The lost beauty

That night, Wei Jin had a persistent high fever, so Zhang Bott called Rong Wei over in a hurry.

After taking antipyretic injections, taking medicine, and hanging water, Weijin finally woke up slowly the next afternoon.

When he woke up, he looked at the people around the room, but he didn't see that person.

Thinking of what Mo Yufeng said before leaving that night, Mo Weijin felt very aggrieved and bitter.

"Master, are you feeling better? Does the wound still hurt?" Seeing that Wei Jin woke up, Aunt Zhang stepped forward and asked him anxiously.

"No...it doesn't hurt anymore!" Even so, tears still slipped down the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

"Why are you crying? Is there still pain somewhere?" Aunt Zhang saw Weijin crying, thinking that he was in severe pain, and she was very worried beside her.

"It really doesn't hurt anymore..." Wei Jin wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hand. It's not that her body hurts, but her heart feels uncomfortable.

When Aunt Zhang came in again, Wei Jin was staring at the ceiling in a daze, half of the quilt slipped and fell on the floor without realizing it.

Go over and cover him up, and don't forget to put your hand on his forehead to try to burn it. "Fortunately, there is no fever, come and drink the medicine!" Aunt Zhang handed over the medicine.

"Is he at home?" Wei Jin didn't reach out to pick it up, but asked cautiously.

"You mean sir?" Aunt Zhang understands the two temperaments of father and son. The son is not called father, and the father is not called son. It is an awkward pair of father and son. "Mr. has been very busy recently, and told you to take care of your wounds!"

busy?Is it really that busy?Too busy to take a look at him?

Wei Jin took the medicine mechanically, drank it in one gulp, and stuffed herself into the quilt to pretend to be an ostrich.

Before, when Wei Jin was in a coma, Uncle Zhang gave him medicine, but when Wei Jin woke up, he refused to take the medicine.

In the next few days, Weijin’s food didn’t taste good, and she didn’t give her any medicine. Sometimes she just locked the door behind her back. Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang were so anxious that they didn’t know what to do. In the end, Uncle Zhang called Mo Yu rich.

Mo Yufeng just explained a few words, then hung up the phone in a hurry, making Uncle Zhang even more confused.

Until the evening, Weijin still locked herself in the room. Aunt Zhang was quite impatient, and she couldn't bear Mo Yufeng's attitude. Now that Weijin made such a fuss, she pointed all the blame at Mo Yufeng.

"Do you think the young master is the husband's own? If there is such a biological son, it's fine to ignore it after beating him. Now the young master is in this situation, he is still as if nothing has happened. He is really hard-hearted!"

"My wife, don't talk about it, Mr. Zhang also has his own difficulties!" Uncle Zhang comforted him from the side.

"What are your difficulties? What difficulties are more important than your son? Don't you look at how thin the young master has become in the past few days..."

"Click——" the sound of the key opening the door, Mo Yufeng twisted the luggage bag in his hand, and the servants rushed back from the outside.

Mo Yufeng stood outside the door for two or three minutes just now, and the conversation between the old Zhang and his wife could be heard clearly.

Aunt Zhang was stuck in the middle of her words, and when she saw Mo Yufeng came back, she also didn't give a good face, "Sir, you can be counted back, if you don't come back, the young master may go directly to Chenghai with injuries!"

I can hear the accusation from Aunt Zhang, "The company is too busy these days, which makes you tired! I'll go and see Weijin!"

Mo Yufeng put down his luggage and went upstairs. Uncle Zhang stabbed Aunt Zhang downstairs.

"What are you doing? I'm telling the truth, the young master will start school in a few days!" Aunt Zhang refused to let go.

"Sir, it's not feeling well either, so you can just say a few words!" Zhang Bo sighed, and then took Mo Yufeng's luggage to put it away.

When he came to Weijin's room, it turned out that the child had locked the door. Mo Yufeng was a little annoyed that he didn't take his body seriously.

"Bang bang bang—" Mo Yufeng knocked on the door vigorously, as if he wanted to vent his anger on the door.

