It was still very early, and the sky was just dawning.
The quiet light made her eyebrows and eyes quiet. Her voice was very light, but there was a hint of a cold smile in it, "You don't like me, and I don't bother to quarrel with you. Avoid it." It gives us time to think and deal with the problem, otherwise, do you think we should separate directly?"
Mo Shichen's pupils suddenly shrank, and his voice that was still slightly hoarse in the morning became so cold, "Wen Yi!"
She raised the corner of her lips and said calmly, "You don't have to act like this as soon as you hear that we are separated. It's not that I want to separate from you because something happens. It's just... If you can't find Li Qianrui, she just disappears into the vast crowd." Hai Zhong, do you feel uncomfortable if you continue to be with me? Besides, if she is found by you, but suffers any mental or physical trauma during this period, depending on your guilt and old feelings for her, , naturally it is impossible to leave her alone again. You have seen now that I am cold-blooded and narrow-minded... I don’t need to elaborate on what will happen then, right? "
The man spoke slowly, "Just because I said some harsh words to you yesterday morning, you have reached this point?"
"Did you just say a few harsh words about me?" Wen Yi brushed her hair, pursed her lips and smiled, "You may not know it yourself, except for the time when you insisted on being Li Ru and protecting Li Qianrui, Ever since you decided to accept Mo Shichen back to Paris, you have never said harsh words to me or criticized me... It's not because you are really tolerant of me, nor because you think I can't find fault, Just because you knew you wanted to coax me into chasing me, you put on your best attitude..."
Her fair and beautiful face was as quiet and cool as the morning air, "I also know that if you weren't so angry at that time and your reason couldn't suppress your emotions, even if you were dissatisfied with me, you wouldn't directly express your dissatisfaction with me. Question me... But you are such a rational man, sometimes I can’t even imagine what could make you lose your mind.”
Mo Shichen looked at her. When she was speaking this long line, his eyes were staring at her for a moment, and his handsome face was gradually stained with a layer of fatigue, "Wen Yi, her father When he died, I confessed to you that his death made me feel guilty and heavy, right?"
She pursed her lips and said nothing.
"Didn't I care enough about your feelings when I was dealing with Li Qianrui's affairs? You didn't like me being involved with her, so I cut off all the channels through which she could contact me, and no one in Jiangcheng was allowed to do anything for her anymore. The matter comes to me." The man bent his knees and put his hands on his knees casually. He locked his eyes on her face and spoke calmly. His eyes seemed to lock her in place, "But Madam, I will accommodate you. When you were talking to her, couldn't you consider my position for a moment? Or do you think that even if she died and was abducted and sold for a living, I could only watch her with cold eyes, so that I could show my loyalty to you? "
Wen Yi smiled, turned away, and looked elsewhere. Then her eyes fell back on him, "Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo, do you think they are kind to you? OK, I have no objection. You Should I personally arrange the funeral arrangements and bury Li Qianrui’s father, or should I give Li Qianrui a house, money, and job to compensate her? I haven’t said a word, and I have expressed my understanding to you, but—”
Her tone changed leisurely, "They cheated on my relationship and money, and they secretly hid my husband for five years. Husband and wife should be of the same mind, but they are kind to you." , to me, it is hatred. I think that in this matter, the tacit equality between us is that I do not ask you to stand on my side and regard them as enemies, and you do not expect me to fight with you. They are grateful... And from the incident to today, I have never touched or wanted to touch a hair on their head. This is the greatest accommodation to you. Or do you think that I am a generous person by nature?"
The man's eyes flashed, and there was an undercurrent passing through his eyes.
Wen Yi stopped looking at him and walked towards the bathroom.
When she walked to the door, the man who had regained his composure came from behind, "Her father's suicide is not enough to apologize to you, nor can it make you feel a little bit moved, right?"
Wen Yi's throat moved, wanting to say something, but in the end she didn't utter any syllables.
She walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
… …
Wen Yi washed her hands in an orderly manner in front of the sink. After washing her face, she looked at her face full of water drops in the mirror. She raised her hand to comb her short, half-length hair with her fingers, then relaxed and adjusted her breathing before turning around and going out.
As soon as the door opened, the man's slender and tall body blocked the doorway.
He was still wearing a nightgown, with slightly messy short black hair, and a faint gloominess on his handsome and plain face.
He looked down at her, as if he had maintained this action for a long time, so when she opened the door, she met his gaze without warning.
Wen Yi's eyes fell from his face to somewhere else, "I just thought about it, I will move back home for a few days."
The man's face became more and more gloomy, "You're going to separate from me if we have a quarrel?"
"Young Master, our quarrel is not about this," she smiled lowly, "You think that I stood by indifferently and cold-bloodedly. I could have saved a life with just one word, but I turned a blind eye to save a woman who had stumbled. And they happen to be the ones you care about. People... This is indeed the case. I don’t deny that this thorn has pierced your heart. I’ll give you time to deal with it and give you time to think clearly, okay?”
Mo Shichen looked at her lightly and deeply from a high position.
She smiled slightly and said, "Besides, I don't think you still have the energy and time to deal with me while you are dealing with your work and trying your best to find Li Qianrui."
She walked past him.
"Wen Yi," Mo Shichen raised his head. He looked at the clean mirror in front of the sink, which reflected his front face and half of the woman's back. "Do you love me? You are with me because you love me." , or just to make ends meet?”
When she was with him, he felt that she loved him. Even though her emotions and feelings were neither reserved nor exposed, he could feel it.
But at this moment, he also understood clearly that suddenly they were going to separate, and she would not hold back, but would leave neatly.
She didn't answer and left.
Love him
When she heard this sentence, two answers flashed through her mind.
Love is not what it used to be.
Even if she doesn't love him, she can't honestly tell herself that she doesn't love this man at all.