Su Yabing is her biggest opponent, but she is only one of them.
As long as she goes in now, tomorrow will still be her grand wedding.
She knew very well that if she had to choose between her and Su Yabing, Mo Xigu would definitely choose her.
However, even though there were countless reasons to persuade her to go in, she still sat motionless in the driver's seat, looking at the windshield wipers that kept running, until the dark sky gradually deepened.
The world outside the car seemed to be filled with nothing but heavy rain.
She looked up at the tall lamp in front of the villa. The rain was particularly beautiful in the orange light.
It was completely dark.
Chi Huan reached out and took out his phone, tapped the screen, and the time was clearly displayed on the lock screen.
18:13.
An hour has passed.
She pushed the door open and got out of the car, and the cold rain and cold wind instantly covered her.
Chi Huan walked to the door of the villa and stood under the light. The shadow was stretched out and raindrops fell on it.
She raised her hand to press the password, and then she remembered in vain that Mo Xigu didn't tell her the password the last time she came here, and she didn't know how to get in.
He retracted his hand and dropped it back to his side.
She took out her mobile phone, opened her address book, and clicked on the word "西古" to dial out.
It's damp and cold outside the villa, but it's bright and warm inside.
in the living room.
Su Yabing's wet clothes have been changed, and her hair has been blown dry. There are several bottles of wine on the coffee table, and she is drinking one cup after another.
Mo Xigu tried to stop her at first, but Su Yabing held the wine glass and raised her face to smile at him, "Do you want me to attend your wedding tomorrow to see how beautiful your bride is in her wedding dress?"
He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Ya Bing."
"I won't go tomorrow. Today, this glass... will be your wedding wine." She drank it all in one gulp, with a bit of drunkenness in her eyes. She emptied the glass and said with a smile, "I'll drink to you." random."
Mo Xigu stared at her pale and thin face for a while, and finally poured a glass of wine without saying a word, raised his head to finish the drink, put the glass down, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, between us, I am the one who is sorry for you. "
She was forced to go abroad because of him, and she was obsessed with him under Yang Hao's madness and violence. She was even imprisoned and drugged by his mother, but she refused to commit herself to Yang Hao. But he will marry another woman tomorrow.
Su Yabing looked at him, giggling, and then continued to pour wine, drinking herself one cup after another.
When the phone on the coffee table vibrated, there were already two empty wine bottles.
Su Yabing was about to pour the wine when she saw the word "Chi Huan" displayed on the screen at a glance, which stung her eyes.
Mo Xigu also saw it.
After a few seconds, he still reached out to pick it up, swiped to answer it, and said in an extremely low voice, "Chi Huan."
The woman's voice on the phone was the same as before, "Xigu, where are you?"
Mo Xigu fell silent, looked at the woman who was smiling palely, and closed his eyes, "In the company, is there anything wrong?"
There was no word for a while.
He asked again, "Chi Huan, is something wrong?"
"Yes, come to my house and find me. I'll wait for you."
He frowned, "What's the matter?"
"important things."
"okay, I get it."
"I'm waiting for you."
He hummed, hung up the phone, and was about to get the car keys, but before his fingers touched him, he was suddenly hugged by a soft woman, and then followed closely by a random, eager, and unstructured kiss. It fell on his lips with trembling and madness.
Su Yabing half-knelt on the carpet, looking up at him with a face full of tears, "Don't... go... Xigu, I love you. During those years in the United States, I thought about you every day... "
She burst into tears, "Your mother gave me that kind of medicine... I also think about you. How could you regard this as your and her new house... How could you..."
As she spoke intermittently, she threw herself into his arms, wrapped her hands around his neck, and kissed him desperately again.
Outside the villa door.
Chi Huan lowered his head and looked at the screen of his mobile phone, which was soaked by the rain and was blurry.
16:50.
It's been half an hour since I hung up the phone.
… …
Box in 1999.
Feng Xing held a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the expressionless man drinking on the sofa opposite, squinted his eyes and sneered, "Dumped?"
Mo Shiqian's face was cold and he didn't even raise his eyes.
Just because he didn't raise his eyes, he didn't see Feng Xing's coquettish and evil face behind the blue-white smoke.
When he was drinking his second glass of wine, Mo Shiqian's eyebrows suddenly furrowed heavily. He looked up at Feng Xing's interested expression across from him and asked in a cold voice, "What did you put in my wine?"
Feng Xing took off the cigarette from his thin lips and smiled lightly, "It's the medicine you found for Chi Huan last time."
Mo Shiqian's eyebrows were gloomy, "Are you crazy?"
It wasn't that he was an afterthought, and if there was anyone in the world who could make Mo Shiqian undefended, it would be Feng Xing.
Who would have thought that he would give him an aphrodisiac when he was so idle
Feng Xing blew out a smoke ring, spread his hands slightly, with a thin smile on his lips, and said lazily, "6437, you are a fucking man, so you went to sleep with Liang Manyue, are you waiting for her to turn green on your head?" grassland?"
Mo Shiqian's handsome face was still cold and indifferent.
Feng Xing kicked him over with his long legs and laughed mercilessly, "Are you missing a fucking part? If I have a fiancée, waiting until she is eighteen years old would be the end of my benevolence. Why wait?" Marriage, why are you so innocent? Do you believe that if it were later, Tang Yueze would marry her first? "
Mo Shiqian raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and said sarcastically, "You are faster than anyone else. You did it to that woman when she was not even eighteen years old. You took her from the army to prison. She is now your?"
The coquettish look in Feng Xing's eyebrows disappeared, and instantly turned into a thick sinister look.
Mo Shiqian held the wine glass, the blood in his body had begun to heat up, and there was a faint urge in his lower abdomen.
He frowned, put down the wine glass, and stood up. His handsome face was still as calm as an ascetic, without any fluctuations, and there was no disorder in the steps taken by his long legs.
Pulling the door handle with his hand, he said in a cold voice, "6437?"
"roll!"
Mo Shiqian walked out.
6437, of course he also knew what password Feng Xing would set for him, and the door opened as soon as he pushed it.
Walking through the entrance hall, you can see Liang Manyue sitting restlessly on the sofa.
Seeing him appear, she stood up from the sofa, with some shock and anger on her face, "Did you... ask someone to tie me up?"