Mo Shichen smiled and said, "Did Miss Chi sincerely invite you...or did you just mean it?"
“…”
Chi Huan's facial features are very delicate, and he has a sweet temperament that is probably nourished by love. His smile is clean and pretty, "Well... I can't interfere in the affairs of Mr. Mo and Miss Wen, and I don't like to interfere in other people's affairs." Feelings, but I can still make the decision on this dinner.”
After saying that, she called the servant, "Go get another set of dishes and chopsticks."
"Okay Miss Chi."
Chi Huan took the lily from Mo Shichen's hand, lowered his head and smelled it, and then said gracefully, "Please sit down, I will put the flowers in it."
The man nodded and smiled.
Chi Huan spoke, but Mo Shiqian said nothing, and he didn't have much idea in the first place.
Mo Shichen and Mo Shiqian looked at each other for a few seconds. The latter returned to his seat first, while the former lowered his head to look at Wen Yi with a harmonious smile on his face, "Will I be unable to eat for you if I am here?"
Wen Yi glanced at him and turned around, completely ignoring what he said.
Chi Huan quickly turned back and took their seats.
The dining table soon entered an...indescribable atmosphere.
Mo Shiqian always talks little when he is here, and he is even less talkative when eating. Usually when he is with Chi Huan, he still has the patience and interest to chat with her. On such occasions, he doesn't talk much. .
Wen Yi is the type who can chat or not, and adjusts automatically depending on the situation. Her chat with Chi Huan was quite lively just now. After Mo Shichen sat next to her, she lowered her eyebrows and began to eat slowly.
So only Mo Shichen and Chi Huan, who were the least familiar, were left chatting...
Fortunately, these two people have very good social skills and are both talkative, so even if they are not familiar with each other, it will not make the atmosphere awkward. From a distance, they look quite harmonious and pleasant.
Mo Shichen was ladling the soup carelessly, with a frivolous smile on his lips, and his voice was low and melodious, "Miss Chi, can I ask a casual question?"
"Huh? You say."
He said slowly, "After you were forced by my father to leave him five years ago, and then you got back together with him, you didn't have any boyfriends during this period. Are you always looking forward to getting back together?"
"No."
His eyes narrowed, "Why?"
Chi Huan licked his lips and smiled, "Why?"
Mo Shichen ignored the unkind eyes on the other side and smiled lightly, "Why don't you expect it? And why do you wait even though you clearly don't expect it?"
Chi Huan looked at him, shifted his gaze, and then looked at Wen Yi, who always lowered his head to eat.
She didn't answer, and no one spoke at the table for a while.
After a while, she stared at the gradually fading mist on the soup noodles, and said with a slight curl of a smile, "I don't look forward to it because reality does not allow me to look forward to it. I am aware of current affairs, but I am just a layman who cannot transcend the world. So I’m actually very depressed and unwilling, but it’s not like I’m not looking forward to it... "
The tone was so ethereal that he seemed to be unable to grasp it. After a moment of pause, he continued, "Some lack of expectations has nothing to do with reality. No matter whether the reality can be changed or not, whether you are alive or not, what I expect is no longer that you can fall in love with me." Me, but... the day I can stop loving you."
… …
night.
The villa is very beautiful, especially at night, this villa surrounded by water is as beautiful as the lights.
It was an early winter day, although it was not cold outside, but the wind still made people's fingers cold.
Wen Yi stood on the wooden board, looking at the artificial stream surrounding the villa. The sound of the water was gurgling. She was wearing a black and white plaid coat. She had a slender figure and looked particularly lonely with her eyes downcast.
Mo Shichen stretched out his arms to hold her, buried his chin into her shoulder, held her tightly in his arms, and asked in a low voice, "You really don't love me anymore?"
She didn't answer and let him hold her.
The man's fingers stroked her hair, and the heat of his words sprayed into her cochlea, "I don't believe it, Wen Yi, you will never love anyone else except me... You said it yourself, you will never love anyone else again." You won’t love another man the same way you love me.”
Her body trembled slightly.
This sentence…
This sentence was very familiar, even if it seemed that she had already thrown it into the abyss of memory, but when he rang in her ears, she suddenly remembered that she had written such a sentence in her diary.
In fact, all the feelings she had at that time seemed to pass through her body again, as if she had lost control.
"Maybe, but I'm tired of it," she spoke softly, her tone so simple that it was just a straightforward statement, "Mo Shichen, I'm really tired of the feeling of loving you but not being loved by you."
Wen Yi looked up at his handsome face, "When I think about living like that in the future, I feel that there is no hope or fun in the future."
She added, "Please let me go, okay?"
… … …
Mo Shichen returned to the hotel alone.
The huge suite was just right for two people, but when there was only one person left, it felt empty.
He was sitting on the sofa, with wine bottles and cups on the coffee table, pouring himself a drink.
When he drank a little too much, his clear and calm thinking was disturbed by something, and messy sounds and images began to pour into his mind.
He suddenly had a realization that Wen Yi had always loved him, but her love was very cold. She had lost her extravagant hopes for him a long time ago, so she had nothing to wait for.
In the past ten years, she had spent half of the time waiting for him to fall in love with him, and the other half, waiting for her to let go of him.
Yes, she would never fall in love with another man again like she loved him in the first place.
But probably, she will never love him again like she loved him before.
[I'm tired, Mo Shichen, I'm really tired of loving you but not being loved by you.]
[Please let me go, okay?]
OK
Is it good or bad
… …
Mo Shiqian had to go to work, Chi Huan also had work to do, and Wen Yi didn't fall asleep until two or three in the morning because he slept too much the day before yesterday and thought too much at night, so he got up late the next day, at ninety o'clock. Just got up.
After washing and changing clothes and going downstairs, the servant quickly ran towards her holding a thermos box.
Wen Yi was slightly surprised, "Is this my breakfast?"
The chef and servants of Mo Shiqian’s family even liked to use a thermos to warm breakfast...
"Miss Wen, a Mr. Mo Shichen sent this this morning... Mr. Mo and Miss Chi told me to hand it to you when you get up."
Mo Shichen
She reached out and took it, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. That man brought her breakfast
Chasing her
When did he catch up with this simple pursuit that only existed during his student days
She carried the thermos box and went to the restaurant. She felt that the chef and servants at Mo Shiqian's family had no intention of preparing breakfast for her. It seemed that she could only make do with this...
Unscrewing the thermos box, she was slightly startled again.
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