The lost beauty

A week later, Zhao Juncan came back from Hawaii, and immediately invited Weijin and Zhou Yuankai out for a meal.

Zhou Yuankai picked up Wei Jin early in the morning in a Rolls-Royce convertible, a 16th birthday present given to him by his father.

Along the way, Zhou Yuankai's speed reached [-] at one point, and Mo Weijin was inevitably a little worried about his skills, "I said take it easy, you are not yet an adult, where did you get your driver's license?"

"Five words floated from the sky—that's nothing!" Zhou Yuankai whistled in shock.

Mo Weijin gave him a slap on the back of the head, "Slow down, or I'll make you busy now!"

"Mo Weijin, your uncle! You hit me on the head again!" Zhou Yuankai rubbed the back of his head a little furiously, but seeing Weijin's solemn expression, he obediently slowed down.

When they came to the "Shen Chen Story" coffee shop, they saw Zhao Juncan waving at them from afar, and Zhou Yuankai excitedly ran over to hug him, "Old Godmother, I miss you so much!"

But before he reached Zhao Juncan, he ruthlessly pushed him away with one hand, "Try calling me 'Laoganma' again?"

Seeing Mo Weijin behind him, Zhao Juncan didn't care about getting angry with Zhou Yuankai, got up and gave him a warm smile, "Xiaojin, long time no see!"

"Brother Juncan, you're back!" Zhao Juncan was older than them, and always took care of Weijin like a big brother. As time passed, Weijin called him brother directly.

Seeing the two of them enjoying themselves happily, Zhou Yuankai rolled his eyes aside, "There is love!"

Zhao Juncan directly ignored Zhou Yuankai, a poor kid, and then called Weijin to sit down. He gave them the gift he brought back from Hawaii, and then chatted about some interesting anecdotes about the trip.

The three of them were sitting in the coffee shop chatting together, drinking coffee, time seemed to have grown wings, and before we knew it, it was past five o'clock in the afternoon.

It's rare that Mo Yufeng's assistant returned to the company after selling his leave. Weijin also had a lot of things to do these few days, so she was happy and leisurely.

When I came out of the coffee shop, the sun was setting and it was a beautiful twilight.

Zhou Yuankai drove Wei Jin home, and went to his night life alone.

When she got home, Wei Jin felt a sense of coldness rushing towards her face, and a sense of tension condensed in the air.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Mo Yufeng with a cold black face, holding a crumpled envelope in his hand.

Uncle Zhang ran over in a panic and grabbed Wei Jin's arm, "Master, why are you so confused, tell your dad well later, don't make your dad angry again!"

Mo Weijin looked at Uncle Zhang in confusion, and then took a sneak peek at Mo Yufeng. He didn't know what happened, he only knew that Mo Yufeng was very angry.

"Follow me!" After Mo Yufeng said this, he turned around and left with the envelope, with obvious anger in his tone.

Uncle Zhang still worriedly pulled Mo Weijin and refused to let him go. Thinking of the three glass teacups that Mo Yufeng broke just now, he was worried that Weijin would suffer in a short while.

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhang, you're fine!" Mo Weijin carefully released Uncle Zhang's hand, and then showed a comforting smile.

Knocking on the door habitually, Weijin walked into Mo Yufeng's room.

"Lock the door!" Mo Yufeng ordered.

Mo Yufeng stood up suddenly, slapped the letter on the table again, and shouted angrily: "Explain!"

Wei Jin was puzzled and didn't know how to speak.

Mo Yufeng threw the envelope directly at Weijin's face, and Weijin took it innocently and opened it.

As soon as he opened the envelope, Wei Jin knew that it was his admission notice, and he immediately knew why Mo Yufeng was so angry. He had expected this day when he changed his choice.

Wei Jin pursed her lips without changing her face, and then replied word by word: "I don't have any explanation."

"You!" Mo Yufeng was so angry that he paced back and forth, pointing at his maddened son with one hand, "You want to leave this house so much and get rid of me so much? Don't you?"

"If you think so, I have nothing to say!" Mo Weijin's attitude was very firm this time, and what he said was very justified.

"Let me tell you! I won't allow you to go to school so far away, you'll die!" Seeing Wei Jin's reluctance, Mo Yufeng had no choice but to be tough.

"Hehe—" Wei Jin sneered, "You don't need to worry about my affairs!"

Wei Jin had already decided to leave in his heart, and he was also forced to rush, so he had to bite the bullet and confront Mo Yufeng.

"Say it again?" Mo Yufeng walked around the table and walked in front of Wei Jin, staring down at Wei Jin with condescending eyes.

For the first time, Mo Weijin got rid of the fear in his heart, raised his head and bravely looked at Mo Yufeng, the eyes of the father and son were full of sparks of competition, "I said—" Mo Weijin stabilized the breath in his chest, still stubborn He continued, "I don't need you to worry about my affairs!"

"Bastard——" Mo Yufeng swung his arms uncontrollably and slapped Wei Jin across the face, which made his palms burn with pain.

Wei Jin was staggered by the sudden slap in the face, almost fell, her head was knocked to the side, there was a roar in her ears, and a fishy sweetness flowed from the corner of her mouth was cracked.

Seeing that Weijin's mouth was bleeding from the beating, his face was slightly swollen, and the slap marks were clearly visible, Mo Yufeng regretted the severe beating, but recalled his provocative eyes and words just now, so he didn't vent his anger.

"Do you still think of me as a father?" Mo Yufeng clenched his fingers tightly and asked through gritted teeth.

Hearing this sentence, Mo Weijin couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, then stood up again, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, the indifference and sarcasm in his smile chilled Mo Yufeng's heart, "I'm sorry, I don't have a father for a long time. There was no father ten years ago! Now, you should be satisfied!"

Speaking of the last sentence, Wei Jin almost yelled out, as if venting all the grievances she had suffered in the past ten years.

Tears were on the verge of bursting, Wei Jin resisted this moment, and rushed out of Mo Yufeng's room without looking back, he couldn't stay here for a moment.

Weijin's words exploded above Mo Yufeng's head like a thunderbolt. Looking at Weijin's back as he rushed out of the door, Mo Yufeng's hand that was stretched out to hold him back seemed so pale and powerless.

"Jin'er, so you've always thought this way in your heart!"

Mo Yufeng's voice was choked with sobs, and he took several steps back in a daze until he reached the corner of the table, as if he lost the whole world at once.