No one had time to answer his question, because Tan Bengbeng, who had been standing beside him all the time, had red eyes, and walked towards Mo Yongheng step by step.
Ever since he heard Patriarch Mo's words just now, Tan Bengbeng has been in a daze.
His eyes widened and he opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't dare to say a word.
Like Zheng Yan, she couldn't believe that the person in front of her was the person she had been looking forward to and hoping for...
"Brother... are you a brother?"
Tan Bengbeng stopped a few steps away from Mo Yongheng. As soon as he opened his mouth, tears filled his eyes.
Anyone who knows her well knows that she never cries easily.
As a dark guard, even if she bleeds, she will not shed tears.
But now, just the word "brother" filled her eyes with tears.
Vulnerable like a child.
This scene moved everyone present.
Mo Yongheng stepped forward, stretched out his hand to pinch her face as he did when he was a child, and then hugged her into his arms.
He hugged her tightly with both arms, his eyes flushed.
"Beng Beng, it's my brother, my brother is not dead, I have always been by your side!"
A simple sentence immediately caused the tears in Tan Bengbeng's eyes to roll down violently.
"Brother, it's really you... You really didn't die..." Tan Bengbeng's emotions collapsed in an instant, and he threw himself into Mo Yongheng's arms, tightly clutching the lapel of his clothes, and crying loudly.
From the first time she saw Mo Yongheng, when she came into contact with him, he always gave her an indescribable sense of familiarity.
She once doubted whether he was her brother.
But the identities of the two are too different.
Her elder brother's surname is Tan, but Mo Yongheng is a child raised by the old head of the Mo family.
Such a gap made her dare not think too much even when she heard the old Patriarch mention the big brother next door to the Zheng family.
I'm afraid it's because I miss my brother too much, and I have the illusion that I have given myself hope, but I will face disappointment.
Until now, when Tan Bengbeng heard Mo Yongheng admit his identity, Tan Bengbeng broke down in an instant.
This is her long-awaited relative, her favorite brother.
He is not dead!
He stood in front of her alive!
She has a brother!
"elder brother."
"elder brother."
"elder brother… "
Tan Bengbeng hugged Mo Yongheng tightly, shouting over and over again, unable to make a sound from her choked throat, but she never stopped.
I was afraid that if I blinked, the happy scene in front of me would turn into nothingness.
"Silly girl, having an older brother is a good thing. Why are you crying?" Mo Yongheng patted her on the back lightly, just like how he coaxed her when she was a child and refused to study when she was emotional.
The voice is rare and gentle and loving.
With long fingers, he wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks with familiarity, and even smoothed out the broken hair scattered on her cheeks for her... It looks like a sister-in-law!
"My brother is not dead, I'm glad." Tan Bengbeng reached out to wipe his face and sucked his nose.
His eyes were fixed on Mo Yongheng.
Blinking is reluctant to blink, like a child who is wary of others coming to snatch her things.
After a while, as if remembering something, he raised his head and asked.
"Brother, you are not dead, why haven't you contacted me for so many years? Also, why did you come to be named Mo, and you became the old Patriarch's side..."
After Tan Bengbeng asked subconsciously, he seemed to understand something suddenly.
Turning to look at old Patriarch Mo.