In the vast Texas of the United States of America, a tall man with a pipe in his mouth and a wide-brimmed felt hat, dressed like a cowboy in the movies, followed behind on a horse.
In front of him, six real cowboys with black and white skin were riding on horses, helping him herd the hundreds of Angus cattle on the farm to graze on the grassland that was growing well in spring.
"Mo, you can go back. Leave this to us!" An old white cowboy in his fifties or sixties, but he was in a good mental state, rode his horse over. He took off his hat and wiped his sweat as he spoke.
The sun in the afternoon was too strong, and the boss's body was not as strong as the local cowboys. The old cowboy was worried that the boss would not be able to take it!
"Ford, look after these kids for me!" Mo Henian pointed at the dark-skinned, hornless Angus cattle and nodded at the old cowboy. After that, he pulled the reins and turned around to head back to the farm's residence.
Mo Henian had bought this farm for almost twenty years. It was originally a wasteland, but after twenty years of operation, it had changed drastically.
Along the way, there was a fertile grassland. Although it was originally a grassland, after many years of modification, the weeds had been removed, and high-quality pasture had been planted. Whether it was for grazing or harvesting for winter, it was a good choice.
Of course, the sun was a little strong today, so Mo Henian chose to go to the woods at the side to avoid the heat.
These original woods were left behind by Mo Henian. Not only could they provide shelter for people and cattle, but they could also maintain the ecological balance of this land.
Close to the residential area, there were dozens of acres of land planted with cotton and sorghum. Of course, there were still lush early seedlings.
The dozens of acres of land were all mechanized. There were all kinds of machines in Mo Henian's warehouse, such as tractors, planters, combine harvesters, hay balers, and so on.
A few years ago, Mo Henian did not want to be outdone. He drove the tractor and worked with the hired cowboys in the field. But now, he could only be a supervisor. Most of the practical work was left to the professional cowboys hired by the farm.
“Uncle_Mo！” A half-grown black lad, shirtless, was coming out of the pond dripping with water. When he saw Mo Henian, he quickly lowered his head obediently, as if he had done something wrong.
"Greg, you sneaked out to swim again. I'll tell your father later and let him beat you to death!" Mo Henian shouted angrily.
"I'm sorry, Uncle-Mo, I was wrong! I'm going back to work now! "The young black man scowled miserably and ran away.
Greg was the son of a cowboy on Mo Henian's farm. Although he was black, Mo Henian had watched him grow up. Mo Henian treated him as his own nephew.
Therefore, even though Mo Henian had purposely pulled a long face earlier, the old man had no intention of telling on him at all. However, Mo Henian's temper was usually very irritable. Greg was very afraid and was scolded.
Mo Henian was in a good mood after successfully playing a prank. He laughed heartily and continued to ride his horse back to his residence.
Mo Henian's house was built later. It was originally a wooden building with a western style. Later, Mo Henian felt that it was uncomfortable to live in, so he remodeled it into a modern house with a Chinese style.
Don't underestimate Mo Henian. In his early years, Mo Henian was still an architectural designer. Otherwise, how could he have the money to emigrate and buy a large farm? Although he had changed his profession to become a farm owner, Mo Henian had no problem designing a house for himself!
From the outside, the unique courtyard had the feeling of an ancient garden. There were flowing water, small bridges, stone carvings, and window carvings. Of course, in order to be compatible with western culture, the courtyard was not enclosed. Instead, it was wide open and did not have the restrictive feeling of a wall.
The house was also made of white walls and black tiles. The weather in Texas was hot, so the design of the house was ventilated. It was warm in winter and cool in summer. The design of the cornices also restored the unique spirituality of ancient architecture.
Of course, the interior of the house was more modern. There were ceramic tiles, glass walls, brilliant and bright lights, and so on. Mo Henian was not a pedantic architectural designer. He could fuse ancient elements with a modern and comfortable living environment.
Don't think that a Chinese-style building in a large farm would stand out and be despised by others.
The farm owners from the same town came here as guests. When they saw Mo Henian's mansion, each one was more envious than the other. They all rushed to ask Mo Henian to design a house for them!
Mo Henian went a little too far. When he returned home, he found that his wife was not there.
"Where did Madam go?" Mo Henian asked the housekeeper at home.
"I don't know. She took a call and hurried out." The housekeeper shook her head. "But there were some notes left beside the phone. I don't know if Madam still needs them, so I didn't get rid of them."
Mo Henian was just asking casually, but the housekeeper's words made him a little curious. He went to take a look at the notes.
On the sticky notes, the first page was still Mo Henian's own handwriting and Zhou Mengyu's handwriting. There were a few other pages that were filled with trivial matters. Mo Henian flipped through them until he reached the last page of the sticky notes. Zhou Mengyu had written a name and a line of words on the sticky notes.
"Yang Yi." However, the word "Yi" was crossed out and a word "Yi" was added next to it.
For some reason, when Mo Henian saw this name, he vaguely felt displeased. Perhaps it was because Xi Xi's surname was Yang and not Mo? Mo Henian was not very fond of this surname all these years!
And the next line of words made Mo Henian feel a little puzzled. "The domestic media broke the news and the Internet Domain News has been reprinted …"
What did that mean?
Mo Henian frowned. The domestic media referred to China? Could it be that something happened to his daughter in China?
He still knew about the Internet Domain News. It was a domestic news portal. Sometimes, if he wanted to know about the domestic news, Mo Henian would also go there to take a look.
The old man's curiosity grew. He simply took the note to the study, turned on the computer, and logged into the Internet Domain News website to read.
However, the old man could not find any Yang Yi on the first page.
Mo Henian did not have the patience to slowly search. He directly went to the Internet Domain Search function and typed the two words "Yang Yi" into the computer with great difficulty.
Fortunately, this was their family's computer. Otherwise, there really was no Chinese input method.
Not long after, several news articles popped up.
The title of the first article was shockingly written. "Yang Yi is Mu Zi 'ang? Murphy and he were secretly married for six years? "
Mo Henian's eyes almost popped out.
The following news articles fanned the flames even more.
"Breaking news! Murphy's husband is not a nobody. Yang Yi is actually a best-selling author! "
"It's a done deal. Murphy's marriage certificate photo has also been exposed!"
"The super popular singer Murphy is already married and has a child. What is the background of this lucky man, Yang Yi?"
"Appearing at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau with a strange man. Murphy has actually stepped into the marriage hall!"
Mo Henian's face darkened. He clicked on these news articles one by one and finally saw the report where Murphy admitted that Yang Yi was Yang Xi's biological father.
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