Chapter 54: I have a "harmony" halo

Mo Fan couldn't think of it, it was Mo Wei who hurt himself.
In the evening, Mo Wei returned. The house was empty and his shiny eyes were dimmed. At this moment, a man came out in the kitchen and said to him, "Why are you still standing? Don't go down and prepare for dinner."
Mo Wei's eyes lit up again, and he called "Uncle", put down his things and went straight into the kitchen.
"What to do here, the fume is big."
"I'll help Uncle."
At the end of the meal, Mo Fan took the child into the room and took out a medicine box. "Let me take off my clothes to see."
Mo Wei twitched and couldn't take off.
Mo Fan sighed, "Uncle already knows, sorry."
Mo Wei shook her head. "Uncle, you're just drunk."
Not to mention he regarded himself as the woman.
Mo Fan rubbed the child's head silently, and unbuttoned the child's buttons one by one, revealing the blue and purple chest. The most serious thing is that behind it, there is already some blackening.
Mo Fan asked the child to lie on the bed, rubbing the blood with the medicine. The child gritted his teeth and did not scream in pain, but the faint groan made the heartache more.
"Uncle did something wrong, how would Wei Wei punish his uncle?"
Mo Fan said as he wiped.
"No, don't blame Uncle."
"In the future, uncle did something wrong, Wei Wei must tell his uncle, don't hold back."
"Ok."
The child was injured. Mo Fan rushed the child to bed early, hugged the child and talked, and hugged each other.
One for two, things are far from over. As long as Mo Fan is drunk, going home will be a scolding and scolding to the child. In severe cases, you can even see the crusted wounds on the child.
Therefore, Mo Fan proposed to sleep with the child separately, and forbid the child to stay beside him when he was drunk. However, every time the child did not listen to the advice, Mo Fan who woke up the next day could always see the scars in his arms. Child.
System, "Oh, oh, Fanfan."
Mo Fan: ...
The system cried.
It was just when the child was growing up. In just four years, the child had risen to 1.17 meters. He was already a teenager. However, even with the ability to resist, when Mo Fan vented his anger, the teenager did not pass it once.
As long as the teenager is wounded, Mo Fan will compensate the teenager with guilt, sometimes a meal, sometimes a gift brought back. In short, Mo Fan's time with the teenager will be greatly extended.
In an instant, the teenager graduated from elementary school and rose to junior high school. The youth's appearance is getting more and more beautiful. It is the age when the love is in the beginning. The teenage girl who has entered the developmental period will already be ashamed to look at the youth secretly, but the youth will not squint and focus on doing their own thing.
Because of this, young people are even more noticeable. Huaichun's young girl is most ruthless and handsome.
"Mo Wei, what's wrong with your face?"
There was a dark blue on the corner of the cheeky teenager's mouth. Even if he covered it up, it was still obvious. The girl in the seat stood up and asked with courage in the cold air radiated from the teenager.
The girl is very cute, and her delicate features are enough to see the beauty in the future. Mo Wei looked at the envious eyes of the boys in the class, but remained unmoved.
"It's all right."
Mo Wei stared at the book without moving half a minute. The girl lost her heart, what else to say, and she stopped in the air of the other person.
Many boys who adore girls in the class showed their eyes, but didn't rashly do anything. The boys that the goddess likes do not like her. On the one hand, they are worthless for the goddess. On the other hand, they are more likely to be ecstatic at the same time.
The injury on Mo Wei ’s face was caused by Dr. Mo Fan ’s drunkness last night. Although the physical damage was getting more and more noticeable, Mo Wei did not complain at all. Mo Fan's time at home is getting shorter, and sometimes he doesn't go home for several days. He hasn't seen Mo Fan for a long time.
Every time Mo Fan finds out what he is doing, he will make up for one or two, and spend more time with himself, Mo Wei expects the other party drunk. Sometimes, Mo Wei wondered whether there was something wrong with her psychology. However, after checking the relevant books, he didn't really shake m, but just too long for that person's company.
Seemingly focused on reading, his thoughts have already drifted to another person.
Mo Wei has done many things, good and bad, but Mo Fan has not paid much attention to his changes. On one occasion he did not leave in the school brawl, and the school went directly to his parents. As a result, Mo Fan still said nothing, and only told himself not to be injured. Mo Wei could not help but be frustrated.
From small to large, large and small awards, the trophy obtained in the game failed to make Mo Fan stay in his eyes for a moment.
Since going to school, my uncle has always been very busy, and Mo Wei has thought more than once that it would be great if time could stay forever as a child. Mo Wei didn't know what Mo Fan's work was, but he secretly had an idea in his heart. In the future, I want my uncle to stop working for life, as long as he only has eyes in his eyes.
