The lost beauty

When the party came out in the third year of junior high school, it was already midnight...

Mo Weijin bid farewell to her friends, and reflexively walked in a familiar direction.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is also the day of his graduation. In the eyes of others, such a day is a good day for family reunion and a full moon, but for Mo Weijin, it is a painful day that cannot be remembered.

Halfway through the walk, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in front of him, which made him wake up quite a bit.

Looking at this quiet path, Mo Weijin couldn't help shaking his head. He has already graduated, and school is no longer his safe haven.

Turning around, he walked step by step towards his so-called home.

He had thought about hailing a taxi, he didn't want to go home too late and disturb him, the man he was in awe of.

However, at night, the streets are deserted, with only remnants of fallen leaves and a few lonely stars in the night sky.

Although he quickened his pace, it was already two or three o'clock in the morning when he returned to Cuiyuan Community, and he was considering whether to go in.

After hesitating for a few times, he finally decided to go in, walked to the door of the house, and carefully took out the key.

At this moment, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly dropped, and Mo Weijin couldn't help shivering.

Looking up, through the streetlights in front of the house, he saw a tall and burly figure approaching step by step.

As soon as the man came, he couldn't help but slap him directly.

In the silent night, with the loud slap, Luo Weijin was slapped to the side, with a trace of blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Time seemed to stand still, until Wei Jin slowly raised half of his rapidly swollen face, and the tall man in front of him still smelled of alcohol, staring at him fiercely.

"Where did you go? Do you know what time it is?"

...Mo Weijin didn't speak, but just lowered her head, her deeply buried eyelids trembling slightly.

"Go back to me first!"

Mo Weijin followed carefully, he knew that this night would be difficult after all.

Wei Jin couldn't help but glanced up at the man walking in front of him.

Mo Yufeng, 37 years old, is the executive president of Huanyu Group. He is a glamorous and successful elite in front of the media, and he is the object of pursuit of thousands of celebrities.

At the same time, he is also Weijin's biological father. He gave birth to him and raised him, but he doesn't like him.

Weijin still remembers that when she was six years old, her mother died of a serious illness.Mo Yufeng loved their mother very much. After his mother passed away, he was in an extremely sad state. He hugged the two brothers and swore to take good care of them.

Mo Yufeng is a good father, at least before the age of six, he loves them more than anything else, Xiao Weijin has always been thankful that although he has lost his mother's love, he still has his father's love.

Until one day his younger brother Mo Weifei disappeared, which changed everything.

From then on, he and Mo Yufeng drifted apart until they became strangers.

As soon as he entered the door, Wei Jin saw Uncle Zhang standing in the living room, seeming very anxious.

Seeing the father and son entering the door one after the other, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing Mo Yufeng's dark face, Zhang Bo looked at Mo Weijin with a little worry.

"Sir, young master, you are back, I have prepared some supper..."

"No need!" Mo Yufeng directly interrupted Zhang Bo's words, then went straight to the stairs and walked to the second floor.

Mo Weijin still followed behind, but Zhang Bo grabbed him, "Mr. is in a bad mood today, don't mess with him!"

Bad mood?Mo Weijin smiled wryly, then nodded slightly.

Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang helped him at his house when he was very young. The old couple had no children, and they usually went back to their hometown at most once to see some relatives. They also treated Mo Yufeng and Mo Weijin as relatives.

Arriving at Mo Yufeng's room, Wei Jin carefully closed the door, and then stood beside the coffee table.

Mo Yufeng sat directly on the sofa, staring at him with a pair of cold and serious black eyes, "What did I say before going home?"

"Abiding by your rules." Wei Jin stood up straight and did not dare to slack off at all

"What time did I say I had to go home?"

"Twelve o'clock!"

"Difficult?" Mo Yufeng raised his eyebrows and looked at him with sullen eyes.

Twelve o'clock is already a great indulgence for Weijin, but today is his graduation day. After attending the graduation ceremony, Weijin was dragged by his friends to celebrate, have a meal, sing karaoke, and play games , Before I knew it, it was one or two o'clock in the night.

Wei Jin shook his head, and then stopped talking.

"Bring it!" Seeing that Weijin remained silent, Mo Yufeng was so angry that he stood up all of a sudden, and stretched out a hand.