s thinking, Ye Fei Mo's face instantly darkened, looking extremely grim. To him, admitting to the warmth's merits would ruin his temper once. 。I updated twice... I know my word count is very meager,...>> 。During the break, Mo Xiaobai asked Mo Yao, "Brother, why is Femali still in Rome Shouldn't she be back to country C The Mafia and her business ghost face are being handled, what is she doing here" 。"Mo Yao said calmly, her tone flat, “I haven't contacted her since we parted ways that day.” 。“

Mo Xiaobai raised an eyebrow, seeming to agree. Fei Mary also appeared to be a proud woman, and it was certain that she wouldn't get involved with Mo Yao, so he said he hadn't met her, meaning he hadn't met her. Perhaps he had overthought things. Fei Mary was just here in Rome for tourism and hadn't done anything >>> 。Perhaps...

Back then, Wu Shuang would often go to London, not for Mafia business, only because London had Kaka. She just wanted to be in the same city as Kaka, occasionally having coffee, a meal, or even just a meeting would satisfy her.

Because there are people you like in this city, the meaning of this city to yourself is also different. Perhaps Rome to Fermayli is like London to Wushuang. 。She really likes Mo Yao, right 。Mo Xiaobai was a little proud. Her brother was indeed the best, so people with vision would all notice her. She just didn't know why she had hesitated and rejected him back then, wasting so many years for nothing. 。Now he looks at Mo Yao, the more he sees, the better he thinks she is. He can't find anyone to replace her. 。The only drawback is that Mo Yao lost her memory. In Mo Xiaobai's view, this shortcoming no longer mattered. As long as she was by his side, it was better than the year he spent frantically missing her, ending with only the sound of explosions replaying over and over again, pushing him to his physical and psychological limits, almost driving him mad. 。"Bro, let's go try on wedding dresses this afternoon." 。Mo Xiaobai said, wiping the sweat off his brow with a towel. Mo Yao nodded. The wedding of Wushuang and Kaka was approaching, and their groomsmen's suits were also finished. 。When it comes to groomsmen, Mo Yao can't help but think of one thing. A year ago, Mo Xiaobai was getting married, and he was the groomsman. However, on the day of the wedding, something happened to Mo Xiaobai, so the wedding was canceled. In the end, they didn't get married, and even broke up. 。Sometimes he would think, if nothing had happened to him back then, if he had shown up at the church, perhaps Mo Xiaobai and Ji Bing would have been married by now, and he would have been the best man. 。Is this what it means to love someone He didn't quite understand. Neither Shi Yi nor Ye Wei had explained to him what happened a year ago, they only briefly mentioned that Mo Xiaobai was getting married and he was the best man, nothing more. 。He was also at a loss, and even more doubtful about Mo Xiaobai's sincerity. Although everything seemed perfect now, there was still a thorn in his heart. 。It cannot be ignored 。

Mo Xiaobai had no idea what Mo Yao was thinking. All he wanted now was to coax Mo Yao into a good mood. However, Mo Yao was wondering if he should ask Mo Xiaobai about his past.

One could ask Mo Xiaobai, what if he had more thoughts

So both fell silent, each going to the bathroom to wash and change clothes. Mo Yao finished packing up before Mo Xiaobai and waited for him in the hall. As soon as he sat down, the elevator door opened, and a man of five or six years old, wearing a white suit, walked out. His features were delicate to the extreme, and he had a touch of elegance and maturity. He looked pink and tender, but there was an unusual steadiness in him that was rare in children.

What attracted Mo Yao most were the child's beautiful purple eyes and the child's appearance... It was surprisingly similar to Mo Xiaobai when he was a child, seven or eight points alike. Mo Xiaobai didn't look much like his childhood photos when he grew up. 。He had looked through Mo Jia's photo album and from the photos, he could see Mo Xiaobai when he was seven or eight years old. His appearance was almost the same as the child in front of him. The only difference was that Mo Xiaobai used to smile brightly in his photos, while the child before him was quiet, elegant, and rarely smiled. 。A baby who looked a lot like Mo Xiaobai, with the distinctive purple eyes of the Mo family, made Mo Yao's heart skip a beat. The phone in her hand almost slipped out of her grasp. 。It's too similar. 。A little kid walked out of the elevator, he seemed lost and a little confused, scanning the hall, not missing a corner. Unlike most kids who would cry when lost, he quietly observed his surroundings. Mo Yao admired this child very much. From the details, it was clear that he had good upbringing, and his parents must be of high quality to raise such a calm and composed child. 。He was clearly lost, but he remained quiet. After all, he was just a child. Although he was a little afraid, he put on a serious face. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to tell that he was lost at all. He slowly walked over, climbed onto the sofa, and sat down calmly. 。He walked closer, Mo Yao looked at him more carefully. 。I feel more and more like... 。It's like they were made from the same mold. Blood ties are such a strange thing, they always make you unconsciously think certain things. 。Mo Yao couldn't help but think of the reports she had seen online. 。Ye Yan is an international star. A search online yields a plethora of information about him. Among the data he reads, in reality, Mo Xiaobai is a suave and romantic man with many girlfriends and constantly surrounded by rumors. 。Perhaps, this is a child he has forgotten somewhere. 。This idea made Mo Yao very uncomfortable. 。Yet, one couldn't help but find the enchanting beauty of this elaborately made-up child charming. Though clearly flustered, she put on an act of maturity and composure. 。Little Treasure also noticed that Mo Yao had been staring at him. He slowly turned his face and looked at Mo Yao with a serious expression, calm as if he were not a child. Mo Yao thought to himself, if it were an ordinary child, he would probably ask, "Uncle, what are you looking at" Maybe sensing his kindness, he would ask him where he came from, how he got lost. 。 。

Silent and composed.

Mo Yao is the godfather of the Mafia. Even with amnesia, that dark aura and presence are still there. The hotel lobby manager doesn't even dare to look Mo Yao in the eye, but little Baobei stares at him intently. 。It seemed like he wanted to kill you with his aura, but in the end, he found that his own aura wasn't strong enough to kill Mo Yao. So, the little treasure named Sen changed his strategy, turned his head, and looked at the hotel lobby entrance with a blank expression. 。Mo Yao asked, "Little boy, what floor do you live on Are you lost" Sen Sen turned his head to look at him and then turned away without answering Mo Yao. Mo Yao thought to himself, he rarely took the initiative to talk to children, this was a historical first, and the child didn't even respond to him I found my house back, I'm moving tomorrow, writing and updating while doing it, it should be more than 8000 today, making up for yesterday’s…ds were both warm and hurtful, her face flushed with anger. She was struggling to breathe, utterly bewildered by the sudden change in him. In just fifteen minutes, he had become a completely different...