Weijin was still dizzy, but was suddenly awakened by the menacing knock on the door, "Mo Weijin, I will count to three and open the door! Otherwise, I will tear down the door. Who is used to your habit of locking the door?" ?”

When Wei Jin heard that it was Mo Yufeng's voice, and he was still choking on fire, he was a little surprised and a little scared.

"one!"

"Two!" Mo Yufeng's voice became elongated.

"Three!" "Hula——"

Almost at the same time, the moment Mo Yufeng counted to three, Weijin opened the door and looked at each other. When the eyes collided, Mo Yufeng's pupils softened a lot. On the contrary, Weijin's eyes shrank For a moment, then dodged.

"You're back!" Wei Jin moved her steps carefully, her whole body was still in severe pain, especially her buttocks, which always felt swollen and didn't go away.

"Just stand here for me and think carefully about what good things you have done these past few days!" Mo Yufeng walked in and sat down on the sofa.

Wei Jin couldn't stand still, it took a lot of effort to get up and open the door, and now she had to hold on to the door frame so as not to fall down.

Seeing that Weijin was biting her lip, her body was still swaying, as if she was about to fall in the next second, Mo Yufeng was very angry.

In about 3 minutes, Wei Jin was already profusely sweating, struggling very hard.

"Go back to bed, give me another toss, and I'll give you another meal!"

Only then did Wei Jin support her waist, move step by step back to the bed and lie down, and turned her head to the bed, leaving Mo Yufeng with a hairy back of the head.

Seeing his series of actions, Mo Yufeng also laughed angrily. This kid definitely did it on purpose!

"Turn your head around!" Mo Yufeng sat by the bed.

"..." Wei Jin ignored him.

"What? What I said doesn't work anymore, does it?" Mo Yufeng threatened.

"You said you don't care about me, and I don't need you to care about me in the future!" Wei Jin spoke softly, without any strength.

Hearing what he said, Mo Yufeng realized that this kid took his angry words that day seriously.

"Stinky boy! Do you still hold grudges?" Mo Yufeng reached out to rub his hair, Wei Jin nailed it all of a sudden, and softened like a hedgehog with fried hair all of a sudden, motionless.

"Stinky boy! Do you still hold grudges?" Mo Yufeng reached out to rub his hair, Wei Jin nailed it all of a sudden, and softened like a hedgehog with fried hair all of a sudden, motionless.

"I didn't! Go get busy! I don't care about you!" Wei Jin choked up, moving her body to avoid Mo Yufeng's touch.

"Okay! Don't make trouble anymore. I specially flew back from Italy on the earliest plane, and you just talk to me like this?" Mo Yufeng was obviously impatient.

It turned out that Mo Yufeng was on a business trip abroad, and Wei Jin thought that he really planned to leave her alone.Ever since she knew that Mo Yufeng cared about him, Wei Jin couldn't let go of this attachment and family relationship anymore.

Only then did Wei Jin turn her head slowly, glanced at Mo Yufeng secretly, and then turned her gaze elsewhere.

Mo Yufeng saw all this in his eyes, he squeezed Weijin's chin, and forced his son to look at him, "Why didn't you take the medicine, why didn't you eat well? Why did you lock the door?"

This series of reasons made Weijin at a loss, looking at Mo Yufeng's eyes that were getting deeper and deeper, Weijin just said reluctantly: "I'm sorry!"

"Hey!" Mo Yufeng let go of Weijin, and then went to get the ointment on the bedside table, "The bigger it is, the more troublesome it is!"

Mo Yufeng carefully took off Weijin's trousers, Weijin couldn't help hissing, her buttocks were swollen badly, they were all bulging blood purlins, they hadn't clotted yet, some of the torn places were even bleeding yellow up.

"Look at you! What if the wound is inflamed!" Mo Yufeng was angry and distressed, but he didn't know what to do with him?

Mo Yufeng applied the medicine to Weijin very carefully, and when he encountered a lump, he rubbed it away vigorously. Weijin bit the quilt in pain, so she didn't cry out.

