Wen Yi frowned, held her breath, and glanced sideways at his hand on her shoulder, "Can you be gentler?"
He followed her line of sight and looked over. He was startled, but relaxed his strength the next second, then retracted his hand and dropped it to his side. A pair of dark eyes stared at her deeply, and his tone was tired and helpless, "What do you want? How about it?"
"Don't you always know what I want to do?"
The man's body seemed to stand a little straighter, more upright and colder, "You want me to stop caring about her life and death from now on?"
Wen Yi said nothing and looked away with a smile.
Mo Shichen looked at her forlorn side face and asked again in the same tone, "I can't even look at her now, otherwise it will be a mistake after mistake, and you will never forgive me, right? "
The word "forgive" seemed to have a mocking flavor.
"Wen Yi," his emotions settled and calmed down, and all the dark complexities faded away, and he was as quiet and deep as a ball of ink, "I was wrong to deceive you this time just to accommodate you. In fact, I It is impossible to give up everything and unconditionally accommodate a woman. Her father is dead and she has been tortured. This can't relieve the hatred in your heart. I just need some time to solve it and achieve the effect you want. You still don't want it. Ken, if she has to die, or if I have to watch her die without caring about it in order to satisfy you, please forgive me but I can't do it."
Mo Shichen paused for a moment. He turned his head and glanced in the direction of the villa, and said lightly, "It's cold, b. Send your Miss Wen back."
After that, he stopped looking at Wen Yi and turned around to leave.
Two meters later, he heard the woman's voice behind him, "Now that our tolerance and compromise for each other have been exhausted, it is the best time to separate."
Mo Shichen's figure paused, looking a bit tense and stiff from a distance.
But after Wen Yi said this, she finally stood up straight and no longer leaned on the car. Instead, she opened the car door, said "drive" to b, and got in the car directly.
Naturally, b didn't pay too much attention to him. He just raised his head and quickly opened the driver's door and got in the car.
The Maybach reversed and left.
Wen Yi didn't squint, and the man never looked back.
in the car.
b From time to time, he looks in the rearview mirror at Wen Yi sitting behind him.
Wen Yi raised her head and said, "If you have something to say, just say it."
b hesitated for a few seconds, then spoke in a low voice, "It may be that Mr. Mo was not in a good mood just now when he heard that Li Qianrui committed suicide. Miss Wen, if you don't let Mr. Mo see her in this situation, you will only be advantageous. woman."
Wen Yi supported her head, closed her eyes and smiled, "Do you think she really wants to die?"
"She knew Mr. Mo would come over."
Wen Yi said calmly, "How could someone who really wants to die choose that time?"
"But Young Master Mo doesn't know"
"He just doesn't want to know, or even if he knows, he still can't let go. I have known him for such a long time. Do you think he is a deeply affectionate man? No, he is better than 90% of the people in this world." Men are all ruthless and unjust, and he has already given up on those he can let go of, and those he cannot let go of are the ones in his heart."
b was stunned and speechless.
One of them can't live without him, and the other can't let go. It's destined that they won't be able to clean up their relationship within a period of time.
Li Qianrui was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment and a blood transfusion.
She soaked the cut blood vessels in hot water, causing a large area of blood loss, but fortunately it didn't last long, so it wasn't serious. In the ward, a woman with an even bloodier complexion lay silently on her bed.
Mo Shichen stood aside and looked at her silently and coolly for a while, then put his hands into the pockets of his trousers and walked out of the ward with long legs.
Outside the ward, the woman responsible for taking care of Li Qianrui was waiting uneasily. When she saw the man coming out, her shoulders shrank and said, "Mr. Mo."
Mo Shichen closed the door, his handsome face was cold and cold, and he asked calmly, "What happened before I arrived?"
"That's the lady who came here in your car. Later I found out that it wasn't you. I tried to stop her but failed. Later she said a few words to Miss Li. Maybe she was too serious. Miss Li said a few words. It’s just too much time to think about”
Mo Shichen lowered his head, "What did she say?"
The woman looked embarrassed.
He frowned and said, "Say."
The woman simply repeated their conversation. She was old and could only remember a rough outline and a deep impression. When she said the last sentence, she lowered her head and did not dare to look at her, "Later, Miss Li said that if we never see each other again, If you think she won’t be able to survive, your wife will say she shouldn’t live if she can’t survive.”
Mo Shichen's face was expressionless, showing neither anger nor any emotion. He just narrowed his eyes slightly and suppressed the contents in his eyes.
After a while, he said calmly, "The doctor said she is out of danger. You can take care of her here."
The woman agreed, and when the man turned around to leave, she suddenly remembered something and asked urgently, "Sir, if Miss Li wakes up later, do you want to call you?"
"I'll call you when I'm done."
"Hey, okay."
When Mo Shichen drove back, he kept thinking about the last words Wen Yi said in his mind.
Now that our tolerance and compromise for each other have been exhausted, it is the best time to separate.
tolerate? compromise
Wasn't it that he had been patiently chasing her and coaxing her from the beginning to the end? Even if he said a few words to her last time about Qian Rui being abducted, he was the one who coaxed her back by visiting her for a week in a row
Does she tolerate compromise with him
Many complex emotions were entangled in his heart like a mess, making him more depressed and irritable than ever before.
With a sullen face, he stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed to the maximum.
When Mo Shichen returned to the villa, Su's mother told him that his wife was in the study.
He didn't even say a reply, he went straight upstairs with long legs, and pushed open the door of her study without even knocking on the door.
There was no light in the study room, and the woman was sitting in the chair behind the desk. There was an open notebook in front of her, and the light from the screen reflected on her face. Her fingers were typing on the keyboard, looking like she was concentrating on thinking. Very focused.
After she quit her job and stayed at home, she rarely used her laptop. She watched movies in the decorated home theater and read physical books. She only opened her laptop occasionally to check information.
Now, he didn't need to walk over to look, or even guess, to know that this woman was drafting a divorce agreement.