The man nodded in agreement and said calmly, "Yes, compared to them, of course I prefer staying with you."
Wen Yi was almost furious at his shamelessness.
But just when her face showed anger, he pulled her into his arms again, rested his chin on her shoulder, and whispered, "I haven't been back for a long time, and my position is not as stable as Mo Shiqian's. If If I don't work hard, what if one day a woman falls in love with me and wants to marry me, and Mo Shiqian pushes me out for marriage?"
Wen Yi, "..."
She said calmly, "That would be the best, then I would be free and pure."
Mo Shichen lowered his head and kissed her hard on the lips a few times.
She couldn't defeat him. The day after the man asked to be discharged from the hospital, his assistant completed the procedures.
… …
Wen Yi packed his things for him.
Mo Shichen was sitting on the sofa. He had already changed his clothes. He wore dark green knitted bottoming and a black cashmere coat on the outside. He looked at the back of the woman packing things in an orderly and unhurried manner.
Wen Yi had been very gentle and even indulgent towards him recently, but her attitude was a bit lazy and silent.
This kind of relationship seems to be intimate, but there is still an indescribable alienation.
When he returned to the manor, she followed him back without saying a word. However, there were many servants in the manor, and there was basically nothing she needed to do. Moreover, although his injury had not healed yet, he had recovered a lot, and he had no problem eating by himself. .
In this way, Wen Yi thought about it carefully and concluded that her care should be over.
They returned home from the hospital in the morning. Wen Yi had lunch with him at the manor at noon. After lunch, she suggested walking in the garden.
The weather is very good, especially the afternoon sun is warm.
Wen Yi sat down on the set of white Nordic-style tables and chairs placed on the grass in the garden, "Let's talk."
The man sat down opposite her.
Mother Su asked the servant to bring two cups of afternoon tea. The hot mist slowly dispersed, and the fragrance of tea overflowed.
Wen Yi stared at the water of the tea and said softly, "You have Mama Su and other servants at home, and when you go back to the company, you will also have Kang Ding and your assistant. Moreover, your injury will not affect your basic daily life. I... No It’s no longer necessary to continue taking care of you.”
"When you speak, you should look me in the eyes. This is the courtesy of conversation, Miss Wen."
Wen Yi pursed her lips, but raised her head and met his gaze.
He smiled slightly and said, "You should know that what I want is not care."
After a long time, she slowly spoke, "Thank you for helping me save Shen Yu. It is possible that you will be fine after your injury recovers, but gratitude is one thing, and love is another... I , if it’s not necessary, we’d better not meet again.”
After that, she didn't look at him, took a deep breath, stood up, and walked step by step towards the gate of the manor.
The curve around Mo Shichen's lips disappeared, and the temperature in his eyes gradually cooled down.
… …
Wen Yi called Aleb and asked him to pick her up.
The manor was so large that if she wanted to walk to the door, it would take more than a few minutes. So when Su's mother was running out of breath and caught up with her and said, "What's wrong with that man?", she hadn't walked out yet. The majestic carved gate of the manor.
"Mrs....Mrs...." Su's mother was also anxious, and for a moment she forgot that she was no longer Mrs. Mo.
When Wen Yi heard the voice, she stopped walking. Seeing that Su's mother was still running at a trot, she looked like something was going to happen, so she took a few steps back and didn't ask until she met her, " What’s wrong, what happened?”
"The eldest son... his wound seemed to be open," said Su's mother, who was old and breathless. "When he just returned to the living room, I saw that his clothes were stained red with blood."
Wen Yi's brain felt as if someone had hit her hard, and for a moment she stared blankly and gave a subconscious reaction, "Have you called the doctor?"
Mother Su said in a panic, "I wanted to call the doctor, but the eldest son refused and went upstairs alone..."
This man…
He threatened her, and he threatened her again.
Warm tears arose from his heart, and he was so angry that his whole body almost trembled.
She bit her lip and walked back with her mind completely blank. Her rapid steps almost brought the wind, which made people feel angry when they looked at her from a distance.
As soon as she entered the front hall, she caught a servant and asked, "Is it someone else?"
The servant had just been frightened by Mo Shichen, but now he was a little trembling when he saw Wen Yi's expression, so he hurriedly replied, "The eldest son is upstairs."
Wen Yi then went upstairs.
When she arrived at the door, an old servant who was more qualified and seemed to have some medical knowledge was persuading her in the study, "Young Master..."
He didn't let him say a word after the salutation, and was interrupted by the man's cold voice, "Get out."
Mo Shichen was sitting in the chair behind the desk, his handsome face was indifferent, and no matter how calm his face was, he could not hide the gloomy and eerie look, which made people feel timid and did not dare to say anything.
The servant sighed and withdrew, but turned around and saw Wen Yi standing at the door. She immediately said in surprise, "Miss Wen, you are here... Please advise the eldest son, his Injuries are no joke…”
Hearing the sound, the man who opened his notebook expressionlessly looked towards the door.
Eyes facing each other.
Wen Yi walked straight towards him. Before she reached the desk, the anger on her face turned into shock and anger because she saw his chest—Mother Su said that his clothes were stained red with blood and could be heard. , and what you see are completely different feelings.
Mo Shichen changed into a light-colored cashmere sweater after he came back, so the patch on his chest was particularly dazzling and shocking.
"Mo Shichen, you—"
He looked at her, smiled slightly, and said nonchalantly, "Why are you back?"
Wen Yi's hands were shaking. She thought it was rare for her to be extremely angry. The last time she got angry thinking that he sent someone to destroy his office after recovering from serious gunshot wounds, this kind of thing could never happen in a year for her temper. once.
She picked up the notebook on the table and smashed it against the glass of the window.
I don’t know what kind of material the glass is made of, but it didn’t break, and the notebook fell to the ground.
She stared down at the man who was smiling slightly, her chest heaving violently, "Mo Shichen, are you crazy?"
He looked at her and then at the notebook she smashed, "I realize now that you still have the habit of smashing things."
She picked up the quilt and smashed it against the glass.
This time the glass remained motionless, but the cup shattered.
She clenched her hands into fists, placed them on the table, and said word by word, "Mo Shichen, when will you stop being so mean?"