Song Yao hadn't known Cen Mo for a long time. She knew that Cen Mo was a proud and prideful person!
Based on her understanding of Cen Mo, if Cen Mo had really experienced all this, then those who knew about it … should have been silenced by him. Why would Cen Mo tell anyone else?
Zhong Moli nodded. "Right … you're right! Cen Mo didn't tell me, but I'm not a girl from an ordinary family. If I want to know what Cen Mo's experience was, or even what his identity was before he entered the black market, it's a piece of cake! "
Usually, if a person became a commodity and entered the black market, then no one would be able to find out his previous identity.
Unless it was someone from a family like Zhong Moli's, they would definitely be able to find out!
"Song Yao, it's up to you whether you believe what I told you today or not! But since you can be with the person you love, why are you hesitating and afraid? You only have a few decades in your life … Won't you regret missing out on Cen Mo?
"If you have any doubts about my identity, I can wait here for Cen Mo to come back and have him confirm it with you. But I really hope that the two of you can be together!
"I'm telling you about Cen Mo's past today because I hope you can understand his violent temper and desire to control. I hope you won't misunderstand that he only wants to control you. He's as worried about you as he loves you, and he's afraid that you'll leave! Cen Mo is a man who's so proud that he's a little perverted. His pride is so strong that you can't imagine it. If Cen Mo could only choose one person in this world to never know about his past, he would definitely choose the woman he loves the most … which is you! "
Song Yao found it hard to digest what Zhong Moli said about Cen Mo's past.
At this point, Song Yao no longer doubted Zhong Moli's identity. She didn't even doubt Zhong Moli's intentions …
Song Yao had never felt so sorry for someone before, not to mention that this person was the man she deeply loved.
"As a friend, I feel that Cen Mo's past was too tough, so I'm willing to do my best to help him be happy. This is all I can do for Cen Mo, and that's all I can do for him!" Zhong Moli smiled lightly at Song Yao. "My engagement with Cen Mo has already been canceled. Now that he has the ability to protect himself, there's no reason for me to not contact Cen Mo again in the future. As for whether you want to be together with Cen Mo or not, that's your choice. I can't interfere!"
Later, before Cen Mo returned, Song Yao chose to believe in Zhong Moli and made up her mind to be with Cen Mo …
The sound of a servant bringing Song Yao's fruit tea into the warm room pulled Song Yao's wandering thoughts back to reality. She saw the servant carefully put down the fruit tea and then leave, leaving only her and Cen Mo in the warm room.
Song Yao looked at Cen Mo's side profile, and her heart ached. She didn't want Cen Mo to see her eyes redden. She held the tablet in her hand and straddled Cen Mo, their necks intertwined. Her hands went under Cen Mo's armpits, and she raised the tablet to watch cartoons …
"What's the matter?" Cen Mo removed his Bluetooth earpiece and gently stroked Song Yao's back.
"I want to sit like this with you. You go about your work, and I'll watch my cartoons. I won't disturb you …" Song Yao said as she put on her earpiece. The sound of cartoons rang out next to her ears. She rubbed her reddened and sore eyes, making up her mind to rein in her temper in the future and treat Cen Mo well.
On the other end of the computer, the few people who were having a meeting with Cen Mo were still discussing when they suddenly heard a woman's voice coming from the big boss's side. All of them fell silent.
As long as Song Yao was by Cen Mo's side, Cen Mo could give Song Yao anything. He could even indulge her endlessly. He wrapped his arms around Song Yao's slender waist and put on his earpiece again. He looked at the information sent over from the conference room and put on his earpiece again, saying, "Continue. Why are you listening?"
Song Yao's chest was close to Cen Mo's. She sensed the vibration in Cen Mo's chest and thought that Cen Mo was talking to her. She removed her earpiece and straightened her body, then looked down at Cen Mo and asked, "What?"
"What?!" Cen Mo was also puzzled.
Hearing the woman's and Cen Mo's voices in the conference room, everyone looked at each other, unsure if they should continue.
"I was wearing my earpiece earlier, so I didn't hear what you said clearly …" Song Yao looked at Cen Mo with her large and clear eyes.
"I said let them continue the meeting. What's wrong?"
Hearing this, Song Yao's eyes widened, and she turned to look at the screen. She lowered her voice and asked Cen Mo timidly, "Video conference?"
"Conference call …" Cen Mo told her the truth.
Song Yao's blood instantly surged from her feet to her head. She got off Cen Mo's body pathetically and said dryly, "Go on! Go on! "
Cen Mo's dark eyes watched as Song Yao curled up in a corner of the sofa with a flushed face and ears. She held onto her tablet and pretended to be serious, but she was so embarrassed that even her toes were curled up together. He laughed softly and continued to flip through the information, planning to end the meeting as soon as possible and appease his little wife!
Song Yao was absent-mindedly watching cartoons, falling asleep before Cen Mo was done with his work …
Ever since Song Yao got pregnant, her appetite had been alright. It was just that she got sleepy easily.
Cen Mo covered Song Yao with a blanket. After the meeting ended, he gently carried Song Yao back to the room.
Halfway through, when Cen Mo came out of the warm room, Song Yao faintly opened her eyes. Cen Mo coaxed this pregnant woman softly, "Go to sleep, I'll carry you back to the room!"
Song Yao subconsciously wrapped her arms around Cen Mo's neck tightly, resting her head on Cen Mo's chest as she closed her eyes in peace.
Cen Mo placed Song Yao on the bed and covered her with a blanket. He planted a kiss on her forehead, then quietly walked to the balcony and lit a cigarette.
When he was with Song Yao, Cen Mo always restrained himself from smoking, afraid that it wouldn't be good for the child …
Before he finished smoking, Cen Mo's phone vibrated in his pocket. He picked it up.
Saihand's voice came from the other end of the line. "Sir, we've caught the man. He was beaten half to death, but he still isn't willing to hand over Miss's husband's ashes. He insists on seeing you …"
Cen Mo exhaled a thin puff of smoke, his eyes narrowed. He lowered his gaze and put out the remaining half of his cigarette on the balcony's armrest, saying, "I'll be right there!"
Coming in from the balcony, Cen Mo smelled of cigarettes. He didn't go near Song Yao, merely taking a deep look at her before leaving the room and heading downstairs to the basement.
…
In the basement, a man who had been beaten until he was covered in blood was kneeling on the ground, on the verge of collapsing. Blood kept dripping down from the top of his head, his chin, and the corners of his mouth.
Cen Mo sat on the sofa in the basement, his slender legs crossed and one hand resting lazily on the back of the sofa. He bit a cigarette at the corner of his lips, and his voice sounded a little muffled …
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