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"Miss He..."

A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone. This voice made He Yiting, who had just seen the news report, frown again, her heart beating violently.

"You are……"

The man paused for a moment before speaking slowly. Although it was very light, He Yiting could still hear the bitter laughter of the man opposite.

"Hello, Miss He, I'm Zhan He."

Jen Ho...

How could He Yiting not know who Zhan He was, that person was Mobocheng's original fiancée.

If it wasn't for Mobocheng's insistence on marrying He Yiting, he and Zhan He would have married, but Mobocheng's parents loved him, so they finally canceled the engagement between Mobocheng and Zhan He and asked him to marry He Yiting.

But even so, there is no way to eliminate Zhan He's feelings for Mobo City, which is why He Yiting will unconsciously clenched her hands after hearing the other party's name.

Because He Yiting knew that Zhan He never let go of Mobo City in these years, and she also regarded herself as a vixen who robbed her husband.

"Miss Zhan...why do you hold Bocheng's mobile phone?"

The other party chuckled first, and finally said slowly, "Because I just passed by... Now they are in Fuxing General Hospital, come here quickly."

"it is good……"

He Yiting immediately put away her mobile phone and took a taxi to go to the hospital that Zhan He mentioned, but the man who had cared about He Yiting just watched her leave silently, his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally he showed a self-deprecating smile.

When He Yiting arrived at the hospital, the doctor had just finished the operation. The doctor in a white coat came over and smiled apologetically at He Yiting, "Are you Mrs. Mo?"

He Yiting nodded immediately, and she took a step forward, "Excuse me, my husband and son..."

"Mrs. Mo, we have tried our best..."

When He Yiting heard the doctor's words, her whole body seemed to be drained of her soul, she couldn't exert any strength at all, her legs could no longer support her body weight, and she was about to fall to the ground, but the doctor helped her.

"Mrs. Mo..."

"My husband and son..." He Yiting interrupted the doctor, tears streaming down her face like pearls, "Bocheng...Xiao He..."

The doctor helped her to the chair, and the nurse at the side came over with a list, "Mrs. Mo, your son was not seriously injured because someone helped him to block the force of the impact, but a child can't bear such an impact." Shock, so there may be some sequelae..."

He Yiting didn't listen to what the nurse said. She only knew that her husband passed away on her son's eighth birthday, and his son might remember this day forever.

She regretted that she didn't pick up her son from the primary school on time. If she had picked up Mo He on time, they would be a happy family having dinner at the restaurant to celebrate Mo He's eighth birthday.

He Yiting didn't know how she got to Mo He's ward. Seeing his small body lying on the huge hospital bed, her originally rosy lips turned pale, and her head was still wrapped in gauze. My heart hurts like being grabbed by someone.

"Mo Xiaohe..."

He Yiting walked slowly to the hospital bed, looking at the person lying on the bed, tears rolled down again.

She stretched out her hand to touch her son's bloodless face, and slowly moved from the face to the eyebrows, her whole heart was full of distress.

Mo He's eyebrows and eyes look like Mo Bo City, and He Yiting is a little scared. When Mo He grows up, he will look more like Mo Bo City. If at that time, can she still look at Mo He calmly?Do you think of Mo Bo City just because you see Mo He?

She didn't know, really didn't know.

He Yiting did not dare to imagine, and refused to imagine.

What should she do when the things that support her are gone?

He Yiting lowered her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, the way she looked at Mo He also changed. A somewhat unfair thought gradually emerged in her mind and took shape.

In the next few days, He Yiting was busy dealing with the funeral in Mobo City, and Mo He also woke up two days after the car accident.

After these few days of devastation, He Yiting seemed to have aged several decades in an instant, her complexion was very bad, and she looked very haggard.

And Mo He looked out of the window every day, without saying a word, as if he was lifeless.

The leaves on the tree were rustling by the wind, his eyes looked into the distance as if they were out of focus, and there was no expression on his face. He just sat quietly on the bed and maintained the same posture for several hours. Didn't move.

It wasn't until the moment the door was opened that Mo He quickly lay back on the bed, only revealing a pair of eyes outside the quilt.

Mo He's big eyes rolled around, and then settled on the woman who was closing the door.

The faint scent of roses from the woman spread into Mo He's nose, causing Mo He to frown.

He Yiting obviously doesn't like to wear perfume, but today she didn't know why she put on perfume, and it was so pungent, which made Mo He feel a little uncomfortable.

He Yiting put the food she brought on the cabinet next to the hospital bed, without any expression on her face, she just said a word without any emotion, "Eat."

Mo He didn't know why when he woke up, his mother seemed to be a different person, she didn't smile at him, and she spoke very briefly, with no more than five words in one sentence. The whole person was like an ice cube, which always made Mo He feel cold.

He Yiting was not like this before, why?

Mo He was a little afraid of He Yiting like this, but he was like a coward, he didn't dare to ask the reason, as if he was afraid of hearing the answer, he kept avoiding.

The little hand under the quilt was tightly clenched into a fist. He pursed his lips and reached out to pick up the lunch box beside him.

After opening the lunch box, he saw that it was his favorite braised pork. Although he liked it, when Mo He took the first bite, he felt very sour. It wasn't the sour braised pork, but his heart was sour.

In addition to being sour, it was painful and tingling.

Mo He closed his eyes and buried his head in his meal. When he raised his head again, He Yiting was gone. He didn't notice when she left, but Mo He felt his heart hurt even more.

Mo He slowly put down the lunch box, tears also flowed down slowly, his hands were hanging by his sides as if powerlessly, his eyes were gently closed, the tears did not intend to stop, but flowed slowly.

