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Chapter 970 Since Ye Mo's Death

Xiao Feiran nodded in a slight sense of understanding, but did not know the profound meaning behind Mo Yesheng's words.

"Dad, my name comes from Mommy, right?" Xiao Feiran asked with his head raised.

"Yeah!" To be precise, he missed her and gave Xiao Feiran such a name.

Xiao Feiran got the affirmative answer and couldn't help but wonder: "Dad, why are you telling me about this now?"

His super high IQ made him smell a little different from it, and he always felt that there was something in Mo Yesheng's words.

Xiao Feiran's question made Mo Yesheng stunned. Why did he say this? But he glanced at the closed room, and the belief in his heart became more and more firm.

"Because you - Mommy!"

The five words contain too many. Xiao Feiran is only five years old and cannot fully guess it.

He scratched his head and looked at Mo Yesheng blankly, obviously not very understanding of his words.

Mo Yesheng looked at him frowning, and looked meditating, and rubbed his head helplessly: "If you can't figure it out now, don't think about it. When you grow up, you will know it naturally. Now, Dad has an order that you need to execute. I wonder if you can do it?"

When he heard that there was an order to be executed, Xiao Feiran immediately looked awe-in and nodded heavily: "Please ensure that the task is completed and request instructions from the superiors!"

After all, I am a boy, and I still have a heroic complex and like to be a soldier. At this moment, I look a bit decent.

Mo Yesheng looked at him deeply, with satisfaction in his eyes: "Mommy may live with us in the future. I hope you can take good care of your mother no matter when I am not here. Of course, there is also Xiao Bauba, she will also live with us. You are the brother and a man, so you must take good care of the two girls, do you know?"

Xiao Feiran nodded solemnly, clamped her legs and saluted: "yes, sir!"

...

After Gu Che rushed out of the apartment, he drove quickly on the street.

The strong wind poured in from the car window, blowing Gu Che's hair, his irritable and painful heart. After a while, it gradually got better.

Before he knew it, the car drove to a bar. Since Ye Mo's death, he locked himself at home and drank for three days and three nights.

But since he was with Xiaofeifei, he has never touched alcohol again.

At this moment, he actually wanted to drink especially, and wanted to relieve his worries when he was drunk, as if he could not suffer only when he was drunk.

Thinking of this, he hit the steering wheel, stopped the car on the side of the road, and entered the bar.

It's afternoon now, there are not many people in the bar, there are only two waiters.

"I will use the tarot card to calculate for you. You can do anything you want? Very accurate?" Because I was bored, one of the waiters pulled the other and said that they were going to finish the tarot card.

Another waiter was not very interested in this mysterious thing and directly refused: "I am atheist, I don't believe in fate, I don't want to play, I would rather play a king!"

"Oh, don't you feel annoyed when you play King of War every day? Let's play tarot cards, it's very fun!"

"If you don't play, you won't play!"

The two waiters were arguing, and Gu Che walked in at this time.

When they saw a guest coming, the two waiters immediately calmed down and began to take care of Gu Che.

Seeing Gu Che sitting at the bar, the waiter who wanted to play King of Kings asked, "Sir, what do you want to drink?"
Chapter completed!
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