Mo Fan never imagined that the one who hurt Mo Wei was himself.
At night, when Mo Wei came back, the room was empty, and his bright eyes dimmed. At this moment, a man came out from the kitchen and said to him, "Why are you still standing? Why don't you put down your things and get ready for dinner."
Mo Wei's eyes lit up again immediately, he called "Uncle", put down his things and went straight into the kitchen.
"What are you doing here, there is a lot of oily smoke."
"I'll help uncle."
After the meal, Mo Fan took the child into the room and took out a medicine box, "Let me see if I take off my clothes."
Mo Wei couldn't take it off.
Mo Fan sighed, "Uncle already knew, sorry."
Mo Wei shook his head, "Uncle, you are just drunk."
He didn't mention a word that he regarded himself as that woman.
Mo Fan rubbed the child's head silently, and unbuttoned the child's body one by one, revealing his bruised and purple chest. The most serious thing is the back, which has already turned black.
Mo Fan made the child lie on the bed, and rubbed the child's blood with medicinal wine. The child gritted his teeth and did not cry out in pain, but the faint murmur was even more painful.
"Uncle did something wrong, how will Weiwei punish uncle?"
Mo Fan said while rubbing.
"No, don't blame uncle."
"In the future, if my uncle does something wrong, Wei Wei must tell my uncle, don't hold back."
"Um."
The child was injured, Mo Fan drove the child to bed early, held the child and had a conversation, and fell asleep hugging each other.
If there is one, there will be two, but the matter is far from over. As long as Mo Fan was drunk, he would beat and scold the child when he returned home. In severe cases, he could even see scabbed wounds on the child.
Therefore, Mo Fan proposed to sleep separately from the child, and forbade the child to stay with him when he was drunk. However, every time the child refused to listen to the persuasion, Mo Fan could always see the scarred body in his arms when he woke up the next day. Child.
The system said, "It's so cruel, Fanfan."
Mo Fan: ...
The system whimpered.
The child is growing up, and in just four years, he has grown to 1.7 meters tall, and he is already a teenager. However, even with the ability to resist, when Mo Fan vented his anger, the boy never fought back.
And as long as the boy has a scar, Mo Fan will make up for the boy with guilt, sometimes it is a meal, sometimes it is a gift brought back. In short, Mo Fan's time with the boy will be greatly extended.
In a blink of an eye, the boy graduated from elementary school and was promoted to junior high school. The boy's appearance is getting better and better. It is the age when the love affair begins. The girl who has entered the puberty will already blushing secretly look at the boy, but the boy does not squint and only concentrates on doing his own thing.
However, because of this, the boy is even more eye-catching. Girls in Huaichun prefer cold and handsome boys the most.
"Mo Wei, what happened to your face?"
There was a bruise on the corner of the cold-faced boy's mouth, which was still obvious even after covering it up. The girl seated next to him braved the boy's air-conditioning and asked a question.
The girl grows very cute, and her delicate facial features are enough to give a glimpse of her future beauty. Mo Wei faced the jealous gazes of all the boys in the class, but remained unmoved.
"fine."
Mo Wei stared at the book without moving a bit. The girl felt lost in her heart, and if she wanted to say anything else, she stopped her mouth under the aura of the other party not to disturb strangers.
Many boys in the class who admired girls showed resentment in their eyes, but they didn't do anything rashly. The boys the goddess likes don't like her. On the one hand, they are not worth the goddess's liking. On the other hand, they are secretly happy that they have a better chance.
The injury on Mo Wei's face was caused by Mo Fan's drunkenness last night. Although the physical injury became more and more visible, Mo Wei didn't complain at all. Mo Fan's time at home became shorter and shorter, and sometimes he didn't go home for several days. He hadn't seen Mo Fan for a long time.
Every time Mo Fan finds out that he has done something, he will make up for it and spend more time with him. Mo Wei is actually looking forward to the other party's drunkenness. Sometimes, Mo Wei herself wondered if there was something wrong with her psychology. However, after looking up related books, he didn't really shake M, but just wanted that person's company too much.
He seemed to be concentrating on reading, but his thoughts had already drifted to another person.
Mo Wei has done many things, good and bad, but Mo Fan didn't pay much attention to his changes. Once he didn't leave during a school fight, and the school went straight to the parents, but Mo Fan still didn't say anything, and only told himself not to get hurt. Mo Wei couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.
From childhood to adulthood, awards, large and small, and trophies won in competitions failed to keep Mo Fan's eyes on him for a moment.
Since going to school, uncle is always very busy, Mo Wei thought more than once, if time can stay forever as a child, it would be great. Mo Wei didn't know what Mo Fan's job was, but he secretly had an idea in his heart. From now on, I want my uncle to stop running around for a living, as long as he is the only one in my eyes.
