When Wen Hanye said this, Mo Shichen glanced at Ye Siran.
His woman went to bed early, but is she still in good spirits
It's just... He then quickly remembered that he and Wen Yi had been sleeping in separate rooms for almost a month. During this time, he only knew when she went back to the bedroom, but he didn't know when she turned off the lights and fell asleep.
After Wen Hanye finished speaking, Mo Shichen looked at Shen Yu lightly and asked, "Mr. Shen, are you going to sleep here too?"
Shen Yu smiled calmly and said, "Of course not. I was chatting with Han Ye just now. I should leave now that the conversation is almost over. My home is very close, so this doesn't matter."
Mo Shichen looked away calmly, put the cup in his hand gently on the coffee table, stood up and said, "No, I'd better go back. I'm not used to resting in other people's homes." After a moment, he said casually, " I will go to the Wen family to pick her up tomorrow evening."
Wen Hanye smiled, not showing off at all, "Okay, Mr. Mo, then you should drive carefully on the road when you go back."
Mo Shichen glanced at them, turned around and strode away.
When he stepped outside, the wind and snow blew the hem of his coat fluttering like black wings.
Shen Yu then asked, "Did they... have a fight?"
Wen Hanye smiled casually, "During the Cold War, it is said that it was."
… …
Mo Shichen opened the door and got directly into the passenger seat.
He started the engine, the front lights of the car came on, and the straight light shone far away.
The snow falls in this artificial light, and there is a kind of beauty that seems to be specially created, like a dream.
He looked ahead, then tilted his head to look into the villa.
There are lights on everywhere, bright and dim, making it difficult to see clearly.
It wasn't until the black Lambo's body was covered with a thin layer of snow that Mo Shichen reversed the car, stepped on the accelerator, leaving a few rows of wheel marks in the snowy night, and quickly drove away.
The snow is still falling, and the traces left behind are slowly being submerged, as if they had never appeared before.
… …
This time is not too early, of course, it is not too late, it is after ten o'clock in the evening.
It's just that maybe it's winter and it's snowing, so there are very few vehicles on the road.
Deep cold, deserted, silent.
The man's well-joined hands held the steering wheel firmly, his eyes were always facing forward, and his eyes were dark. There was no trace of excitement or emotional loss. Only the constantly changing numbers on the speedometer showed that he was not showing it on his face. So calm.
Or I shouldn't say that, because to a certain extent, he is still calm.
It's hard to describe it accurately just by calmly increasing the speed of the car in such weather to the madness of drag racing.
You should be going back to the manor, right
Because he seemed to have no other choice.
But what’s the point of going back
Nothing but the dog wagging its tail at him.
The larger the space, the more empty and deserted it appears.
Is he so unforgivable about setting her up to have a child
Is he so heinous
Women need a sense of security... She is the one who feels insecure and has no confidence in him. She is the one who maintains the distance between work and marriage. She is ready to withdraw at any time. Does she think he doesn't know
He just wanted her to follow him wholeheartedly from now on. Children are the best link, so he did it without even thinking about it.
Despicable, it seems.
He considered himself despicable, but he never thought of hurting her.
Having a child would hurt her
He didn't know, but he knew that she was very disappointed in him because of this child. He seemed to be a despicable image in his heart. She didn't want to see him, talk to him, let alone sleep with him.
No matter how he took the initiative to talk to her, looked for opportunities to get along with him, took time to pick her up from get off work even if he didn't have time, Su's mother spoke for him sideways and praised him for being gentle and considerate, she always looked cold.
He didn't even know if she didn't love him anymore.
He used to not care whether this woman loved him or not, because he always had a conceited and attentive attitude, and whether she loved him or not, she would always fall in love with her, but now... he couldn't be sure.
And... Shen Yu showed up at Wen's house tonight.
Even as soon as this thought appeared in his mind, it was like a vine that tightly wrapped around his throat, strangling him until he couldn't breathe.
The traffic light at the intersection is red.
He stopped the car and looked at the light shining in the snow.
After waiting for about forty-five seconds, the red light went out and the green light came on.
On the way back to the manor, the car was supposed to go straight ahead without turning, but when the Rambo started again, Mo Shichen suddenly changed his mind and turned the steering wheel to the left road.
… …
At two o'clock in the morning, Wen Yi woke up to a sudden knock on the door, "Yi'er, Yi'er..."
She opened her eyes hazily, and after listening for a few times, she realized that it was her brother calling her outside the door. His voice was low and serious, with a hint of anxiety that he usually seldom heard.
She woke up immediately. What happened
Wen Yi opened the quilt, put on her slippers in a panic and went to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, he saw Wen Hanye standing outside. Moreover, he was not wearing home clothes. He was dressed as if he was going out. He also had a coat on his arm, and his handsome face was slightly downcast.
"Brother, what happened?"
Wen Hanye glanced at her very quickly, and said calmly and quickly, "Okay Yi'er, don't ask too many questions yet, listen to your brother, go change clothes and put them on now, we are going out."
Wen Yi was stunned and a little panicked.
Of course she knew that this formation meant something had happened, and it was not a trivial matter.
She bit her lip. She was usually calm and rational, so she didn't ask any more questions at the moment. She quickly went back to the room to find some clothes and put them on.
Fifteen minutes later, Wen Hanye took her arm and led her away, partly to stabilize her body to prevent her from falling, and partly to speed up the walking speed of the two of them.
It wasn't until the car driven by Wen Hanye drove out of the Wen family villa that he spoke sternly, "Yi'er, I just received the news that Mo Shichen was in a car accident and is now in the hospital."
Wen Yi's head turned white instantly, and her hands and feet were completely cold as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on them.
… …
The wind and snow were too heavy, it was late at night, and Wen Yi was pregnant with her child in the passenger seat. Wen Hanye could not speed up as much as he could, so he could only rush to the hospital as soon as the car was stable.
"Brother..." Wen Hanye heard the trembling voice of his sister who was trying to calm down but could not stop herself. "Did he get into a car accident... was he really in a car accident or... because I ignored him during this period, so he used a cruel trick again. ... Just like the one who shot himself last time... Otherwise it was so late... Why would he have a car accident?"