The man didn't care about her cell phone. He only held her wrist and asked with squinted eyes, "Has he given you a gift before?"
Wen Yi shook her head, "No."
How could she have ever received a gift from Mo Shiqian? She estimated that Chi Huan would not receive many gifts from him.
Mo Shiqian gave Wen Yi a gift
A simple gift is unlikely, it would probably be something or something you want to tell her.
Mo Shichen frowned, put away the thoughts that passed through his eyes, and said with a gentle smile on his lips, "I will send a driver to pick you up. You will go back after dinner with me."
Wen Yi refused, "I'll go by myself. He must have something to tell me when he comes to me."
She still had this awareness. Mo Shiqian would not come to her for ordinary matters, let alone let her go in person.
Mo Shichen's face was a little gloomy, but for a while he couldn't think of any reason to stop her.
If he forcibly prevented her from going... that would seem too guilty.
"Okay," he still let go, "I'll ask the driver to take you there."
"Okay." There's nothing wrong with having someone give it to you.
"After you see him, come back and have dinner with me. It's only four o'clock, so the time is almost right."
“…”
Wen Yi looked at him, "You want me to run back and forth just for a dinner?"
"Tomorrow you and I are both going back to work at the company. We don't have as many opportunities to have dinner together as we have recently. Besides... I don't know if you will pay attention to me after I recover from my injury."
“…”
It does seem to make sense.
Wen Yi closed her eyes and said, "Okay."
Anyway, today is indeed the last day.
The man hummed, "Be careful on the road."
… …
Wen Yi took her bag and went out.
Mo Shichen got out of bed, walked to the balcony and watched the black Lambo drive towards the gate of the manor. Then he returned to the bedroom, picked up his phone, opened the address book, and dialed Mo Shiqian's number. Soon That's it.
His voice was filled with a faint coldness, "Why are you looking for Wen Yi?"
Mo Shiqian smiled indifferently, "You are so vigilant."
"Then say it."
"Are you afraid that I will take her away, or have you done something shameful that you don't want her to know?"
"Mo Shiqian—"
Mo Shiqian still had the same neither salty nor bland tone, "She can't find the palm of your hand at all. What are you afraid of?"
Mo Shichen said word by word, "I'm warning you—"
A faint sneer interrupted him, "You can't take my woman away, what can you warn me."
After that, the phone was cut off.
When he called again, he hung up immediately.
Mo Shichen squeezed the phone tightly. If he didn't have injuries to worry about, the body of the phone might have been twisted by him.
… … …
Wen Yi met Mo Shiqian who was about to leave at a coffee shop near the airport.
He sat there leisurely and indifferently, with his body tilted and his temperament outstanding. After she looked around and found him, she saw that he was looking down at the time on his wrist. When he raised his head again, his eyes met.
Wen Yi sat down opposite him.
Mo Shichen raised his hand and moved the small box on the table in front of her.
Wen Yi looked at it, was it really a gift
It doesn't really look like it. It's not the kind of brocade box that holds jewelry, it's just a very ordinary box.
She was stunned, then reached out and opened it.
A bullet…
Wen Yi was stunned, "Why did you give me this...?"
"This is the bullet that was removed from his body."
Who he was referring to, besides Mo Shichen, there was no other possibility.
“…”
Wen Yi immediately retracted the finger she was about to touch, her pupils dilated, and she said in disbelief, "Why did you give me this thing? Are you two perverts?"
He also specially called her to the airport.
But when she finished speaking, the man also stood up. The curve of his lips seemed to be a smile, "In terms of perversion, no one can compare to the man you are attracted to."
After saying that, Wen Yi turned around and left without giving him time to react.
"Mo Shiqian..."
Wen Yi looked at his back and felt confused for a while, but in the end she did not choose to pursue him. She felt that he would not say anything more.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the lying bullet.
Why did he give her this
She thought of his last look before leaving again, his cold smile yet so meaningful.
He clearly wanted to hint to her.
What does it imply to her
Something wrong with the bullet
Or... is there something wrong with Mo Shichen
His injury? His injury was real, she had taken care of him for a month or two, it couldn't be fake.
What else could go wrong
A thought passed through her mind, and Wen Yi suddenly stood up from the chair, closed the box, picked it up and walked out.
Instead of looking for the driver waiting for her in the parking lot, she went directly to where the taxi was waiting, hailed a taxi, and reported the address of the hospital where Shen Yu was still there.
… …
Shen Yu was preparing to be discharged from the hospital in the past two days, but because of his injuries last time, Shen's father and mother did not allow him to be discharged from the hospital, so he is still living in the ward.
Wen Yi opened the door directly and went in.
Shen Yu was the only one in the ward. He was reading with his head down. He was startled when he heard the sudden movement. When he looked up, he saw her. She looked obviously in a hurry, and her expression was not normal. She didn't look like she was here to visit.
After a moment of silence, Shen Yu spoke, "Yi'er, what's wrong with you?"
Wen Yi walked straight to the hospital room, her voice a little hoarse, "Can you tell me how Mo Shichen received that shot?"
Shen Yuhao looked at her for a while, "Why do you ask so suddenly?"
"Mo Shiqian left Paris today and gave me something before leaving."
She took out the box with bullets and handed it to Shen Yu.
Shen Yu took it and opened it and took a look.
He said nothing.
"If I guess correctly, there should be differences between bullets and bullets, such as caliber, function, power, etc., although I don't quite understand these."
Shen Yu narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "If you doubt him, why don't you ask him directly."
"He would lie to me," Wen Yi bit her lip, "Can't you tell me?"
"He did save me that day."
Wen Yi basically understood what he meant.
She didn't speak for a long time.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Yu thought she wouldn't say anything more, but she still spoke hoarsely, "Tell me, I'll take this bullet and ask my brother or Aleb, or go Ask the police who were responsible for the terrorist attack that day, and they will give me a similar answer. Just tell me directly to save me a lot of trouble."
Shen Yu was silent for a while, and then spoke slowly, "He did save me that day, but he was not injured."
Wen Yi's eyes trembled, "Then... how was he injured?"
Shen Yu pulled his lips, mocking and helpless, "He fired that shot himself."