Time rushed, and it was another year.
[Hey, work is not easy. 】
It's not that Xu Yi is bad for him. On the contrary, Xu Yi, as the boss, never seems to be harsh on him. It's just that feeling of being subservient to others, Mo Fan doesn't like it.
Xu Yi's special attention to him has made Mo Fan suffer a lot of blue eyes secretly in recent years. A caretaker boy who has become a monk halfway has suddenly become the boss of those who have been around Xu Yi since childhood. How can they feel better?
"Uncle, this is the medical report, and the teacher asked to sign it."
This is Mo Wei's happiest moment. The assignments that require parents to sign are all excuses for Mo Wei to see Mo Fan-Mo Fan will always come back to sign him.
Mo Fan's face had a familiar smile on her face, but the moment she got her hand, her face was cold.
There was an ominous hunch in Mo Wei's heart, "Uncle, what's wrong?"
His medical report is very healthy and there will be nothing worthy of attention.
Mo Fan's hand trembled slightly, and Mo Wei's soft eyes permeated the tension, staring closely at the thin sheet of ordinary paper on Mo Fan's hand.
His lips trembled a few times, and Mo Fan couldn't believe this fact. Children who have been raising themselves for more than ten years are not born of friends. He also hoped to get it wrong, but the medical checklist clearly stated that Mo Wei's blood type was type B.
A father of type A blood, a mother of type O blood, even if Mo Fan no longer has common sense, he knows that he can not give birth to a son of type B blood.
"Haha, funny, so funny ..." Mo Fan laughed suddenly, looking down to see Mo Wei's worried eyes, and the absurdness in his heart widened a little.
I can't blame this son for not looking like himself at all, everything has been explained.
"uncle……"
"Don't call me uncle!" Mo Fan angered, "I'm not your uncle!"
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
"Don't you call me uncle, do you understand me?" Mo Fan raised his neckline and showed his face.
Mo Wei's eyes flashed with worries and doubts ... all kinds of emotions, without fear alone. He moved his lips and swallowed that father.
The face in front of him, which was not like him at all, was really annoying. Mo Fan threw the person away, muttering "there is a child of type B blood" in his mouth, and strode out.
Mo Wei seized the key word "blood type B", and an incredible guess floated in his mind.
Impossible, how is it possible?
Regardless of the embarrassment on his body, Mo Wei rushed into the bedroom of the two and pulled out Mo Fan's health certificate and what the woman left behind.
The ground was a mess, and Mo Wei sat down on the floor with her head in despair. Two thin sheets of paper spread out in front of Mo Wei: father, type A blood, mother, type o blood. And myself, it is exactly type B blood.
When the woman was gone, Mo Wei did not hate. When Mo Fan was thinking that the woman was angry with him, Mo Wei did not hate, but at this time, Mo Wei clearly felt her hate.
why? Why do you have to be sorry for your father? Why is he obviously not his father's son, but does not take himself away?
No, it's not my father anymore ...
The scenes between them were projected in the mind like a movie. For the first time, Mo Wei was at a loss.
Uncle is a good friend of Dad. Would he not want him ... No, he should not leave his uncle.
...
The bar is full of rhythmic music in this dim space. The gorgeous lights hit the crowd on the dance floor shaking their heads. Several empty wine bottles have been placed in front of Mo Fan's table, just like a drunk alcoholic in a bar, mechanically repeating the action of pouring and drinking.
After receiving the news, Xu Yi sat beside the youth, listening to the upside-down words of the youth, and already understood the whole story.
Xu Yi knew the details of everyone under his hands. Every time Mo Fan went home drunk, he would use violence against Mo Wei. He naturally knew it clearly. Moreover, Mo Fan's increase in drunken times has his credit.
At the first sight of that child, Xu Yi had a hunch that this child would be a trouble. Xu Yi likes Mo Fan, but he is not the kind of person who loves houses and black people. Mo Wei's existence seems to be a □□, which will burst at some point in the future.
Xu Yi didn't know where this feeling came from, but he was sure that it must be related to Mo Fan. An ordinary child, he can make the other party disappear in front of his eyes forever with one hand, what makes him occupy more proportion than the enemy in business?
Xu Yi is used to removing threatening things before they erupt. It was just that the identity of the other person made him have scruples, so he exhausted all kinds of reasons, delaying Mo Fan's time home, assigning complicated tasks to the other person, and even when he learned that Mo Fan was drunk, he made one hand The situation today.
If the relationship between the two is no longer close ...