After taking the medicine, both father and son were sweating profusely. Mo Yufeng sat aside, and then took a handkerchief to wipe Wei Jin's sweat.

"Thank you!" Weijin replied nonchalantly, but she was very satisfied in her heart.

Seeing that Weijin's face turned pale from the pain, Mo Yufeng was filled with regret, "Now you know the pain? It's okay to fight until you reach the police station, isn't it? You don't make a sound when you're beaten to death, and you're used to it!"

Speaking of this, Mo Yufeng became angry. If he wanted to know why Weijin fought, there were many channels, but Weijin was stubborn with him, and his distrustful attitude made Mo Yufeng determined to teach him a lesson.

Then, Mo Yufeng thought of another thing, "I forgot to tell you, the kid who followed you that day was quite interesting!"

Wei Jinyang didn't understand, so he raised his head to listen to Mo Yufeng's detailed talk.

That night, when Mo Yufeng came out of the police station, it was already very late, the autumn night was very cold, and there were no people on the street.

Just when Mo Yufeng was about to drive away, a child suddenly appeared in front of the car window, which startled him.

It turned out that Li Muhao hadn't left, but stood in front of Mo Yufeng's car and waited for him to come out.

Mo Yufeng rolled down the glass window, and then glanced at the thinly dressed, shivering child, "Why don't you go back?"

"Uncle, I'm here to thank you!" Li Muhao hesitated after finishing speaking, "Also, the fight this time has nothing to do with big brother, he fought with those people to help me, can you not blame him when you go back ?”

"I have a plan for this matter! You go home quickly, do you want me to see you off?" Mo Yufeng seemed to gradually lose his initial rejection in the face of this thin child.

"No need! Then I'll go back first!" Li Muhao smiled politely at Mo Yufeng, then crossed the road, and then the small figure disappeared at the intersection.

Recalling that child's smile, Mo Yufeng was filled with emotion, "If Xiaofei is here, he should be as old as him!"

Hearing this, Wei Jin paused in his heart, this was the first time Mo Yufeng mentioned Xiao Fei to him in so many years.

"Actually, over the years, I have always wanted to apologize to you."

"What do you want to say?" Mo Yufeng felt that it was time to open up with his son.

"I'm sorry about Xiao Fei getting lost. If I could, I'd rather be the one who got lost!"

Hearing what Wei Jin said, Mo Yufeng felt very uncomfortable, and he pondered for a while before opening his mouth.

"What nonsense! You are also my son, you will be sad, sad, and blame yourself if you lose me..." Mo Yufeng looked at him, with a pair of black and white eyes staring at this son who was also let down by him, "I've been sorry for you and Xiaofei all these years. It's my responsibility for Xiaofei to be lost. I have never been able to repair the harm I have done to you. We have been in the same city for so many years, but our hearts are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles. Eight thousand miles... I know, I did all of this, God is punishing me...Jin'er, can you forgive me?'" Mo Yufeng's eyes wet unconsciously as he spoke.

Mo Weijin couldn't restrain her bitterness in her heart, and her tears came like a wave. Weijin tried her best to hold back her words, and said with sobs, "You...why? Why are you telling me this now? I thought you hated me , resent me...you are so cruel to me, so indifferent, I have been living in self-blame and guilt, I tried to redeem and save..."

"Jin'er, stop talking, stop talking, okay? It's all dad's fault, it's dad who's sorry for you!" Mo Yufeng hugged his out-of-control son guiltily. He owed Wei Jin too much, so much that he didn't know How to make up for it.

Weijin cried bitterly in his arms, as if wanting to vent out all the grievances of the past ten years. Mo Yufeng hugged Weijin like this, and when he heard his son's crying, his heart felt as uncomfortable as being gouged out by a knife.

In this way, Mo Yufeng didn't let go of his stiff arms until Weijin was tired from crying and fell asleep.

When Mo Yufeng put him on the bed, Weijin called "Dad" inarticulately in his sleep.

At that moment, Mo Yufeng felt that the whole world was colorful, and his heart was as sweet as melted sugar, "Silly son!" He patted Weijin's head and smiled.