Her back followed the man's movements and was pressed against the door panel. In front of her eyes was the man's handsome face with a deep and sincere face under the bright and pale light. The two of them were facing each other silently, even the servants who were there just now. , and they all kept silent in understanding.
She raised her face and her expression calmed down, "I'm not a teenage girl. I'm not afraid of thunder or lightning. As for the heavy rain... it's raining a bit hard, but it doesn't matter. I'll go home and take a shower and cook." After drinking the ginger soup, I can go to sleep directly. I am in good health and have no problems."
As she said that, she reached out to pry his fingers again.
But this time, Mo Shichen didn't let her succeed. He held her hand expressionlessly and turned around to walk back.
Wen Yi was almost dragged by him, unable to break free, and unable to compete with the man's strength, so she could only be dragged away staggeringly, "Mo Shichen, what are you doing?"
Mo Shichen ignored her at all, and didn't even look back. He only turned his head towards the servant who was watching the couple quarreling and stayed in the corner to reduce his presence and ordered coldly, "Cook a bowl of ginger." Tea, bring it over when it's ready."
The servant quickly said yes.
The man's movements did not show any scruples about caring for her, but were rather rough. He had an undeniable sense of strength that would drag her up regardless of whether she obeyed or struggled.
Wen Yi's wrists turned red from being clasped by his fingers.
He pulled her to the bedroom door—
This was their former wedding room, the master bedroom. Of course Wen Yi recognized it, but she struggled again in vain.
After that night in Jiangcheng, she was instinctively afraid and repulsed by being in the same room with this man, especially the bedroom. What's more, although this manor was in her name, this place belonged to him. <>
There was another "bang", and the door was kicked open by the man's long legs.
He obviously had one free hand and could turn the doorknob, but he insisted on kicking it so hard that the whole floor shook.
Wen Yi was thrown into the room with his backhand.
Mo Shichen stood at the door, calmly turned on the light, and then closed the door.
The light suddenly turned on, and the familiar scene that had been buried deep in her memory suddenly came to her before her eyes. She was a little at a loss for a moment, and subconsciously took a look -
The huge wedding photo was so big and conspicuous that she couldn't even see it.
Her eyes paused on it for a few seconds, then quickly looked away.
She looked at the man standing in front of the door who was not close to her, pursed her lips and said coldly, "What are you going to do?"
Mo Shichen looked at her with deep silence.
Compared with her quick and elegant style, she even looks a bit embarrassed now. Her short hair is half wet and messy. The same is true for her clothes. The off-shoulder sweater that she originally pulled up was pulled all the way by the man. Half of her shoulders were exposed again, and there was still wet rain on her face.
But this indescribable abjection made her seem to have shed her elegant and arrogant mask, and became flesh and blood.
His Adam's apple twitched, and when he spoke again, he had returned to his calm state, "My hair and clothes are all wet. Go take a hot shower and change into dry clothes."
Wen Yi was too lazy to argue with him. Spilling the wooden box of letters out of the window just now seemed to have exhausted all her efforts tonight, and she suddenly became tired. She raised her hand to support her forehead, "Mo Shichen , I just want to go home and sleep.<>”
Why does this man insist on having trouble with her
Mo Shichen said calmly, "It's pointless to argue about these things, Wen Yi."
"It's boring, why are you wasting so much effort?"
"I told you, it's raining heavily and thundering, it's very dangerous."
"I also said I'm not afraid..."
The man interrupted her calmly, "I'm afraid, okay?"
Wen Yi looked at him silently and did not move.
"Do you want me to drain you, or do you want me to take off your clothes?"
"I've changed my clothes. You don't want me to sleep with you here... and make a human with you so that Mo Shiqian can let Li Qianrui go, right?"
Mo Shichen smiled and said, "If you want to create a human being, I can do it without you taking a shower or changing clothes."
It was quiet for a while.
Wen Yi could see that this man had no intention of compromising. She pursed her lips and said, "I don't have any clothes to change."
"You go in, and I'll get you some clothes."
She looked at him indifferently for a few seconds, then walked in expressionlessly.
It wasn't until the door closed and the sound of shower water came from inside that Mo Shichen turned around and opened the bedroom door, went to the cloakroom next door and brought in a set of women's clothes -
These are probably the clothes she didn't take away five years ago. When the servants were packing them up, they were afraid that she would have nothing to wear when she came back, so they washed and dried them again. Although the styles were a bit outdated, at least they were dry. <>
When Wen Yi came out wrapped in a bathrobe after taking a shower, she saw neat clothes placed at the end of the bed, and there was no man in the bedroom.
She frowned, walked over without thinking, took her clothes back to the bathroom, put them on, wiped her wet short hair with a dry towel, and walked towards the door without thinking about blowing it.
She wasn't going to spend the night here, so she still wanted to go back.
But it wasn't until she reached for the door that she realized it was locked.
… … …
The pouring rain outside did not stop, but continued all night long.
Even though a big black umbrella was tightly covering the man's head, it still couldn't prevent the wind from blowing the rain onto his body, making most of his body wet.
In addition to Mo Shichen, who was holding a big black umbrella, he was accompanied by two tall men who looked like bodyguards, also holding umbrellas. One held a flashlight, and the other held a wooden box.
Under the study room on the second floor is the garden grass.
Mo Shichen squatted down and picked up one of the envelopes that fell down under the light of the flashlight.
The handwriting of the pen has been soaked by the rain and cannot be read clearly.
He took it in his hand and looked at it. In the dimness of the night, no one could see the expression on his face clearly.
He waved to the bodyguard holding the wooden box, who immediately put the wooden box at his feet knowingly.
Mo Shichen threw the envelope in,
The bodyguard glanced at him and silently held the umbrella over the wooden box. Although it was actually soaked, his clothes were soaked anyway.
Hundreds or even thousands of letters were scattered everywhere. Fortunately, there was only grass in this area, no shrubs or other vegetation, so you could see them all at a glance.
Mo Shichen didn't speak, but the two bodyguards had a tacit understanding. One held the wooden box in one hand and held an umbrella in the other, while the other held a flashlight and umbrella in one hand. Occasionally, he bent down to help the man pick it up.
"Sir," the man holding the wooden box couldn't help but said in a voice like water in the boiling rain, "it's raining so hard that all these letters are already wet. Even if they are dried, the contents cannot be discerned."