Queen Revenge

I looked at the man on the TV, for some reason, my heart is sour, astringent, there is an urge to shed tears.

I couldn’t help but move closer towards the TV, on the TV, the man turned sideways, facing the camera, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, those eyes gave me a sense of familiarity, across the screen, it makes people shiver.

The man’s thin lips lightly opened, the cold voice is particularly good: “I am with Miss Su …”

I was still waiting for the latter words, the TV was suddenly turned off.

I turned around and looked at Martin Mo in disbelief, “What did you turn it off for.”

“Just a boring interview, nothing to watch.” Martin Mo put down the remote control, his tone suddenly a little cold.

“Martin Mo, who was that man on the TV just now? Hatred with you, what’s with the smelly face.” I said, “By the way, do I know him, why do I feel a little familiar.”

“There aren’t many people in the entire North City who aren’t familiar with him.” Martin Mo said in a bad mood, “He is a business celebrity, often on TV, changing women like changing clothes, philandering very much, a few months ago I heard that there is a woman for him to commit suicide, you were still scolding him scum forget?”

“I see, he looks so handsome, upwardly affixed to the woman must be quite a lot, just now the host asked him about the wedding date, he and who is going to get married?” I asked, “So is he rich or are you rich?”

Martin Mo snorted coldly: “What, you want to abandon your husband.”

I gave him a blank look, “What nonsense, you are not my husband.”

Where did the husband abandonment come from.

“Soon it will be.” Martin Mo took me by the shoulders, “The old man is waiting upstairs, the first impression is important, you can’t drop the ball.”

“Martin Mo, is your father fierce? It’s said that the gentry focuses on the right family, I’m penniless, will I be disliked.” I was very apprehensive.

Martin Mo smiled, “My dad is very nice, you’ll know when you meet him, he’s 100% satisfied with you.”

I didn’t believe Martin Mo, and with a skeptical attitude, I followed him up the stairs and arrived at the door of the study.

Martin Mo knocked on the door, there is no movement inside half a day, Martin Mo directly screwed the door into the large study quietly, Martin Mo shouted: “Dad?”

No movement, no response.

I whispered: “Is not not in ah.”

“I’m here.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, a voice emerged from behind me, and I jumped in fear, nearly losing my soul.

I patted my frightened heart and looked at the white-haired, slightly comical-looking old man in front of me, holding a brush in his hand, skeptical, how do I look at him and Martin Mo do not look like father and son ah.

“This is your dad?” I asked uncertainly.

Martin Mo nodded and introduced, “Dad, this is Alva, Alva, this is my dad, bad old man one, you can also call him Old Man Mo.”

“No big no small.” Old man Mo slapped Martin Mo on the back of his head, blowing his beard and eyes, when he looked at me, he was kind and friendly again, “Looks really watery, matches with my brat, have you eaten yet, I’ll ask the kitchen to do it right away.”

“Ate.” I gave a dry laugh.

“Don’t be nervous, just take this as your own home, be casual.”

Old man Mo looks like he’s sixty years old, almost the age to be a grandfather, but he’s as fun as an old codger, not a bit of a frame, very easy-going.

After meeting me, Martin Mo took me out of the study, not disturbing the old man practicing his brushwork.

After leaving the study, I dared to ask, “Martin Mo, was that really your father?”

Martin Mo understood what I meant and explained, “The old man has a son in his old age, and I am the only one.”

The Mo family has a depleted population, with only Master Mo and Martin Mo, and Martin Mo’s mother died a long time ago.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

In the early years, Master Mo also had many women around him, but none of them gave birth to a child, and now he is old, so he brought Martin Mo back to inherit the family business.

Now the old man Mo fell in love with painting and calligraphy, cultivating his body and mind, in addition to a small girlfriend, the other women are scattered.

When it comes to this little girlfriend, I am a bit stupefied.

Mr. Mo is almost 60 years old, but his girlfriend is only in her twenties, even younger than Martin Mo.

As we were chatting, the young girlfriend, Lisa Summer, came back from shopping.

“Tired me out, butler Wang, is the old master in the study?”

“Yes.” Butler Wang said, “Young Master came back just now.”

Lisa Summer answered, indicating that she knew, and carried her limited edition bag up the stairs, just in time to collide with Martin Mo and me.

Lisa Summer has a net face, white skin, long legs, and especially large breasts.

I was thinking, can Mr. Mo still be hard in front of his pretty little girlfriend?

