After hanging up the phone, Mo Shiqian threw the phone back on the coffee table, half-closed his eyes and said softly, "Help me push the wheelchair over."
You can still use a wheelchair at home, but it is necessary to go out.
Chi Huan looked at him for a while, then took off the blanket, got up and walked to the wheelchair place without saying a word.
I was afraid it was late at night and winter, so the bodyguard and his men arrived quickly.
While waiting for half an hour, Chi Huan had already gone upstairs to sort out all the luggage and documents that she should have sorted before but had not.
The suitcase was carried down by the bodyguard.
She followed.
Mo Shiqian looked at her, glanced at the bodyguard carrying the suitcase, and said calmly, "You guys go out and wait."
"Okay, Mr. Mo."
The bodyguard carried the suitcase and went out first, then waited outside the door.
Chi Huan clasped his fingers together, lowered his head and pursed his lips to look at him, and said dryly, "You're here... send me a text message. If Mu Xi is okay... just call me."
"Wait for me at home."
She nodded.
"It's still early. Go back upstairs to sleep. I'll talk to Ma Li about family matters. I need to go out and take Anke with me... If nothing happens, I'll stay at home these days, eh?"
She tried her best to smile and said, "Okay."
Mo Shiqian looked at her face and said calmly, "Go upstairs first."
Chi Huan took two steps back and was about to turn around, but still didn't.
"Do you blame me?"
He didn't say a word of blame, he didn't say harsh words, and he didn't say harsh words, but...
This indifferent and silent attitude makes people feel more uneasy than any blame.
She would rather he lose his temper and call her selfish.
The man stared at her face for a while and then said very calmly, "Why do you blame me?" He pulled his lips, "This is not your fault, go back to sleep peacefully."
Chi Huan said nothing, walked to the coffee table, picked up his mobile phone, and walked upstairs.
A man's deep voice came from behind, "Good night, Huanhuan."
She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, turned her head and smiled at him, "Be careful on the road."
Chi Huan returned to the bedroom, lying on his bed and looking at the ceiling.
The sound of the engine gradually became muffled.
After tossing and turning for two hours, she fell asleep in a daze after receiving a text message from the man boarding the plane.
… …
Mo Shiqian finally called her in the evening the next day after he left.
Chi Huan's cell phone was usually on silent and vibrating, but she set it to ringtone because she was afraid of missing his movie. She was making a cake when the call came.
When her cell phone rang, she ignored the flour on her hands and wiped it on her body casually before running over to pick up the cell phone placed on the table behind her and answered the call, "Mo Shiqian."
The man's voice was very deep, suppressed by a layer of oppression. Even though his tone was calm, he said, "Huanhuan, I can't return home for the time being."
She wiped the flour on her left hand violently, and pursed her lips when she heard this, "Why... what?"
Did something happen to Mu Xi
Something happened to Fengxing...
"Feng Xing is injured and Xixi is missing."
Chi Huan was stunned, bit his lip and asked, "Gone...what do you mean?"
"When they redeemed people, they brought a Chinese girl who was not Xixi. Because of this, Fengxing had a violent conflict with them and was shot and injured... The headquarters of the human trafficking group was surrounded and there were many trafficked women inside. But no Sisi.”
He paused for a second and continued calmly, "The result of the forced confession is that they said that Xixi escaped two days ago and that no one can be found yet."
Chi Huan wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.
Did Mu Xi really escape, or were the kidnappers lying
"Feng Xing...how are you injured?"
"The injury is not serious. I need to rest for a while."
"Can Xixi... be found?"
The other end of the phone fell silent.
After a while, the man said calmly, "I will find her."
He didn't say it, but Chi Huan was vaguely aware of how difficult it was to find Mu Xi in Mexico.
Because she had no documents, it was difficult to leave any traces. No traces meant no clues.
In a strange country, and a country with imperfect social institutions, trying to find someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
not to mention…
How likely is it that something will happen to a girl in a place where she doesn't speak the same language
Chi Huan bit his lip, hesitated for a while, and then asked, "Can I... come over?"
Mo Shiqian said nothing.
"I may not be able to do anything for you, but you are injured by Feng Xing. At least I can take care of you, and... I am alone at home and worried about you. I can't sleep because of worry."
He said calmly, "My home is safe. I am most assured that you are in Lancheng."
She closed her eyes, "Don't worry...but I don't."
"Huanhuan, no."
"Why? Didn't you say that the human traffickers have been rounded up? You were in Mexico because Feng Xing was injured and you still wanted to find Xixi. I was not in danger in the past..."
The man's voice was still light and quiet, "Be obedient and stay at home."
"But… "
"I'm going to get busy. I'll call you when I have time," Mo Shiqian said in a low voice without giving her another chance to speak, "Huanhuan, I'm very tired, please make me feel at ease, okay?"
"okay, I get it."
"It's evening in China now, you go have dinner."
"Well," Chi Huan's voice was very soft, "You also have to take care of yourself."
"Bye."
"Bye-Bye."
After hanging up the phone, Chi Huan stood there, looking at the phone, feeling lost for a long time.
His sister was kidnapped, his best brother was injured, and he himself was injured.
In the final analysis, is it all because of her
Without her, Mo Shiqian would agree to inherit ld-sur... Since he can accept the position of president of Asia, he can also go to Paris.
Even if it was a marriage, he wouldn't care much about it, because he had no big feelings about which woman he would spend his life with.
And there was nothing she could do for him.
Even...even the mood and burden couldn't be broken down for him.
Whether it was his injury or the situation in Mexico, he would always downplay it.
Is she so fragile that she doesn’t even have the courage to know this, or—
Doesn't he habitually bear his burden with anyone
If so, why is he so persistent in wanting her...
… …
Fifteen days later.
In the past half month, Mo Shiqian took time to call her every day. Sometimes he would chat for a long time, but more often he would hang up in a hurry.
He rarely told her about his situation there, preferring to ask her about the same life at home.
Feng Xing's injury is still not healed, and there is still no news about Mu Xi.
He never mentioned when he would return to China.
Naturally, Chi Huan couldn't ask.
Even though she is counting the days every day waiting for him to come back.