Wen Yi wore the thickest coat and thick warm boots and held an umbrella when she went out.
The rain wasn't heavy, it was just floating, but it was very cold, especially in this season.
As she walked, she couldn't help but complain. It was such a cold day when she stepped out of the heater, no matter how much she wore, she was still cold. She was really annoyed with this man Mo Shichen.
There is always a lamp set high outside the gate of the villa. The aperture is wider than the rows of lamps in the garden. It is dim and quiet, and even the falling rain can be seen clearly.
Mo Shichen was probably a little tired from standing. His tall body was leaning on the car. The light fell on his body like a soft, cold light, and his hair was wet.
When she passed with an umbrella, the man was lighting a cigarette, which was inconvenient, but after lighting the lighter several times, he still lit it as expected.
Smoke swirled around his handsome face.
From the visual point of view, it is beautiful, but in terms of touch, there is only one word, cold.
Wen Yi opened the door. The man who was lost in thought while smoking heard the commotion. He raised his head and looked at her, raised his eyebrows, then narrowed his eyes, and smiled on his thin lips. He did not take the initiative to walk over, but only watched her walking towards him. Come step by step.
She wore a calf-length coat, thick winter cotton boots, and an off-white scarf around her neck. She had short hair with flying strands. This outfit was all designed to keep out the cold and was quite bloated.
When she came to him, Mo Shichen looked down at the tip of her nose that was blown red, and asked hoarsely, "Is it cold?"
As she got closer, Wen Yi could see the thin traces of water on his black coat, and his face had a clear and sexy look in the cold wind and warm light. His eyes were staring at her, as if she was the only one in his eyes. .
She held the handle of the umbrella in her hand and said softly and coolly, "My mother asked me to tell you to leave. Don't fall ill in front of my house. It's bad luck."
He smiled, holding a cigarette in one hand, "No."
Wen Yi looked at him for a while, "You're not leaving, are you?"
Still smiling, he shook his head.
"Oh well."
She replied emotionlessly, then turned around, pretending to walk back.
To be precise, she really walked back.
The man behind her didn't make any movement. The only thing she could sense was that he was staring at her momentarily.
He didn't say a word until Wen Yi entered the door.
She still stood still and turned to look at him.
Mo Shichen still stood there, calm and careless, looking at her with deep eyes that seemed to have stars. Maybe it was rain falling into his eyes, which was reflected by the light, and he kept looking at her with a cigarette in his mouth.
Her hand holding the umbrella tightened. At this moment, she indeed felt loved.
Even if it is an illusion, it is still a feeling.
Women are such superficial creatures.
Mo Shichen still walked up to her and whispered warmly, "It's cold, go in."
She asked him, "Does it make sense?"
"Love is inherently meaningless."
"It doesn't matter if my mother forgives you, I still won't like you anymore."
"That's another story."
"Okay," she looked at him calmly and said calmly, "Whatever you want."
After saying that, he turned around and left, closing the door behind him and not looking back this time.
Mo Shichen watched her back through the iron gate as she walked deeper into the villa until she disappeared.
This is Wen Yi's recent impression. The first time she met him alone, she was not harassed by him in a frivolous manner. In the past, he would definitely hug and kiss him every chance he got, and he would never let go if he had the chance to get into bed. Passed.
He never misses the bargain.
During the whole process just now, he didn't reach out to touch a single hair of hers, and the reason was obvious, his whole body was wet and cold.
He actually thought about it, of course he did, because every nerve in him was numb with cold due to the cool rain, and she looked warm and soft. A hug could dispel the coldness.
But can't just can't.
… …
Mother Wen asked her the next morning, "What did you tell him last night? How did I hear that he just left this morning?"
Wen Yi lowered her eyes, picked up the milk, and lowered her eyes, "Xiao Zhi uses reason to move his emotions, but he doesn't listen. What can I do? I can't drag him in to rest in our house. That's good for us." Bullied.”
Mother Wen sighed again and again, but finally said nothing.
Wen Yi felt that her heart was really calm and no longer caused the slightest ripples for him. Even when she thought about it, there were still some unknown emotions suppressed under her consciousness, but they could no longer affect her emotions. .
… …
Mo Shichen got sick "as he wished". He was so timid that it was very difficult not to catch a cold.
He called her, "Do you want to come and see me? You can also take a look at Shen Yu."
She didn't hesitate, "Okay."
After she agreed easily, the man fell silent. He probably thought that she would avoid him like a snake and would find an excuse to refuse. He curled his lips and said, "Did I create an opportunity for you to see Shen Yu?"
"I should go check on you when you are hospitalized. After all, I still care about my life."
"Okay," his voice was hoarse after illness, "I'll wait for you."
… …
As expected, Wen Yi went to the hospital and first visited Mo Shichen.
She knocked on the door and came in. When she entered, he was sitting in the hospital room, staring at the notebook on the table. When he was thinking, he looked more serious than usual and very focused. Even when she entered, he took a few seconds to react. come over.
Wen Yi raised her eyebrows and said, "You are still busy with work. Is it just a common cold?"
"Isn't a simple cold worth your visit to see me?"
She put down her bag, sat down and answered casually, "It's all the same."
Mo Shichen narrowed his eyes, his eyes darkened. It didn't matter to her whether he was seriously ill or had a slight cold.
Her makeup was clean, and the light bean paste color she applied on her lips was a very everyday color, which was very gentle. I don't know if it was because of the makeup or because she had really rested well, but her overall complexion looked pretty good.
She sat with her shoulders straight and smiled at him, "Since you are hospitalized, why don't you let yourself rest for a few days?"
Mo Shichen looked into her eyes and said, "Miss Wen doesn't seem to be here to visit her."
He was already making a statement.
"Do what I said yesterday in Shen Yu's ward still count? When this matter is over, you will not pester me again."
It doesn't count, he didn't even think about agreeing, it was just a delaying tactic.
But of course he wouldn't say that.
Mo Shichen didn't reply, waiting for her next words.
"I thought about it for a long time last night," she pursed her red lips and said quietly, "I used to think that you liked me somewhat, so I was willing to be with you, and I was actually waiting for you to say you love me. That day, but the time has passed, and I can give you the answer to the question you asked me to consider downstairs in my apartment last night."
Because even if it was an illusion, she felt a little bit loved.
Therefore, she can also consider this issue.