Rebirth: National Crown Prince

It can be said that Bai Muxi has been God's darling since he was a child, a child of other people's families.

Family background, height, appearance, knowledge and accomplishments, he has them all.

However, this man who made many women obsessed with him could never win Bai Fengqing's heart.

He laughed at himself, saying that he was not as good as Wan Lin. What Wan Lin had, Bai Muxi also had. Whatever Wan Lin could give her, he could give it to her too.

Bai Fengqing looked at Bai Muxi's eyes seriously and said word by word: "Bai Muxi, you are not suitable to love someone. No one can afford the price of loving someone."

Bai Muxi smiled leisurely: "Is this the reason why you chose Wan Lin?" His smile was so soft that it made people feel scared.

Bai Fengqing smiled: "Brother, there is never a choice between you and Wan Lin, because from the beginning to the end you are just my brother, nothing more."

That was Bai Muxi's last call before Bai Fengqing disappeared. It was soft, gentle, and nice to hear, but... Bai Muxi hated this call to the core of his being.

Bai Muxi smiled softly. He looked at the empty boudoir and whispered, "Qing'er, I just think you are angry with me and lying to me."

"Mr. Bai! Mr. Bai!" Mo Sizong called Mr. Bai several times before pulling Bai Muxi out of the memory.

Bai Muxi squinted his eyes. Even though he was distracted, his expression still didn't change much. In other words, this was the first time that he fell into memories in front of others.

Maybe he was really mad.

"The banquet has begun." Bai Muxi stood up calmly.

In the banquet hall.

Mo Yu's eyelids were drooped, and she looked sleepy but not sleepy, which made Luo Yu's parents extremely unhappy. In their eyes, only the most favored son of heaven could be worthy of their daughter. Obviously, Mo Yu was in their eyes. He looks like a country bumpkin.

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Mo Si Yao is the only granddaughter who can stay with Mo Si Sect. You must know that none of her brothers have such an opportunity.

She was already exhausted after being trapped in the room for many days.

"What's wrong with Yaoyao?" Mo Siran asked in a concerned voice.

"What else can I do? I miss her little lover." The man who spoke was of mixed race. His name was Mo Si, and he was Mo Si Yao's biological brother.

"Who?" Mo Sibing frowned and asked.

"I heard it was a guy named Feng Lin." Mosli said nonchalantly.

Especially looking at Mo Siyao's languid look, he couldn't help but let out a light tut.

"She's just a pretty girl. Are you worried that no one will like the dignified eldest daughter of the Mosi family?"

"It's not good to like anyone. You like a pretty boy with unknown origins."

"That's enough." Mo Siyao finally got angry, "Brother, can you stop being a pretty boy on the left and a pretty boy on the right? If you don't bother me, I'll be bothered by it."

"Why are you talking to your brother?" Mo Sibing scolded.

"Okay, please stop saying a word." Mo Silan has a gentle appearance and is gentle when he speaks. It is also because of this that the person closest to Mo Si Yao is not his brother Mo Silan. But this Mo Silan.

"By the way, where is that guy?" Mosley said with great interest: "This is the banquet held by grandpa for that guy. Is that guy hiding and not coming?"

Mo Si Yao: "You mean Mo Si Yun? He shouldn't come, right? He's too cowardly,"

"Okay, don't worry about that guy. The party has already started. Let's go in!" Mo Sibing put on his coat and walked towards the back door.

After they left, Mo Siyun not far away stood hesitantly on the lawn. He looked at the brightly lit banquet hall and pursed his lips into a thin line.

"What are you afraid of?" A deep and deep voice came from behind Mo Siyun.

In the darkness, a tall and slender figure stood next to Mo Siyun.

Mo Siyun said somewhat silently: "You know, grandpa has never liked me, and Mo Si and the others are not fuel-efficient lamps. If they go, they will inevitably not be made things difficult for them."

The memory of his previous fooling himself was still fresh in his mind, causing him to have nightmares in the middle of the night every night.

Song He looked at Mo Siyun's appearance and smiled softly, "No wonder the old guy doubts whether you are his biological grandson. Your personality is really not like that of the Mosi family."

Mo Siyun did not deny it. After all, if Song He had not been by his side as an assistant, he would not have known how he would have died.

The outside world thinks that the Moss family has a huge family fortune, a wide network of people, and many children. In fact, many people have died secretly.

Those who are ambitious want to swallow up the entire Moss family. In their eyes, the Moss family is equivalent to a gold mine waiting for them to mine.

Fighting openly and secretly, only a few survived in the end.

In the final analysis, Mo Sizong loved his eldest son the most, and he just turned a blind eye to the lives and deaths of the others.

Song He: "I'm afraid they won't take care of you this time. Don't forget that there is also a person named Mo Yu. This person is not a simple guy." He just glanced at the guy from a distance and started from there. The guy could smell a sense of crisis keenly.

Hearing this, Mo Siyun was a little curious: "What do you think about the comparison between Mo Yu and Mo Si?"

Song He raised his eyebrows. He paused for a few seconds and then said leisurely: "Mosli and the others can't beat Mo Yu."

"Why?" Mo Siyun asked.

Song He smiled meaningfully: "Because the growing environment is different."

The environment in which one grew up can easily shape a person's character. He could see that there was still a bit of wildness and unruliness in Mo Yu's eyes, and he was a dangerous person who was not easy to mess with.

Mo Siyun looked at Song He's smile and suddenly understood.

Song He: "Okay, we should go in, don't let the old guy get really angry with you."