Graun picked up the kettle and poured two cups of tea. He placed one in front of Jiang Mohan and took a sip. Putting down the cup, he opened his mouth and said, "When I was eight years old, my grandfather gave me a simulation pistol. I liked it very much. It became my favorite toy, but later I accidentally lost it. I couldn't find it no matter how I tried. Until one day, I saw another child holding it and treating it as a toy. From that moment, I knew that I lost it and it would never come back again. I knew that I wouldn't be able to come back, but I learned to let it go." He looked up at Jiang Mohan. "Do you think I'm going to ask the little kid if he wants to come over, or let go?" Jiang Mohan's expression was indifferent. "If it's me, I'd be more than willing to ask whose hands it's in." "But I feel that if I lose it, I won't have the right to possess it. What do you think?" "Why did I get rid of it? It's because I don't have the ability to protect it. That'
Stacy looked back and saw that it was her daughter who put down the pen in her hand. She got up and stood aside, asking her to sit down. Cassandra didn't know what she meant and asked, "What are you doing?" "I'll tell you. You write," Stacy said. Cassandra sighed and pretended to look as if he had been wronged. "I'm already divorced, so I'm not worried about me at all." Everyone didn't mention anything about her divorce or about Jiang Mohan. She knew that everyone was afraid of revealing their past memories, but she let go of them. Stacy's eyes suddenly changed, and even Zong Jingrong, who had just sat on the bed, looked over. Cassandra looked at her father, and finally looked at Stacy. He reached out and grabbed her hand. "Mom, I've put it down. I'm fine now. You don't need to care about anything. The more careful you are, the more stressed I am. You're still the same as before. What I did wrong, you have to be educated, criticized, and criticized."
"I didn't go to see him. I just sent someone to protect Stacy Xi secretly. I know that he went to Thailand before, not in Bolenton City." Zong Jingheng had concealed the fact that Jiang Mohan had come to Campbell City. "Why did he go to Thailand?" Stacy said coldly, "Aren't you afraid to see me?" "What can you do to him when I see you? I wanted to beat him before, but you didn't allow me to." Stacy did not answer. "Take a bath and go to sleep." It wasn't that she didn't hate Jiang Mohan. She couldn't understand her hatred even if she gave him a beating. She just wanted to understand that it was better to stay away from this kind of person. It was best not to meet him even if he died. She went to pick up the water. Zong Jingsheng put his arm around her waist and sat on the edge of the bed. "I'll pick her up." Stacy thought for a moment and said, "Do you think our daughter has really let go? After all, she really liked Jiang Mohan before. Do you
Zhuang Jiawen's eyes fell on the fruit plate and then quietly looked at her. He found that she was looking at the computer screen carefully. Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. He took a piece of apple and bit half of it, and then he reached out to Shen Junyao. A syllable came out of his throat. "Give it to me." Shen Junyao just laid the four windows' dialog box on the computer screen. When she turned around, her cheeks slid over the apple because Zhuang Jiewen was too close. Then she saw Zhuang Jiewen biting the apple in his mouth. At the moment, the distance between them was still very close. As long as she opened her mouth slightly, she could bite the apple if she didn't need to move forward. She frowned slightly and did not respond for a moment. Zhuang Jiawen simply grabbed her head and passed the apple into Shen Junyao's mouth. The half of the bite was heated up by his mouth. Shen Junyao said reluctantly, "Your saliva has been stained with apples."
Although she hadn't seen his face clearly back then, looking at his back and image, she could tell that he was none other than Jiang Mohan. Zhuang Jiawen frowned and asked, "Are you sure?" Shen Junyao shook her head. "He didn't see his face, so we can't be too sure. If it's really him, then what do you think he's doing here in Campbell City?" "He still dares to come." Zhuang Jiawen looked fierce. Shen Junyao grabbed his hand in a hurry, afraid that he would be impulsive. "Mom, didn't you say that we should no longer have anything to do with him? Don't be impulsive to find him. If mom knows, I don't know if she will be angry. In fact, this is good." It wasn't Jiang Mohan who almost killed Cassandra back then, so he couldn't say that he had to pay with his life. However, it was all because of the divorce between him and Cassandra. He wasn't direct, but it was indirectly. It would be better if they didn't have anything to do with each other now. When they saw
00After asking about his son, Stacy asked Wen Joe's son, "Why didn't I see Zang Nuo at dinner?" 00"Alas." The mention of his son gave him a headache. "He didn't want to go to the army and insisted on doing what he liked himself. Until now, I haven't seen him do anything. He has been spoiled by his mother." 00"If he's my son, then he's not your son?" Helen carried in a piece of sliced fruit. She happened to hear Wen Joe's words and could not help but ask, "I'm used to it. Have you ever meddled in it?" 00"Aren't I very busy at work?" Wen Joe replied with a lack of confidence. 00"You're busy with work. I don't care. I'll just say that I'm used to it. I'm too hard on myself." Helen placed the fruit plate on the table. She looked at Stacy and said with a smile, "This Zang Nuo is just like how he was when he was young, not willing to listen to his parents' arrangements. He always scares away outside." 00Stacy smiled and replied, "Of course, my son will follow my
Wen Xiaoji's expression froze and he said, "Benedict is missing. He's already looking for her. I'll inform you immediately if there's any clues." Zong Jingzhe's hands, which were hanging at his side, slowly clenched. His voice sounded a little frightening. "How long has it been?" "It's been... half a month," Wen Joe said as he lowered his eyes. Zong Jingrong's heart was already in a mess, but he did not show it on his face. He was afraid that he would not be able to stabilize himself and let Stacy know that it would be more difficult to deal with him. According to Stacy's current health condition, he might fall ill. "Yes, you must keep it a secret. Don't tell anyone in your family." He meant to tell Wen Joe not to tell Helen, in case she accidentally spilled the beans in front of Stacy. "I know, I didn't say anything. I've only told you one of this," Wen Xiaoji said, feeling ill at ease. "Was it dangerous at that time?" Harry still wanted to get to t
00"We agreed to meet last time. Let's talk alone." Jiang Mohan was the first to speak. 00Cassandra said, "Alright, but I hope you'll keep your word. After you say what you want to say, don't disturb me again." 00Jiang Mohan lowered his eyes slightly, and his thick eyelashes obscured his pitch-black pupils that were as dark as the night. He let out a soft hum of assent. 00"Let's go." He moved first, followed by Cassandra. 00"If there's anything you want to say, hurry up and say it. I still have things to do." Cassandra's tone was somewhat impatient. 00Jiang Mohan turned to look at her. Just as he was about to speak, a car stopped by the side of the road. Seven or eight people came down one after another. They held baseball bats in their hands and surrounded Cassandra and Jiang Mohan. 00"Who are you?" Jiang Mohan frowned. 00"Are you Jiang Mohan?" The man did not report his name, but he was sure of his identity. 00Jiang Mohan stood in front