Wen Yi looked at him, then at the closed door of the ward, a smile broke out on her face again, and she said in a lazy voice, "You're already here, why don't you go and see Miss Li? I think she is hopeless." It seems that someone might not have figured it out and followed her father... Then I will have to add something to my future life experience - the father and daughter who forced their husbands and saviors to death."
Mo Shichen looked at her funny, pinched her cheek with his fingers, and said calmly, "I'm here to pick you up."
"Oh..." Wen Yi prolonged her tone and let him squeeze her lightly, "Master Mo, when I'm not here, you go to the airport to pick me up in person. Once I'm here, you can pick me up through a door." I don’t even go to visit you. To be honest, your behavior is too deliberate, and it won’t make people think you are guilty.”
Mo Shichen looked down at her, took back his hand, nodded and smiled, "Okay, I'll go in and say hello, and I'll take you to dinner later. Just wait for me for a minute."
Wen Yi smiled at him, then raised her wrist in a gesture, "The timer has started. Don't wait until it expires."
“…”
He glanced at her, released his hold on her waist, walked to the door, turned the doorknob and walked in.
Li Qianrui still maintained the same posture as when Wen Yi left. When someone came in, she seemed not to hear anything at all, sitting still like a sculpture.
Mo Shichen stood in the center of the ward, looking at her silent and slender figure silently. After about twenty seconds, his voice broke the tomb-like silence, "You have a good rest these two days, and the day after tomorrow Father is buried, I will come to pick you up in the morning."
She didn't speak or react.
"Qian Rui," the man said calmly, "I know you feel sad and desperate now, but don't think about it. It has no meaning other than depriving yourself of life."
Li Qianrui finally moved. She turned around. There were dried tears on her face. Her eyes were empty and empty. She smiled and said, "You are telling me that if I commit suicide like my father, you will not commit suicide." Will I regret or feel guilty about this, so I don’t need to do this?”
"Yes," the man's beautiful thin lips uttered one word in a leisurely manner. He looked at the hope floating in her eyes and finished the rest of the words in an unchanging tone, "But it won't be long. The longer it takes, the worse it will be." By chance, until I can’t remember it anymore.”
The glimmer of light in Li Qianrui's eyes extinguished instantly.
Mo Shichen withdrew his gaze, turned and left.
After closing the door, he looked at the woman leaning against the wall, staring down at her watch, and smiled, "Madam, if I give you more than one minute and you really plan to leave your husband and be with another woman, just Are you leaving like this?"
"Fifty-four seconds," Wen Yi lowered her left hand to her side, looked up at him, and smiled slightly, "Of course that won't work. I have to wait for the eldest son to come out, then put off the unhappy look on his face, and then get angry again. Leave.”
"Then do I have to come out seven seconds later to give you, madam, a chance to show off?"
She glanced at him lazily, and then yawned unconsciously. She frowned as she felt sleepy. Before Mo Shichen could react, she had already taken two steps forward and wrapped her arms around him. She grabbed the man's waist, buried her head in his chest, and muttered, "I'm sleepy and hungry."
Her action made Mo Shichen's heart feel weak, as if something had collapsed slightly. He hugged her body back and asked softly, "Eat first or sleep first?"
"have no idea."
He smiled and said in a low voice, "I'll take you to eat something you like, and then go back to take a shower and go to bed."
"Um."
… …
When I came back to Jiangcheng, I had a feeling that things were different and people were different.
Mo Shichen dismissed the driver and drove himself. He said he would take her to the restaurant where she had a "blind date" a few months ago to make up for the meal she wanted to eat but lost her appetite after the conversation.
Wen Yi sat in the passenger seat, supporting her head casually, aimlessly scanning the scenery outside the car window, and teasing him with her chin propped up, "When the eldest son returns to this place, people have become more down-to-earth, and they are in person again." He drove a car and even condescended to go to a restaurant to eat."
The man turned his head to look at her, curled his lips and said, "I thought you liked it very much and thought it was sweet."
Wen Yi affirmed without hesitation, "Not bad."
"Be practical."
"Drive well and I'll give you something practical when I get off the car."
Mo Shichen hummed, looked forward, and concentrated on driving. After a while, the curve of the corners of his lips was reduced, and the expression on his face gradually returned to calmness, and there was even an indescribable gloominess between his eyebrows.
But Wen Yi was indeed a little sleepy due to jet lag, so she closed her eyes and took a nap, and fell asleep unconsciously. She was suddenly awakened when the car suddenly slowed down.
Then the handsome and silent face of the man in the driver's seat came into her sight.
She was slightly startled, but silently. After the speed of the car stabilized, she closed her eyes again.
The man driving the car was probably immersed in his own thoughts. He was so distracted that he didn't notice that the woman next to him fell asleep and woke up.
The car stopped in front of the restaurant. Mo Shichen took off his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car. He walked around the front of the car to the passenger door, opened the door, and raised his lips with a doting look. He held out his hand to her.
It is now around five o'clock in the evening, a little early for dinner, so there are few people and cars outside the restaurant. However, in this season of this place, although the sunset does not have a western mountain, it is just above the sea level.
The color of the sunset is orange-red, which is beautiful.
It enveloped his slender and handsome figure, and the leakage fell on her face and hair.
Wen Yi got out of the car, and when her feet landed, the car door was closed by the man's outstretched arm.
He naturally took her hand and turned to walk into the restaurant.
But she stood there, refusing to move.
Mo Shichen turned back to look at her.
Due to Jiangcheng's geographical location, the temperature was not too low even in early winter. Wen Yi wore a mid-length fringed cardigan and sweater. Her shoulder-length short hair was slightly messy by the sea breeze, losing her elegance and adding a feminine touch. The smell of fireworks, her hand was held in his palm, and her eyes looked at him like this.
He turned around and took a step towards her. His tall body almost blocked her from the sea breeze. He ruffled her hair with his fingers and sighed softly, "Are you feeling depressed because you haven't had enough sleep?"
"Mo Shichen," she no longer called him Mr. Mo as she did when teasing or taunting him.
Mo Shichen narrowed his eyes, locking her face with his increasingly deep gaze.
She said quietly, "Don't coax me just to coax me. Tell me your true words. Do you feel that my presence here makes you embarrassed and tired, because you have to pack up your mood and hide your sadness to accompany me?" It makes you tired.”