Wen Yi felt suffocated and opened her eyes wide, "... Which of your eyes can see that I feel sorry for you?"
He smiled lightly, unable to hide his pride, "If you didn't feel sorry for me, you wouldn't have left and come back, you wouldn't have lost such a temper, and even thrown things."
“…”
"Oh, then the last time I went to smash up your office, I fell more. Does that mean I feel more sorry for Shen Yu?"
Mo Shichen's expression remained unchanged, "You're just angry."
“…”
Wen Yi was simply convinced by him.
"You have nothing to feel sorry for. Although when you were growing up, utilitarianism outweighed family affection, but if Mr. Mo, who is so powerful and powerful, still needs people to feel sorry for him, then ordinary people will not have to live."
Feeling sorry for him, is the Holy Mother's heart overflowing? She knew that women did have this tendency. This man was obviously cold-blooded and cold-blooded than anyone else, but as long as there was a little bit of darkness in him... oh, he could only be regarded as a little gray, his motherly nature would immediately overflow.
Ah, it turns out Mr. Mo is so in need of love.
All his coldness and ruthlessness are justified.
fart!
The classic good-guy-not-good-enough and bad-guy-not-bad-enough theory.
Mo Shichen looked at her, with a slow smile on his thin lips, "Are you telling me, or do you want to persuade yourself?"
Wen Yi's eyelids twitched and she was choked by him.
He can always see right through you.
After all, she just wanted to tell herself.
Why... Because when people are more afraid of something, they will emphasize it more.
Wen Yi's heart beat wildly, and she avoided his eyes and looked elsewhere.
The man's face was covered with a smile, and he didn't say anything, playing with her fingers with great interest.
Fortunately, the doctor arrived soon.
When Wen Yi saw the doctor carrying the medical kit coming in, she stood up and was about to step aside, but before she could take a step back, the man grabbed her hand. He looked at her and whispered softly, "Just sit closest to me."
"I'll be in the doctor's way."
"It doesn't matter."
Seeing his persistence, Wen Yi stopped insisting and sat silently on the bedside.
As soon as the doctor came in and saw the man's blood-stained clothes, he frowned and said hurriedly, "Master, you need to take off your clothes. Should you cut it with scissors or... take it off yourself?"
Mo Shichen looked at the woman on the side, held her hand and whispered, "Yi'er, help me take off my clothes."
Wen Yi frowned, but said, "You'd better cut it off. If there are no buttons, you have to lift your arms. Will it aggravate the injury?"
"It's okay, I know what's going on."
Wen Yi believed that he knew what he knew, oh, he should really know what he knew -
Because when she knelt on the bed with one leg, asked him to raise his arms and carefully took off his clothes from bottom to top, she watched helplessly as the white bandage that was dyed red but had turned into dark red was once again Stained with new red blood.
And he just looked at her as if he was unaware.
The doctor was too late to stop him, so he only said sadly from the side, "Master, taking off your clothes like this will obviously hurt your wound, why do you have to endure it?"
Wen Yi became nervous when she heard this. She threw away the blood-stained clothes and looked down at him. His face was dull, but there was clearly a thin layer of sweat on his forehead under his short broken hair. If you look closely, even his pupils were slightly Shrinking.
"You..." She wanted to say that you still knew it, but you were just holding it back? But as soon as her eyes met his, she caught the faint smile in the man's eyes when he looked at her, as if he was proud and enjoying it. She immediately thought of something, and her worry turned to anger, "Mo Shichen, you are Not intentional?"
Is there something wrong with this man's mind? Is he addicted to self-abuse
He nodded, his tone was quite innocent, "It hurt a little, but I didn't say anything. Why are you angry?"
Why is she angry
Wen Yi became furious instantly, "The blood is flowing out, do you still need to say anything? Mo Shichen, you..." She was really angry, so she picked up a pillow and smashed it on his head, " You’re such a fucking psycho!”
The pillow was hit on the head, which seemed to vent his anger, but in fact it had no offensive power.
After smashing it twice, she couldn't swallow the breath, so she continued to smash, "I really want to dig open your head and see what's inside. Are you suffering from the chuunibyou disease and there is no way to save it?"
Mo Shichen let her smash it without saying a word.
The doctor stood by and tried to stop him, but whenever Wen Yi became angry, his aura was so arrogant that most people would not dare to approach him, let alone try to persuade him.
Wen Yi still couldn't understand her hatred after smashing it. She pinched her waist and gasped for breath while saying coldly, "If you continue to be such an idiot, don't expect me to come and see you even if you die."
He said lightly, "I know, are you done losing your temper?"
She said coldly, "I feel angry just looking at you."
Mo Shichen looked at her and said calmly, "Why do you always look so lukewarm towards me?"
"you… "
Wen Yi was so angry that he felt so angry that her heart ached, but at the same time she felt indescribably sour. She bit her lip and withdrew her hand, saying to the doctor, "Check and treat his injury."
Then, ignoring the man's gaze, he walked straight towards the floor-to-ceiling window.
The doctor hurriedly stepped forward, professionally and carefully removed the bandage tied by the man, and checked the injury again. After taking a closer look, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, it's just a little cracked, although it's bleeding." There's some blood but it's not too serious, but you need to rest at home for at least three days... Mr. Mo, I'll re-apply medicine and bandage for you."
The man hummed, his eyes still looking at the woman standing in front of the window, not knowing what she was looking at or thinking.
Fifteen minutes later, the doctor broke the silence and said, "Mrs. Mo, the eldest son's injury has been temporarily treated. Because the healing area has cracked, please remember not to touch the wound with water in the past two days, and you cannot continue..."
What is left is self-evident. Naturally, we cannot continue to fiddle with it.
The thinking and brains of rich people are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and they simply don't take their bodies seriously.
"I know," she turned around and corrected calmly, "but I'm not Mrs. Mo. I divorced him."
The doctor is silent.
Divorced and still like this...
But he didn't dare to say more, so he turned around and hurriedly exited the bedroom after giving the instructions.
Wen Yi glanced at the sick man. He had been looking at her. She knew that because the sight had a sense of presence, and the sight emanating from the man with a strong sense of presence was even more difficult to ignore.
She lifted her feet and walked towards the door.
Mo Shichen looked at her movements and his pupils shrank heavily. Is she going to leave
He thought she was feeling soft, at least she wouldn't leave at this time.
"Ji'er."
The man's voice was deep and hoarse.
Before the divorce, he had always called her Mrs. Mo, or Mrs. Mo. After the divorce, it was Miss Wen and Wen Yi. I don’t know when he started calling her Yi’er so smoothly and naturally.