Lu Moqing didn't know what she was going to do, but he didn't stop her.

Seeing that she went to the kitchen, after a while, she came out with two cups of coffee, and put one in front of Lu Moqing, and said:

"Have a cup of coffee and talk slowly."

Seeing this cup of coffee, Lu Moqing thought of the fact that at the dinner at the presidential palace nine years ago, Rong Ying drugged his wine, frowned, and did not plan to touch that cup of coffee.

Seeing that he didn't move, Rong Ying seemed to guess the concerns in his heart, laughed at himself, and said:

"Don't worry, I didn't add anything to you."

She pointed out the room with her eyes and said:

"There are a lot of your people out there, even if I add material to you, can I still escape?"

Lu Moqing didn't speak, but his eyebrows and eyes loosened slightly.

Rong Ying didn't have to ask him to drink coffee, he picked up the coffee in front of him, took a small sip, and said:

"Mo Qing, in the future, we probably won't be able to drink coffee together like this again."

Rong Ying's tone brought a bit of amazement.

Lu Moqing glanced at her and replied in a deep voice.

No matter what feelings she has for Rong Ying, it is impossible for her to forget the murder of his father back then.

In the future, Rong Ying can only spend the second half of her life in prison.

He looked at Rong Ying, a wise and intellectual woman, and in the blink of an eye, there was only sadness and vicissitudes in his eyes.

Lu Moqing pondered for a moment, reached out to pick up the coffee, and sent it to his mouth.

Rong Ying's voice continued to come from his left hand-

"Over the years, every time you come to me to talk about your father's accident, I'm always scared, afraid that you will find out about me."

Lu Moqing's gaze slowly raised to look at her.

"I'm not afraid of going to jail or the death penalty, what I'm most afraid of is that the children who have treated me as a mother since childhood will eventually hate me."

She looked at Lu Moqing, her emotions were very complicated.

This child, although he looks more like Qin Shuyi, the expression between his eyebrows and eyes is more like his father Lu Jun.

She loves and hates Lu Jun, and so does she to this child.

She really loved this child, but she also hated it, and this complex and contradictory relationship tormented her for more than 20 years.

Lu Moqing's hand holding the coffee cup tightened quietly.

He saw the tears in Rong Ying's eyes, although they were very light, but they made waves in his heart.

His throat was so choked that it seemed to be blocking a stone, and he couldn't go up or down.

"That's right."

Rong Ying got up from the sofa again and walked up the stairs quickly.

After a while, he came down from the upper floor, holding a mahogany box in his hand.

She walked over to Lu Moqing and sat down, opening the box.

Inside was a palm-sized golden longevity lock, saying:

"This is for your unborn child."

Lu Moqing was stunned for a moment, only to hear Rong Ying say:

"That day, when I went to Lu's house, Qiao Xu said that when the child was born, he would call me grandma, I thought, since I want to call my grandma, I must always prepare a gift for him, right?"

She stuffed the box into Lu Moqing's hand and said:

"I didn't have a chance to put it on the child myself, you can help me bring it back, okay?"

Lu Moqing held the mahogany box, and his mood was a little heavy.

He was tempted to ask her, in that case, why did he design him to destroy the child in the first place, didn't she know what that meant?