Divorce and flash marriage, CEO ex-husband regrets heartbreak

His dull eyes met the child's lifeless eyes, and his eyes suddenly became moist.

"Tiantian, I'm your grandpa."

Mo Lan, who had the name Mo Lan etched into his bones since childhood, moved his lips and mechanically argued, "You called the wrong person. My name is not Tian Tian, ​​my name is Di Mo Lan."

After he finished speaking, he looked up at Di Guanwei, "Grandpa, is he really my grandpa?"

Although Di Guanwei was reluctant to admit it, he nodded in the end.

Di Heben also thought that Di Guanwei would deny it because of the estrangement and conflict between them, but he didn't expect him to admit it.

But he was not grateful, because the little girl's current outfit and short hair were enough to make him hate him to death.

"Tiantian, say hello, Grandpa..."

"My name is Di Molan."

The hoarse baby voice interrupted Di He's words, and his heart ached as if it was bleeding.

Everyone knows that obsession ingrained in one's bones is terrifying, just like Tiantian now. She has already engraved the three words "Di Molan" deeply into her heart, and she is extremely unfamiliar with the name Tiantian.

Di He was unable to express his feelings at the moment. He reached out to hug the little girl, but she coldly refused, "I'm already three years old. I don't need to be held."

Di He choked up, "But I want to hug Tian...Mo Lan, can I?"

"No." The rejection was decisive, and Di He felt as if a knife had pierced his heart.

In a trance, he saw his former shadow in her. That shadow had followed him all his life, like an angel and a demon that devoured people's souls.

At that time, he had two personalities, one of desire and one of restraint, and then he was madly tearing and struggling between those two personalities.

His father will never see how helpless and crazy he is in the dark, just like he can’t see Tiantian’s inner world now.

The tears in his eyes fell, and he could no longer control his emotions. He hugged Tiantian and burst into tears.

In the past three years, he thought that the little girl would change completely, but he still didn't expect her to be like this.

There is no vitality, no spirit, and no emotional fluctuations.

The expression on that young face was always indifferent, cold, and terrifyingly calm.

"I'm sorry, Mo Lan, it's grandpa who's sorry for you. It's grandpa who's useless." Di He hugged her and cried in a low voice. The muffled and deep voice made people feel very depressed.

Lu Mian turned his face away and wiped his tears secretly, feeling extremely sad and heartbroken.

No one wants a good little girl to become like this, but now everything is beyond change.

"Mo Lan, grandpa will take you to the amusement park, okay?"

Di He cried and whispered, looking at the little girl with a pale face with moist eyes, he felt a chill in his bones.

At the age of three, she gives people the oppressive and vicissitudes of life of a 60-year-old. Is this what her father wants?

"Di He." Di Guanwei was very dissatisfied with the word "amusement park" from his mouth. He scolded him angrily and issued a warning.

Di He turned his head and looked at him, "Mo Lan is still a child. She should have a childhood."

Di Guanwei sneered, "Childhood? Can it be eaten? Do I need to tell you how heavy the burden on her shoulders is?"

"But this is not a reason for you to exploit her. She is a living person and has human rights." Di He roared.

"Human rights? Oh, then let me ask you, what exactly is human rights?" Di Guanwei's tone was filled with contempt. "The highest rights are human rights, otherwise what's the point of just talking about it on paper?

Di He, I don't care if you fall into depravity, but if you dare to use your vulgar ideas to influence Mo Lan, I will never forgive you."

"Lu Mian, send him away." Di Guanwei ordered in a cold voice, and then turned to Mo Lan, "Get ready. I'll have someone take you to the Di family to identify him."

"Yes." Mo Lan replied obediently, then she pushed Di He away with a cold expression.

Di He's arms felt empty, his heart was filled with loss, and his tall body seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar. In the end, he could only watch Mo Lan being taken away by a car, his eyes frozen.

Di Group.

Di Tao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the white snow outside with a gloomy look in his eyes.

The father was really anxious. The little girl just came back and he urged her to come to the group to recognize people.

Sure enough, no matter what he did, he would eventually be kicked out of Di's company. No wonder more and more directors were distancing themselves from him recently.

But when it comes to calculating, Di Tao is not weak.

Jingle Bell.

An abrupt voice broke the silence in the room. He glanced at the name on the screen, raised his eyebrows sinisterly, and swiped the phone to answer it.

The voice of his confidant Qiu Tai came from inside, "Second Young Master, everything has been arranged."

"Well, send someone to keep an eye on her and tell me immediately if anything happens."

"Yes."

Di Molan? Haha, don't let your grandfather down, little girl.

On the way to Di Group.

Due to the thick snow and slippery road, there was a traffic accident ahead, so the traffic was stuck in a traffic jam.

Mo Lan sat in the car, his little face looking out the window. Because the traffic jam had lasted for a long time, some people got out of the car one after another.

The temperature was so low that her breath almost turned to ice. She just stared blankly at the faces of all sizes outside the window, her eyes empty.

Suddenly, loud laughter was heard outside, and Mo Lan looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw several children playing snowball fights on the thick snow. They were cheerful and their laughter was like silver bells.

The rosy faces seem to paint a touch of red on this cold winter, full of warmth.

The children had a lot of fun, and their laughter broke the silent atmosphere, making people feel less depressed.

Snapped.

Suddenly, a handful of snowflakes hit the car window. Mo Lan tightened his fingers in shock, and his breathing trembled.

The white snowflakes quickly slid down the car window, but she felt as if the snow hit her heart, making her feel moved and excited.

Bang bang bang.

A child knocked on the car door. Mo Lan looked at her in the car, and his heart was inexplicably moved.

It was a girl, dressed in pink, with a fair and tender face and two little pigtails. She tilted her head and looked inside, her grape-like eyes blinking, looking so cute and soft, very adorable.

"Open the door, open the door." The little girl called out softly, her voice crisp like a lark announcing good news.