Su Ping was completely stunned on the spot, the three souls lost their seven souls, and Mo Xiangyang glared at him, and she walked out of the room with interest.
When the door was closed, Su Ping's face showed a cold look, which made people horrified.
…
Only Mo Xiangyang and Mo Fei remained in the study, which was not too big or too small. The study was so quiet that only the sound of the clock swinging could be heard, which seemed extremely harsh in the quiet space.
Morphy stood still, not daring to look up at Mo Xiangyang's eyes. But she knew that Dad must have been staring at herself.
After a while, Mo Xiangyang suddenly said, "Come to Dad."
Morphy raised his head, and Mo Xiangyang's old face slammed into Morphy's sight. The crystal teardrops fell uncontrollably, like a broken string, which could not be stopped.
"Dad, I'm sorry." Murphy walked to Mo Xiangyang, hugged Mo Xiangyang, and started sobbing.
She disappointed her father.
Mo Xiangyang sighed, patted Murphy's back lightly, and whispered: "Silly girl, what are you sorry for Dad? After all, it's Dad who is sorry for you."
It's not that he married Su Ping, Mo Fei and Nan Fengxiao would not know each other. Su Ping will not deliberately frame Mo Fei for the benefit of Nan Fengxiao and ask him to drive his own flesh and blood out of the house.
It's all his father's fault!
Murphy shook his head silently, tears falling more fiercely, wet Mo Xiangyang's clothes.
"Mayfair, is it really necessary for the south wind to whistle? There are so many men in the world, why do you just fancy him."
Mo Xiangyang said earnestly, he knew a lot about Nan Feng Xiao. But Murphy didn't know, he really didn't worry about handing Murphy over to Nan Fengxiao.
Nan Fengxiao wanted revenge. He had been in the underworld for more than ten years, turning his hands into the clouds and covering his hands into the rain, which was not something that Morphy could see through.
No one can guarantee the safety of Nan Fengxiao for Tang Sect's revenge. If... Nan Feng Xiao can give up his revenge, it may not be a good way.
But these things, but he couldn't say it straight, because he was afraid that Morphy would not accept it all at once.
"Dad, no matter how many times you ask me, I still love Nanfengxiao." Murphy raised the face of crying pear and rain, looked at Mo Xiangyang with a twitch, and said very firmly.
Mo Xiangyang didn't speak for a long time, and finally shook his head helplessly.
"Okay, this is the path you chose. Dad wishes you all."
Murphy didn't seem to hear clearly, tears hung on her long eyelashes, a pair of apricot eyes glowing red.
"Bless us? Dad, what do you mean... agree that I and Nan Fengxiao are together?" Murphy asked cautiously, unable to believe it.
"I'm a grandfather now, is it useful to disagree?" Mo Xiangyang deliberately glared at Morphy, but his big hand gently wiped away tears for Morphy.
The more I wiped it, the more tears Murphy shed.
"Dad." Murphy rushed to Mo Xiangyang, crying, unable to speak.
Dad finally agreed that she was with Nan Fengxiao.
Mo Xiangyang's vicissitudes of life also had tears in his eyes, touching his daughter's hair, Mo Xiangyang felt much better.
In this way, it can be regarded as some compensation for three years ago.
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When Mo Fei left Mo Xiangyang's room, she saw Nan Fengxiao standing on the balcony not far away with her back facing her. He was wearing a thin shirt, his hair was messy, and a strong smell of smoke filled the corridor.
Looking down, the ground is full of cigarette butts.
She only talked to her father for a long time before he smoked so much.
Every time Nan Fengxiao smokes, his heart is upset, and he will always hide bad things in his heart.
Such a howling of the south wind made her feel distressed.