Although Mo He didn't know what happened, but he knew that he was probably hated...

But he didn't dare to think deeply. He could only watch He Yiting bring him meals every day with a blank face, and then leave immediately. In the end, he seemed to be bored. He just asked someone to help him prepare the meals without even showing his face.

Due to psychological factors, Mo He's recovery was very slow, and He Yiting seemed to be unable to wait any longer. Regardless of the doctor's words, she insisted on helping Mo He go through the discharge procedures, and then took Mo He back to the countryside.

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Mo He sat in the back seat and watched the fast-moving scenery outside the window without saying a word. His eyes were exhausted, and He Yiting, who was in the driver's seat, was not much better. Just the bruises under her eyes could tell how much she had. I haven't slept well.

No one spoke in the car, only the shallow breathing of the two of them, and He Yiting didn't speak until the car stopped.

"get off."

Mo He looked at He Yiting and saw that He Yiting was still expressionless. Although he felt uncomfortable, he didn't resist.

He picked up his small backpack and opened the door to get out of the car. Mo He looked at the scene in front of him, gradually emerging bit by bit, and his eyes turned red unconsciously.

He remembers this place, this is where he comes every year.

The place where Grandpa Mo He lives.

Mo He's grandmother died of illness a long time ago. At that time, Mo Bocheng and He Yiting wanted to take him to the city to live with him so that he could take care of him, but he refused because it was him and Mo He. The place where my grandmother lived since she got married.

This place is full of memories between him and Grandma Mohe, so he doesn't want to leave.

And this place is also full of many memories for Mo He, so he didn't want his grandfather to live in the city at that time. If his grandfather went there together, they might not come here again.

"Xiao Ting..."

An old voice came from the house, followed by a shambling silver-haired old man, the years had mercilessly left traces on his face.

The old man walked towards He Yiting slowly, his eyes were crooked, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, making him look very amiable.

"Dad..." He Yiting took a step forward to support Mr. He, "Why did you come out? Didn't you just wait for me at home."

Mr. He looked at Mo He who was standing next to the car, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He didn't answer He Yiting's question, but looked at his daughter with some discomfort.

"Xiao Ting..."

He Yiting knew that Mr. He had seen the clues. After all, Mo He always stuck by her side every time she came back, and never stood there obediently waiting for her.

Besides, this time, only their mother and son came back, which has never happened before.

He Yiting looked down at Mr. He's wrinkled hands, with tears in her eyes, trying to suppress the soreness in her heart, and when she raised her head again, there was a painful smile on her face.

"Dad... I might need to adjust..."

"It's okay." Mr. He patted his beloved daughter's hand, then let her go and walked slowly towards his grandson, "Mo Xiaohe, what are you doing standing there? Come and show grandpa if he has grown taller again gone."

Mo He looked up at Mr. He, who was as kind to him as usual, and suddenly felt that his eyes were inexplicably sour, but his heart was warm.

He took small steps to walk in front of Mr. He, and looked up at Mr. He, but there was no smile on his face as usual.

"Grandpa... Where is Dad?" Mo He's voice was not loud, but Mr. He heard it.

The question that has been hidden in my heart can't be hidden in the end, and I want to find someone to ask.

When he was in the hospital, he saw that He Yiting was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to ask, but he knew that at the last moment of losing consciousness, he saw Mobo City running towards him.

A soft and waxy voice came out of Mo He's mouth, and Mr. He looked at him with a puzzled expression, his heart seemed to be hit by something.

He knew that He Yiting had told him before coming here, but he didn't know that the situation was worse than he imagined, and he didn't expect that He Yiting would be so cruel that he didn't even care about his son, and Mo He didn't seem to know the truth Same.

Mr. He didn't know how to help them better. He knew that his daughter loved Mobo City very much, and he also liked the son-in-law of Mobo City very much. The impression of Bo City is very good.

But God always likes to forcibly deprive people of things they like, and no one knows that this kind of thing will happen. After this incident, not only He Yiting was sad, but he was also very sad. Seeing his beloved daughter die How could he, a father, feel better if he couldn't get out of his husband's pain?

Mr. He turned his head and looked at He Yiting who was walking home, feeling very sad. He could not persuade He Yiting to let go of Mobo City, nor could he make her take good care of Mo He.

Because as a parent, he still understands He Yiting very well.

"Come in first." Mr. He held Mo He's hand, and the two walked into the house slowly.

Mr. He tidied up the room when he knew that He Yiting was going home to live, so when they came back, they just put their things away and they could move in directly.

Although He Yiting is not like usual, as a mother, she will still help Mo He take care of everything, but she doesn't smile at Mo He like before, and she doesn't play with Mo He like before.

He Yiting tidied up the things, Mr. He also prepared the dinner, and Mo He was also very sensible to help arrange the dishes.

He Yiting, who came out of the room, looked at Mo He who was running back and forth between the kitchen and the dining table, her heart seemed to be pinched, which made her a little out of breath.

She imagined treating Mo He the same as before, but she found that she would be afraid, afraid that Mo He would leave her when she grew up, and that she and the only son of Mobo City would also leave her.

Even though He Yiting knew that the child should leave her parents when she grows up, she, who lost her husband, dared not let go of Mo He, who was like her life-saving straw.

Unless she let go of Mo He's life-saving straw first, she might not be able to accept Mo He's departure.

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The author has something to say:

Mo He: Overnight, the family was broken, and the pressure was so great...

He Yiting: How on earth should I face a son who looks so much like my husband?

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I feel sorry for Mo Xiaohe, I really want to hug her and comfort her!

Don't blame Mo Xiaohe's mother, she is also in pain.