The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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Mo home.

When Mo Ling returned home, it was already more than nine in the evening.

He got out of the car and with him a woman in his thirties.

The woman was wearing a dark blue skirt with a square scarf around her neck, and her hair was turned away with a delicate crystal hairpin, looking mature.

Women are not so pretty, but they can give a gentle feeling.

"Your father should have fallen asleep at this time?" The woman asked Mo Ling aside.

Mo Ling's gaze looked at the room where his father lived.

It was found that the door was open and the lights in the room were shining.

My father used to live upstairs. After this illness, he was asked to move his father's things to a bedroom on the first floor, mainly to facilitate his father's daily living.

"He hasn't slept yet," Mo Ling replied.

Take this 11 years older than yourself

The aged daughter walked to her father's bedroom.

They came to the door of the bedroom.

Mo Ling didn't walk in immediately, but stood at the door and watched his father in a wheelchair staring out the window.

Father seemed to be watching something outside the window, motionless, as if he hadn't noticed that they had come to the door.

"Come in." Mo Ling heard his father's faint voice as soon as he wanted to call out his father.

Mo Ling immediately made a pleased gesture, and came to his father's bedroom with the woman beside him.

"Dad ..." Mo Ling first came to his father's side, and put a hand on his father's shoulder.

"Dad, I asked you to accompany you. She will take care of you while you are well."

After that, Mo Ling pulled the woman's sleeve.

The woman immediately showed a faint smile, looking at the motionless man on the wheelchair.

"Hello, Mr. Mo, I'm your son's escort, called Lin Wan." The woman took the initiative to introduce.

However, what made her extremely embarrassing was that when she finished the introduction, the man in the wheelchair did not react, as if he was completely demented, motionless, but only slightly blinking his eyes twice.

Mo Ling quickly patted his father's shoulder again.

"Dad, Lin ... Auntie is my favorite to take care of you."

Mo Ling hesitated when her aunt said the word aunt. He wanted to say that it was Lin's. After all, this woman was only 11 years older than herself.

The man in the wheelchair finally reacted. He slowly turned to steal, raised his head, and looked at the woman standing to the right of his wheelchair lightly.

A woman he has never seen.

He frowned, then shook his head slightly, then looked at his son.

"Mo Ling ... I ... No ... I don't need ... to accompany."

Mo Yixuan said intermittently, as if a stuttering person.

After speaking, his face changed, it seemed that he felt very depressed about his inability to speak smoothly.

He simply didn't speak at the back and took out the paper and pen from his pocket.

"You let her go back."

He wrote a few words with trembling fingers, as if his hands were cramped, and he wrote slowly.

Mo Ling still stood still.

Of course, he didn't want this **** to go back.

After thinking about it, he said, "Dad, don't you want to learn to paint? Aunt Lin was an art teacher before. She can teach you to paint."

Mo Ling said.

A few days ago, when my mother came over, he found out that his father occasionally took a pen to draw something in the book. His father still needs a long time to recover. Now he has inflexible hands, so the drawing is bad. What is it.