Because there are a lot of things—
This wasn't the first time she moved out of Mo Shiqian's villa, but it was the first time she moved away completely.
It happened that Gezi arrived in the company's van, so Chi Huan asked him to go to Mo Shiqian's villa with her.
The villa was still the same villa, but it was no longer the one she was familiar with.
Because it's too deserted.
When I opened the door, there was no Ma Li walking in front of me. There was no servant or chef. Although they rarely talked to each other, they were gone now...
The villa was as deserted and quiet as a tomb.
She didn't see Mo Shiqian either.
Gezi asked, "Sister Huan, is there anyone here?"
No one has lived here since Mo Shiqian was hospitalized. It took almost two months for a layer of dust to spread everywhere, making it look even more deserted and unpopular.
"You wait on the sofa, I'll go up and take a look."
"Okay, Sister Huan."
Chi Huan was still wearing high heels today, but the stairs and corridors were carpeted, so even if he stepped on them, he wouldn't make any obvious sound.
The first floor is empty and the second floor is quiet. The lights in the corridor are not turned on, making it even more dark.
Looking from the top of the stairs, only the door of Mo Shiqian's study was slightly open, and she walked directly over.
Standing at the door, she immediately saw the man sitting behind the desk.
He was wearing a dark green v-neck sweater on his upper body. He was handsome and cold, with a calm temperament. The man lowered his head slightly, but his eyes were raised, staring at the photo frame on the desk for a moment.
His expression was very indifferent. If he hadn't stared for too long and his eyes were too focused, people might think that he was only looking at insignificant things, or even just lost in thought.
Chi Huan naturally knew what the photo in the frame was.
It's a photo of them together.
She "forcibly" took the photo, and she washed it out, found the album, and "forcibly" placed it on his desk.
As she stood there, she hadn't decided whether to make a sound or what to start with. The man seemed to sense her presence and turned to look over.
He looked normal and said in a calm voice, "Your things are all in the bedroom, bathroom, your study, and cloakroom. Do you need me to find someone to help you clean them?"
"No... no need."
The man hummed and looked away.
The notebook on the desk was open. He moved his fingers and the light on the screen came back on.
He had no intention of talking to her again, so it was naturally impossible for Chi Huan to take the initiative to talk to him again. After standing for a while, he turned around and left.
After the figure at the door disappeared, Mo Shiqian raised his head again and looked at the empty place.
He didn't look away for a long time.
Chi Huan took out her suitcase and put all her things in it mechanically.
Until the man's deep and indifferent voice sounded behind her, "Even the used towels have to be put in. How many suitcases are you going to stuff? Are you in short supply of these things?"
Her hand paused, and then she put the towel back in her hand.
When I reached out again, I found that after being reminded like this, there seemed to be nothing I really "need" to take back.
They are all daily necessities, towels, toothbrushes, toiletries, etc...
She then hugged what she was already holding in her hands, turned around and walked out, passing by him without any physical contact.
Chi Huan went to get the pajamas and nightdresses placed in the bedroom closet and arranged them absentmindedly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man walking out.
She didn't know what he came in for, it seemed like he just said something to her.
Chi Huan packed everything by himself. Except for these words, he never came out again and stayed in the study.
This was the first time she had packed her bags by herself while he was around.
After scanning the bathroom, bedroom, and cloakroom, she finally came to the study.
Some of her professional books, her frequently used notebooks, and many miscellaneous things were put into a suitcase. Finally, she opened the drawer, and the few things she put in were still neatly placed there. .
Two watches and a ring.
I touched it with my fingers one by one, wanting to take it out several times, but never picked it up.
She recalled carefully, if she and Mo Shiqian broke up, would there be anything else commemorative besides these...
He doesn't often give her gifts...
It's just that he usually has everything she needs in place, but it's basically daily. They don't spend a long time together. Birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine's Day... they have never been together.
Mo Shiqian was sitting at his desk. The screen of his laptop dimmed and brightened. After a while, it dimmed again. He clicked on the touchpad again to light it up.
He used to feel that he couldn't concentrate on his work when she was in front of him, but now that she was just on the same floor with him, it was so distracting that he couldn't concentrate at all.
All she could think about was what she was doing now.
So he noticed it the first second the footsteps sounded at the door.
But he didn't raise his head, still looking at the laptop screen, looking very serious.
Chi Huan walked up to him and placed the brocade box in front of him, "Mo Shiqian."
The man raised his eyelids and saw what she pushed in front of his eyes.
His fingers tightened unconsciously, and his thin lips pursed, but the contour lines became even more indifferent, and his voice was tight and cold, "Your things, whether they are bought by me or given as gifts, are all given to you. I don’t recycle your trash.”
Rubbish.
Chi Huan bit his lower lip, "I know, I took everything else with me except the ring."
Mo Shiqian looked up at her, holding the ring box in his hand with his fingers, and a sneer appeared on his thin lips, "What do you think is the use of keeping this ring? Give it to another woman? I won't give it to you." A ring that a woman has given to other women.”
Chi Huan's heart was filled with confusion.
No matter how natural things are, it will inevitably cause heartache.
She turned her face to the side and said calmly, "Isn't it quite expensive? Let's resell it. You shouldn't waste it if you have money. Besides, you gave me all your money and you are probably already poor."
Mo Shiqian stared at her face.
In the past, it was easy for him to judge her emotions, and it was not even difficult to guess her heart, but now he can't even be sure of himself, let alone the other person's thoughts.
But she did look a little unhappy.
He narrowed his eyes little by little and said softly, "Give me your watch back."
Chi Huan turned to look at him, seemingly in disbelief.
She could guess that he refused to ask for a ring, but when he asked her for a watch, she never expected it.
But she brought three things together.
Chi Huan gave him the watch with a red strap that he later gave her. "This is new. I've never worn it."
Mo Shiqian stared into her eyes and said, "I'm talking about the golden one."
"Why? I've been wearing that for months."
She just wanted to keep this.