Lisa Summer greeted us with a smile, “Martin, this is your girlfriend, she’s so pretty, stay at home tonight, I’ll ask the nanny to clean up the room.”

Lisa Summer had a posture of a hostess, in this house, she could indeed be considered half a hostess.

It was just that hearing someone who was clearly younger than Martin Mo call him Martin was always a bit of a violation.

Martin Mo hooked his lips and smiled, “No need, I’ll make my own arrangements, STEPMOTHER or go to my dad.”

This stepmother called me goosebumps.

Lisa Summer was used to it, smiled and went upstairs, going to find Master Mo.

Having money, it’s true that women of any age will follow.

It’s difficult for me to believe that Lisa Summer and Old Man Mo are in true love.

I teased Martin Mo: “Aren’t you worried that this STEPMOTHER of yours will give you a younger sibling someday?”

“I don’t have a problem if the old man can do it.” Martin Mo had a disinterested expression, “I’ve prepared the room for you, you’re tired today, go rest early and I’ll take you out to play tomorrow.”

He had a tone of coaxing a little girl.

“Okay, then I’ll go to sleep.” I yawned, indeed a little sleepy.

In a completely unfamiliar environment, even though I was sleepy, how could I not sleep, tossing and turning on the bed, so I picked up my cell phone and sent a message to Fiona Croix, “Did you sleep?”

Fiona Croix quickly replied, “No, what’s wrong? Can’t sleep?”

She was a real worm in my stomach.

I sat up and typed, “Am I really Martin Mo’s girlfriend? Why don’t I have any feelings at all? Fiona, don’t lie to me.”

I only have a brotherly relationship with Martin Mo, but I don’t think I’m in love with him.

And I think Martin Mo’s words are contradictory.

He said I’d promised him I’d be with him, he’d been chasing me for ten years, so how could I have come to the Mo family for the first time?

It took Fiona Croix a long time after the message was sent to get back to me, “Uh-huh.”

She only sent one word.

After a while, another one was sent, “Take your time, you lost your memory, it’s normal, Martin Mo he really loves you, forget the past, you can start again from the beginning.”

I stared at the message, but I didn’t know how to reply.

I touched my heart, I always felt empty, as if a piece was missing.

The next day.

I took advantage of the fact that Martin Mo hadn’t gotten up yet, and at the slightest hint of dawn, I got up and went out.

Ten years is enough time to turn a city upside down, I couldn’t find my way to the orphanage, so I could only take a taxi and tell the driver to go to Angel Orphanage.

Luckily, the orphanage hadn’t moved.

I stood in front of the orphanage and hesitated for a while before entering.

Inside, the interior has changed a lot, a lot of new equipment has been added, the playground has been expanded, the children are happily playing, the sound of children’s laughter is everywhere, making me think of the past.

It made me think of the days when I was at the orphanage with Ulysses Will and Martin Mo.

Time had passed so quickly, it was like a lifetime ago.

“Alva?”

A surprised voice sounded behind me.

I turned around and saw that Dean Cheng was also much older and very different from what I remembered, “Dean.”

“You haven’t been here for a long time, come inside and sit down.”

“Dean, I want to look around.” I tried to look for previous memories.

“That’s fine, feel free to look around yourself, you’re familiar with this place anyway.” Dean Jung is busy, several parents have come in today to adopt a child and go through the adoption process.

I sat on the swing, gently swaying, I sat from morning to noon, the children were tired of playing and went back to their rooms to rest, the courtyard became cold all of a sudden, a cool breeze came, I took a deep breath, I felt that everything was strange and familiar, it was as if I existed in this world, yet I was far away from this world.

The swing swayed with a tap of my toes.

I got up and only the swaying swing was left.

I didn’t greet Dean Zheng and quietly left.

Once out of the orphanage, I didn’t know where I was going, and took a random bus, picking a random stop to get off.

I was hungry and went into a cassoulet store and ordered a lo mein.

Eating and drinking, I continue to wander in this kind of city that is strange to me.

Passing by a famous store, through the window glass, my eyes were attracted by the black evening dress on the model.

I couldn’t help but exclaim, “It’s so beautiful.”

I stopped for a minute, admired it enough, turned around and was about to move on, when a beautiful woman with a panicked face ran out of the boutique and dragged me by the hand with a very strange look, “Alva Hill.”

I looked blankly at the woman in front of me, “Who are you?”