Time flies, and it is another year in a blink of an eye.
[Hey, work is really not an easy task.]
It wasn't that Xu Yi treated him badly, on the contrary, as the boss, Xu Yi never seemed to be harsh on him. It's just that Mo Fan doesn't like the feeling of being inferior to others.
Xu Yi treated him with special attention, which made Mo Fan suffer from a lot of blue eyes over the years. How could a young janitor who became a monk become the boss of those who had been with Xu Yi since he was a child, how could he feel better
"Uncle, this is the medical report, the teacher asked for a signature."
This is Mo Wei's happiest moment. The assignments that require parents' signature are all excuses for Mo Wei to meet Mo Fan - Mo Fan will always rush back to sign for him.
There was a familiar smile on Mo Fan's face, but the moment he got the list, his expression immediately turned cold.
An ominous premonition rose in Mo Wei's heart, "Uncle, what's wrong?"
His medical report is healthy and will not be of concern.
Mo Fan's hands trembled slightly, and Mo Wei's soft eyes were full of tension, staring at the thin plain paper in Mo Fan's hand.
His lips trembled a few times, Mo Fan couldn't believe this fact. The child I raised for more than ten years was not born to my best friend. He also hoped to make a mistake, but the medical examination form clearly stated that Mo Wei's blood type was type B.
A father with type A blood and a mother with type O blood, even if Mo Fan had no common sense, he knew that he would not be able to give birth to a son with type B blood.
"Haha, it's funny, it's so funny..." Mo Fan suddenly laughed, looking down at Mo Wei's worried eyes, the absurdity in his heart expanded little by little.
I can't complain that this son doesn't look like me at all, everything has an explanation.
"uncle… "
"Don't call me uncle!" Mo Fan shouted angrily, "I'm not your uncle!"
"Uncle, what's the matter with you?"
"Don't call me uncle, do you understand?" Mo Fan grabbed the boy's neckline with a grim expression on his face.
Worry, doubt flashed in Mo Wei's eyes... All kinds of emotions, except for fear. She moved her lips and swallowed the phrase "father".
The face in front of him that didn't even have a trace of resemblance to himself was really annoying. Mo Fan threw the person away, muttering "There is actually a child with type B blood", and strode out.
Mo Wei grasped the keyword "B blood type", and an unbelievable guess floated in his mind.
Impossible, how is it possible
Regardless of the embarrassment on his body, Mo Wei rushed into the bedroom of the two and found out Mo Fan's health certificate and the things left by the woman.
The ground was in a mess, Mo Wei sat on the floor with her head down, with a hint of despair. Two thin sheets of paper were spread out in front of Mo Wei: father, type A blood, mother, type O blood. And I happen to have type B blood.
When that woman left, Mo Wei didn't hate him, and when Mo Fan thought about that woman and angered him, Mo Wei didn't hate him either, but at this moment, Mo Wei clearly felt his own hatred.
Why? Why do you have to do something to be sorry for your father? Why didn't he take him away even though he was clearly not his father's son
No, it's not my father anymore...
The scenes of getting along were shown in his mind like a movie, Mo Wei felt helpless for the first time.
Uncle is Dad's good friend, will uncle not want him... No, he doesn't want to leave uncle.
…
In the bar, rhythmic music filled this dim space, and the gorgeous lights hit the crowd shaking their heads on the dance floor, flickering on and off, a bit dazzling. Several empty wine bottles were already placed in front of Mo Fan's table, just like a drunken alcoholic often seen in bars, mechanically repeating the action of pouring and drinking.
Xu Yi, who got the news, sat next to the young man, listening to the young man's upside-down words, and already understood the whole story.
Xu Yi knew the details of everyone under his command. He naturally knew that Mo Fan would beat Mo Wei every time he came home drunk. Even, the increase in the number of times Mo Fan got drunk has his share of the credit.
The first time he saw that child, Xu Yi had a premonition that this child would be a problem. Xu Yi likes Mo Fan, but he is not the kind of person who loves everything. Mo Wei's existence seems to be a diabolism that will explode at a certain moment in the future.
Xu Yi didn't know where his feeling came from, but he was sure that it must have something to do with Mo Fan. An ordinary child, he can make the other party disappear from his eyes forever with one hand, what makes him occupy more than the enemy in business
Xu Yi is used to getting rid of threatening things before they erupt. It's just that the identity of the other party made him have scruples, so he used all kinds of reasons to delay Mo Fan's time to go home, assign complicated tasks to the other party, and even when he learned of Mo Fan's drunken behavior, he single-handedly facilitated Mo Fan's death. The current situation.
If the relationship between the two is no longer close...