Outside the ward door, a cough sounded neither light nor heavy. It was getting late and she was injured. Mo Qiange didn't want to disturb her rest and helped her lie down.

Mo Qiange smiled: "Momo, in fact, the Tang Dynasty is very good to you. In terms of notarization, the Tang Dynasty was not wrong. He was innocent. You can't blame the innocent because he was a member of the Tang sect."

"Don't mention him." Lu Momo glanced away.

Mo Qiange didn't force her. At this point, I believe she understood everything she should understand.

"It's getting late, so it's time for you, a patient, to rest early."

Lu Momo nervously grabbed his hand, "Qiange, are you leaving?"

"I won't leave, don't worry about going to bed."

Lu Momo nodded, slowly closed his eyes, and then suddenly opened his eyes insecurely. Until he saw him sitting by the bed, looking at her with an expression of "I knew you would open your eyes" on her face, then he smiled with satisfaction and closed his eyes again.

That night, Lu Momo slept very peacefully.

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The Tangmen headquarters was brightly lit. Tang Dynasty returned to the upper floor, passed the study, and saw the person sitting upright through the crack in the door.

Mr. Tang was sitting at the desk, holding a handkerchief in his hand and gently wiping the photo frame. The expression on his face was filled with deep pain.

After unconsciously pausing, thinking for a moment, Tang Chao pushed the door and heard the sound. Mr. Tang quickly raised his head with anger on his face, and the photo frame in his hand was also turned upside down on the table at the same time.

When I saw who the person was, the anger on my face subsided, "Where did you go to if you don't accompany your fiancée at night?"

Tang Chao pretended not to hear it, walked straight to the desk, picked up the old man's hand pressed on the back of the photo frame, a trace of gentleness flashed in Mr. Tang's eyes, and he let go of his hand, and asked him to take the photo frame.

Looking at the woman with a graceful and luxurious smile in the photo, Tang Chao gently stroked her face with his fingertips and murmured: "I almost forgot that today is my mother's death... No wonder you don't sleep so late..."

The distance was very close, and Mr. Tang naturally heard his murmur and hummed with regret: "I have never seen you guys do anything reliable!"

After watching quietly for a while, Tang Chao gently placed the photo frame on the table and stood it up, then turned to look at his old man: "Do you want me to have a drink with you?"

Mr. Tang looked terrified: "Why are you still standing there? Go get the wine!"

Soon, when they brought the wine, the Tang Dynasty and his son sat on the sofa, touched the wine glasses, and then drank their heads with their heads, and no one spoke.

When Mr. Tang thought of his wife who died early, the iron-blooded and strong man couldn't help but moisten his eyes.

Mr. Tang married a woman in his life. After he died of illness at the age of thirteen in the Tang Dynasty, he had never remarried for more than ten years.

Tang Chao remembered the scenes in the ward. Lu Momo's heartless woman cried like an ugly cat and snuggled in Mo Qiange's arms. She said something she was so scared that she felt depressed.

He felt very upset. After drinking one cup and pouring another cup, he drank harshly. Only then did Mr. Tang slap his hand that was about to pour wine, "Enough, alcoholism is harmful to the body."
Chapter completed!