Can't Let Go novel Chapter 162

Linda Yun went to buy vegetables, so did Kui.

The clingy Paul Mu also followed.

Only Jennifer and Duoduo were left in the room. They sat on the bed talking, looking very amicable.

Just then, Michael Huo’s mobile phone rang again.

It was from Joe Guo.

He picked up his cell phone and went out.

"Hello!"

"President Huo, we have found out, we have found out where Susan came from!" Joe Guo was obviously excited.

"My dad, let go?" Michael Huo was a little surprised.

Because, if David Huo did not let go, Joe Guo couldn’t find out in such a short time.

Joe Guo was stunned and said hurriedly, "Yes, his Lordship did not stop us this time, so that we can find the information smoothly!"

Michael Huo nodded. "Tell me who she is?"

A minute later.

After he hung up the phone, Michael Huo sank into extreme silence.

He had thought of lots of answers.

But he did not expect that Susan really has no blood relationship with his mother.

And there was no family relationship at all.

Everything was just because of that man....

The man named Xialun.

No, the man that Qu Zhirong loved was crazy.

But the man died.

As for how he died.

No one knew.

And that child was Xialun’s sister’s child.

Sharon’s sister and brother－in－law died in a car accident.

As a result, the child was raised by him from an early age.

After his death, she was sent to the orphanage.

Qu Zhirong took Susan into Huo family by all efforts.

He didn’t understand.

He didn’t understand why David Huo did agree.

He didn’t understand what David Huo was thinking.

Was there still a secret between the three of them?

Because Joe Guo did not find out what happened that year.

Besides, the cause of death of the man could not be found out.

Obviously, it was hidden.

Why he died? Why the truth was hidden?

He could not guess now, nor could he know exactly what had happened in that year.

But the only thing was sure.

Qu Zhirong loved that man.

Even if he died for so long, she would take care of his children with her life.

For a moment, Michael Huo was sad.

Very sad.

She didn’t love David Huo.

But why did she marry David Huo.

She didn’t like kids.

Why did she give birth to him and Jennifer.

What kind of past did she have with David Huo, and the man named Sharon?

Why, did David Huo allow them to investigate this time?

What did they talk about at the hospital yesterday?

These puzzles followed, which made him more and more furious.

He stood there alone for a while.

He decided it would be better to ask the person concerned directly.

Perhaps he and David Huo needed to have a good talk.

After giving a sigh, he found that Linda had not come back yet.

So he went to George Mo’s house.

A few minutes later.

He reached his destination.

The Mo’s house had been sold several times, and its original appearance had been altered.

It really took him a lot of effort to renovate this time.

He found the most familiar neighbor of Mo’s family and the old photos, and then rebuild it.

He pushed the door of the courtyard open, the flowers inside were very bright.

There was a kind of fragrance lingered in the yard.

Michael Huo went to his house.

Many years ago, Mo’s family belonged to the upper class in the village, with many big rooms.

With the passage of time, commodity prices skyrocketed.

A house like this wasn’t worth much now.

However, the feeling of nostalgia couldn’t be measured in terms of money.

As soon as Michael Huo entered, he heard a repressed cry.

He stopped at once.

In the room, George Mo sat on the ground, and his repressed cry was distressing.

Without saying a word, Michael Huo went in and sat down on the stool.

Everyone, everyone had their difficulties.

George Mo looked at Michael Huo and frowned, "Aren’t you jealous at all? I’m not her biological brother. Do you really rest assured that you left me with her?!"

"So what?" He looked at him and continued, "I believe her, that is enough. As long as she wants to, I am willing to do it with her!"

George Mo slightly smiled. "You really love her!"

"Let me help you, help you out of depression. I know your worries, I also know your remorse and burden, but it’s really good to be alive. Don’t you want to see here live happily and to see those who hurt her be punished? You know, sometimes my protection is not without dead corners. Mary Yun is dead, but there is Susan, and my mother is here. You really rest assured to leave? Aren’t you afraid that as soon as your leave, she will die soon? "

George Mo sat down on the ground with his eyes wide open.

Michael Huo walked over, and he squatted in front of him. "Please believe me. I’ll help you. Let’s try together, shall we?"

"George!" Just then, the voice of Linda Yun came in from the outside.

George Mo quickly got up and quickly arranged his appearance.

Linda Yun and Kui ran over.

"Wow, this is exactly the same!" Kui was shocked. "President Huo, you are so talented."

Kui said as she wandered around the house.

Linda Yun had a lot of dishes in his hand. "What are you two doing here?"

Michael Huo took the food from her hand. "I didn’t say anything. I just came to have a look. You bought a lot of food!"

"Well, come and help, and let’s get together tonight!" As she said, he went to his home.

Michael Huo looked at George Mo and nodded, "Let’s go!"

George Mo did not speak, but followed her.

Kui walked around for a while and ran with him.

Paul Mu looked at the house and caught up with Kui. "Were they all so poor before? What about your family? Were you poor when you were a child?"

Kui didn’t want to answer him at all.

There was always something wrong with this President Mu!

"Fang Xiaokui, I’m asking you a question!"

Kui was running away with a faster speed.

"Oh, Fang Xiaokui, you keep behaving like this, I will deduct your salary!" Capitalism began to exploit.

However, no matter how much he threatened, Barbara Fang still ignored him.

He smiled. "I like your personality!"

He quickly followed her.

George Mo walked in the end, he looked at this familiar place, a little bit helplessness.

Michael Huo’s words had been hovering in his mind.

He stopped and the breeze blew his white shirt.

The wounds on his abdomen was extraordinarily striking.

He had no cover, no panic.

But looked up at the sun.

Then, slowly, he stretched out his hand to cover the scorching sun.

For a few seconds, his slender fingers slowly moved. The light pierced his eyes in an instant.

He didn’t dodge. He just stood there.

"Well, try to live!"