: "How is the army?"

Han Mo: "It's not good, every time I finish killing someone, it makes me sick."

"..."

"Besides this, the scenery around the earth is not bad, you should go and see it." Han Mo reached out and fiddled with the globe on Qiao Mufeng's desk.

Qiao Mufeng smiled wryly: "I still can't. Although the world is big, it's not peaceful. I don't want to die casually."

When Han Mo returned to the scientific research institute, besides the routine inspection, he also came to congratulate: "Congratulations on the birth of a son."

"There must be an heir."

Qiao Mufeng's wife is an Omega from a famous family. The old headmaster chose it for his son when he was dying.

This Omega lady's surname is Zhao, and Han Mo calls her Mrs. Zhao.

It's not unreasonable that Mrs. Zhao would meet the old dean's criteria for choosing a daughter-in-law, not only because of her family background, but also because this Mrs. Zhao is also unsmiling and strict.

"A loving mother is a loser, my father really thinks of me, and he doesn't think about why he fell in love with my mother back then." Qiao Mufeng said bad things about his deceased father, "It's fortunate that I followed my mother's temperament, otherwise I would be suffocated to death."

Han Mo was noncommittal, and gave Qiao Mufeng a camera, saying: "There are photos I took in it, but unfortunately they are black and white, you will just see."

"It's a good feeling." Qiao Mufeng couldn't let go of playing with the camera, "It really suits my heart."

Han Mo attended Qiao Henian's full moon banquet, nothing special to remember, and then returned to the army.

Five years later, Han Mo was successfully promoted to major.He is still doing the most difficult tasks. He will come to what others cannot accomplish; he can do what others cannot do;

He is used to the battlefield, used to fighting and bloodshed, even if someone dies in front of his eyes, he will not feel much. His mind is numb, and his reason is red.

His instinct told him that he couldn't go on like this, and he had to temporarily return to normal life and society, otherwise he would really turn into a cold-blooded and ruthless monster.

Something is calling him to go back somewhere.

"Don't you have someone you like?" Countless times, someone asked him this way.

"No." He replied countless times.

What followed immediately was the disappointed expression of others.

They don't want to know if he has someone he likes, but if he is a normal person.

After all, does he "like" this kind of feeling?

Han Mo thought he had it, and he wanted to have it, but it was really difficult for him at that time.

"It would be great if someone I like fell from the sky." He even had this wishful thinking.

The author has something to say: Han Mo: ... really fell.

Qiao Mufeng: Isn't that my grandson? ! ! (⊙o⊙)

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of W Ya; 5 bottles of self-study banner never pour;