The man's tightened pupils softened, and his body was no longer so tense.
He carried her into the car, started the engine, and turned on the heater in the car.
Chi Huan looked out the car window. The sky was low and gloomy, but the inside of the car was warm and quiet, and the drizzle and cold wind were blocked outside the car.
… …
When we returned to the villa, it was already evening. In winter, the days are short and it gets dark very early. Especially on rainy days, it becomes increasingly gloomy and gloomy.
The lights in the villa are brightly lit and the heating is on, making it more comfortable than in the car.
After changing her shoes and walking in, Ma Li brought a cup of hot tea over with sharp eyes, "Ms. Chi, it's cold, you will feel better if you drink a cup of hot tea. It has been brewing for a while, and it shouldn't be hot now."
Chi Huan took it with a smile on her lips, "Thank you, Mother Li."
She took a few sips and said, "Then I'll go up and take a shower first."
Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes and stared at her face, "Okay, come down and eat after washing."
She nodded, holding the cup and slowly went upstairs.
The man stood under the bright light, with a tall and straight figure. His handsome face under the short hair had almost no expression, only a pair of eyes followed the back figure closely.
It wasn't until she completely disappeared from sight that she looked back, walked sideways towards the kitchen, and said calmly, "Let the chef put the dishes in order. I'll cook today's dinner."
Chi Huan put a bathtub of hot water in the bathtub, took off his clothes and soaked himself in the water.
When the warm hot water with white mist wrapped around the nerve endings in her body, she felt that the temperature of her body was very low because she had been outside for a long time.
The chill that hit her dissipated a lot in the warm hot water.
Chi Huan hugged his knees and sat in the water, closing his eyes sleepily, wanting to take a rest in the warmth.
After Mo Shiqian made dinner, he went upstairs to ask the woman who had not come down for a long time to eat. When he opened the bedroom door, he saw the woman sitting on the sofa with her knees bent and her back leaning.
She was wearing a very plain sweater, and her semi-dry long hair was hanging wet. She was neither reading a book, nor looking at her iPad or notebook. She was looking at the rain outside the window, lost in thought.
He walked straight over, possessed her, hugged her directly, put his face against her delicate and soft face, and said hoarsely, "It's time to eat."
Chi Huan came back to his senses, looked at him, and nodded, "Okay."
Mo Shiqian stood up straight and stretched out his hand towards her.
She looked at the big hand with sharp bones stretched out in front of her eyes, but she still put her hand on it, put her feet into the indoor mop, and then stood up.
Mo Shiqian cooked a table of dishes, which was more than enough for two people.
The meal was eaten quietly, Chi Huan ate very slowly, and even seemed to have a strange seriousness, as if he was tasting it carefully.
The man accommodated her speed and ate slowly, but he was slow and absent-minded.
Probably, her attention was on the meal, while his attention was on her.
The whole process was quiet and peaceful.
After the meal, Chi Huan sat on the sofa, holding the tea that Li's mother made for her in her hand. The sides of the cup were a little hot, but it warmed her entire palm and fingers.
She lowered her head and looked at the thin mist floating on the water of the tea.
The rain outside seems to be getting heavier and heavier, and you can hear the pattering sound even when you are sitting in the house.
Mo Shiqian looked at her not far behind her for a while, then walked over.
He walked to the coffee table, picked up the remote control, and looked down at the woman who was looking down and lost in thought, "Huanhuan, let's watch TV for a while, okay?"
In fact, in today's Internet age, middle-aged and elderly people prefer TV, while the younger generation directly looks for whatever they want to watch online.
But TV has an advantage that laptops cannot match: it is lively.
Even if there are advertisements, there is a lively sense of popularity.
As soon as Chi Huan calmed down, the entire villa seemed to quiet down.
"Don't open it," she raised her head while holding the cup, looked at him, and said slowly, "I want to talk to you."
The man's hand holding the remote control paused, his fingers gradually becoming stiff, and then the stiffness spread to his whole body.
There was dead silence for a few seconds.
Mo Shiqian leaned over slightly, put the remote control back, and then sat down on a single sofa next to him.
Unlike what she was wearing, which was casual and homely, the man was still wearing a woolen sweater under a coat. It was dark gray and had a light V-neck. It was a bit elegance like a nobleman, but more calm and gloomy.
"Okay," his voice was as clean as a stream in late autumn, cool and clear. His abyss-like eyes stared at her quietly, and he said slowly and methodically, "I will listen to whatever you want to say. , I will definitely do whatever you ask of me. Your father's death was indeed because of me, the source was me, and it was also because of my poor protection. I know that you are sad and blame yourself, and you are in a very low mood. If you blame me, You can vent it out, it doesn’t matter if you ignore me... "
The chef had already returned home from get off work, and Ma Li, the only one who lived with them in the villa, was busy working somewhere. The living room was very quiet, which made the man's voice deeper and gentler, "Except for the breakup, there is nothing else." It will be all right."
She obviously wanted to talk, but she didn't say anything yet, and he just said so much first.
Chi Huan looked at his face, raised her lips and smiled, "You listen to what I want to say, and you do whatever I ask for... But before I even opened my mouth, you blocked me and didn't allow me to break up. How could you do that?" You are like this."
A typical example of suppressing desires before asserting them. It is obvious that the domineering nature is not on the surface, but it is clearly the strength buried deep in the bones.
Mo Shiqian's narrowed eyes started to stir up little by little, and his hoarse voice became tight, "You want to break up?"
Chi Huan looked at him, some emotions were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow them or spit them out.
"I don't blame you, nor do I blame you... This matter is not your fault," she looked at the less hot tea and smiled softly, "I made the choice myself, and of course I am responsible for the consequences. Why? It’s not your fault.”
Who is to blame
She didn't actually know who to blame, Lawrence
She put the water glass on the coffee table, intertwining her fingers with each other, "I... I'm very tired these days, my heart is very confused, and my mind is very confused... I don't know how to face myself, so I don't know... how I should face it. to you… "
"so what?"
If the man stares at her intently, should she still want to break up with him
If she has to break up...
This sentence ran through his mind, causing waves and a bit of uncontrollable panic.
But he calmed down immediately, and his thoughts were coldly clear.
He won't split it, no matter what.
Chi Huan looked into his eyes and opened his mouth several times without making any sound. Finally, he said softly, "I want to be quiet..."