The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

What situation, what revenge?

Fan Prison, who was standing aside and listening, was so confused that he couldn't understand what Uncle Da was saying.

He looked up at He Zheng, but He Zheng didn't explain, but said to Uncle Da, "You are a smart man, no one can protect Han Mo except Ji Cheng."

"But if you insist on separating them, if the royal family realizes that Han Mo is the person they are looking for, then don't think that Ji Cheng can still protect Han Mo."

He Zheng said this on purpose to put pressure on Uncle Da. He knew very well in his heart that even if Han Mo didn't stay with Ji Cheng in the future, Ji Cheng would still protect Han Mo with all his might. He just didn't want Ji Cheng's efforts to be unrewarded. .

11 years is really too long, and there can be several 11 years in a person's life.

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

Uncle Da hurriedly wiped away his tears and bowed his head to He Zheng, and walked into the room quickly.

Seeing Han Mo crying, he was extremely uncomfortable.

"Master."

Uncle Da called out to Han Mo with a trembling voice.

Han Mo, who was leaning on the bed, raised his tear-filled eyes, cried and looked at Uncle Da, his voice choked up, "Parents, they...they're not here anymore."

Uncle Da burst into tears when he heard this, hugged Han Mo into his arms, and tried his best to restrain his sobs and told Han Mo, "You still have me, and you still have me."

Han Mo burst into tears again, and leaned into Uncle Da's arms for comfort like when he was a child.

Uncle Da accompanied Han Mo snifflingly, patting Han Mo's back to comfort him.

Han Mo cried for a long time before he calmed down. Coming out of Uncle Da's arms, he lowered his head and wiped his tears quietly.

Uncle Da looked at Han Mo quietly, thinking what He Zheng said just now seemed like he had made up his mind.

He asked Han Mo, "Do you still like Ji Cheng?"

Han Mo's hand that wiped his tears stopped, and he nodded after a while.

Uncle Da showed a gratified face, touched Han Mo's head and said softly, "If you like him, then continue to like him. No matter what choice you make in the future, I will not interfere again."

Han Mo, with red eyes, looked up at Uncle Da in a daze, as if he was afraid that he had heard wrong.

"In the past, I misunderstood that Ji Cheng had cheated your feelings, so I didn't like Ji Cheng, but he not only avenged the master and his wife, but he also sought you for 11 years. This kind of love is priceless, how can I stop you from being together. "

Uncle Da smiled and patted Han Mo's head again. The majestic old man no longer existed, only kindness remained.

Han Mo understood that Uncle Da didn't deliberately treat him indifferently in the past 11 years, but taught him severely because he was afraid of his weakness.

"I learned that you had a relationship with Ji Cheng without recovering your memory, and you were sent home by Ji Cheng, and you ran away with Ji Cheng. I was in a very complicated mood at the time, and I was afraid that you would be hurt again."

"But all of this is because I misunderstood Ji Cheng. I shouldn't have taken you away, let alone erased the memory of Ji Cheng. It's my fault."

Uncle Da bowed heavily to apologize to Han Mo after he finished speaking, his hands on his legs trembled slightly, probably because he was afraid that Han Mo would blame him, or even hate him.

Han Mo understood Uncle Da, whatever Uncle Da did was for his own good, he didn't blame Uncle Da, if it wasn't for Uncle Da, he would have died long ago, so why would he hate Uncle Da because of this.

"Blame me, if it wasn't for me, you and Ji Cheng wouldn't have been separated for 11 years."

Uncle Da, who bowed his head and apologized, had a sore nose, thinking about it made him feel uncomfortable.

Han Mo also followed with tears in his eyes. He didn't know if Ji Cheng was angry now, and whether he could reconcile with Ji Cheng as before, but he still comforted Uncle Da with a forced smile, "Don't look at his indifference, in fact Very soft, as long as I apologize he will forgive me."

"No, you are right. I will kneel down and apologize to him until he forgives me."

Han Mo shook his head, Uncle Da was an elder, he didn't want to see Uncle Da kneel down with others for him.

"Go and call him for me."

Han Mo quickly cleared up his mood and took a deep breath.

Uncle Da hurriedly wiped away his tears and walked towards the door of the room, but before he went out, he saw Ji Cheng standing outside, it should be He Zheng who called him over.

Seeing Ji Cheng, Uncle Da's mouth was hesitant to speak, he didn't know what to say, and how to apologize to Ji Cheng to forgive him.

Ji Cheng was not angry, and nodded politely to Uncle Da, walked from Uncle Da to the big bed, picked up the infusion pole hanging on the side, picked up Han Mo easily with one hand, and walked towards the door.

"I'm giving you trouble."

He hugged Han Mo and stopped to talk to He Zheng.

He Zheng pointed his chin to the upper room, asking Ji Cheng to take Han Mo back to the room to rest, there is no need to thank him for such a trivial matter.

Ji Cheng nodded, and then carried Han Mo to their room.

Han Mo hugged Ji Cheng's neck and did not speak, keeping his head down, not knowing how to get along with Ji Cheng at this time.

Uncle Da gave He Zhengfan a quick nod and immediately followed Ji Cheng Han Mo without wasting a second.

"Are they reconciled?"

Fan Prison asked He Zheng blankly, pointing at Ji Cheng's back, feeling that the melon was eaten in a fog.

"We'll see how they get along tomorrow."

After He Zheng finished speaking, he picked up the Vatican Prison and entered the room, closing the door.

Ji Cheng, who brought Han Mo back to the room, carefully put Han Mo on the bed, and put the infusion pole in place with his light hands.

Han Mo, who was leaning on the head of the bed, quietly looked up at Ji Cheng, wanting to ask if Ji Cheng was angry but dared not speak.

Ji Cheng sat down beside the bed, and put his big hand on Han Mo's forehead to see if his fever had subsided.

Han Mo still looked at Ji Cheng, and soon there were tears in his eyes.

Knowing that Ji Cheng's arm was lost to avenge his parents, he wanted to cry.

He didn't know anything and blamed Ji Cheng for not wanting him, scolding him for breaking his promise.

"Don't cry."

Ji Cheng raised his hand to wipe away the tears from Han Mo's face, and his eyes turned red.

Han Mo didn't speak, he threw himself into Ji Cheng's arms and hugged him tightly, tears kept falling.