However, there was also a glimmer of hope and intention that sprouted in Mu Hanxia's heart. Maybe this is her chance to get closer to him
It is now the turn of winter and spring, and the chill is slowly soaking through on the bus that stops at night. Mu Hanxia took off his jacket and put it on him carefully, then clasped his arms tightly and stomped his feet to keep warm. After a while, it was too cold to stand, so I ran off the car and ran around the platform for two laps. Feeling warm, I climbed back into the car and sat beside him to watch. Again and again, she waited patiently for him to wake up.
—
Lin Mochen entertained very late the night before. When I woke up today, it was noon.
He called the hotel to bring a lunch, and after eating it in his room, he sat on the balcony and watched the heavy rain outside the window. After a while, he took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the bottom of the suitcase, took out one to light it, and slowly inhaled.
This is the first time he has smoked in the country. He learned something new in middle school, but he soon lost interest in this hurtful and useless thing. Almost no smoking. The last time I smoked was when I was making fruit in the United States, the most difficult time.
He was only wearing a shirt and trousers, and his tie was not tied. Sitting on the sofa with his long legs crossed, he slowly puffed, watching the white smoke rise from his fingers. After smoking one, he poked the cigarette butt out in the ashtray, and instead of taking it again, he threw the remaining cigarettes back into the suitcase.
Then he let out a small breath, closed his eyes and rested his head on the sofa. It's like reminiscing about the stimulation of nicotine.
The phone rang and he picked it up: "Hello."
He Qingling's cold voice came: "Mo Chen, I already know that something happened to your company."
Lin Mochen opened his eyes, his eyes were stern: "Why are you calling?"
He Qingling froze for a while, and her tone became even colder: "You are my son, I am also responsible for this matter, why can't I call you?" After a while, she said, "I didn't expect that Lao Zhou was bought by them, it was them. 's move. I also became their move, huh... Now what are you going to do?"
Lin Mochen said indifferently: "You don't need to care about this matter."
"Wait!" He Qingling's voice finally became a little emotional, "Mo Chen, you are my son, although you have not recognized me all these years, but you and I both know that we have cut the skin and we still carry the meat. So This time, I fell into someone else’s trap. Don’t forget, I am the guarantor for this loan, and I am jointly and severally liable. Moreover, Zhang Yifang has already said harshly this time, he will kill you, so it is not a debt to pay at all. It's that simple! I've said it before, you're too young and too arrogant, and no one looks down on you because of your talent. But the water in Lin City is too deep, and the mainland is different from the United States you're used to! The land used to play side balls with irregular procedures, right? Now I heard that they are tricking you into the crime of fraud! Mo Chen, you must not go to jail! Even if you try to put all the blame on me, I can do it. Well, this time I have joint responsibility, it doesn't matter even if I spend my whole life in prison! But you can't! Listen to me, no matter what means you use, it doesn't matter what means you use, it doesn't matter who you kill and sacrifice who , as long as you get out yourself! You can't be destroyed, you can't go to jail, you can't."
…
After hanging up the phone, Lin Mochen sat quietly for a while, then suddenly smiled sarcastically.
joint liability.
She goes to jail.
play hard.
He grabbed the ashtray next to him and smashed it hard on the ground.
After a while, he got up, put on his suit and coat, and tidied up his appearance. Just as he was about to go out, the doorbell rang first.
Opening the door, standing outside was a person whom I hadn't seen in a while.
Cheng Weiwei.
She was dressed in dust, dragging a suitcase, and drenched in the rain, looking at him.
Lin Mochen was slightly startled.
Since learning about Mu Hanxia's life experience and Cheng Weiwei's intention to smear her that day, Lin Mochen hasn't contacted her much, and he has asked the people below to contact her for everything.
"Senior brother..." she called softly. The voice is low and soft.
Lin Mochen was silent for a moment, then turned to let her in, then took a towel and threw it to her: "Why are you here all of a sudden?"
Cheng Weiwei sat down in the room, wiped the water from her hair and face with a towel, and said, "I know you are a little tricky here, I brought Yongzheng's payment for the goods in advance half a year in advance. Although the money is not much, it is always useful. By the way, let's see if there is anything else you need help with. I also have some friends in China, so let's help you find a solution together."
Lin Mochen smiled and said, "Thank you very much. After this pass, I owe you a debt, and I will repay it later."
The rain outside the window was pouring down. Both of them were silent for a while, Cheng Weiwei's heart was extremely complicated. Her fingers twitched silently, but they were tormented by some silent impulse. She asked, "Senior brother, are you going out?"
"Well, there is a dinner party."
She was silent. In fact, rushing over today is more or less impulsive. Because of his avoidance during this period of time, and the anxiety and pain after hearing about his accident.
It was cloudy and the room was a little dark. Cheng Weiwei looked at his still clean and straight face, and there seemed to be a silent flow in her heart. She lowered her eyes, but saw the ash scattered on the ground and the ashtray rolling in the corner.
Lin Mochen looked down at his watch and smiled lightly: "It's almost time, you go back to your place first?"
"Um."
The two stood up.
Lin Mochen walked to the door, and suddenly Cheng Weiwei rushed up and hugged his waist from behind: "Senior brother...don't be like this...if you have any difficulties, tell me. I'll think of a way, and I'll help you think about it. Way! I've always liked you so much and wanted to be with you. Can't you never see it?"
Lin Mochen paused: "Vivian, let go."
Cheng Weiwei's tears fell and she refused to let go, but she couldn't say anything.
Lin Mochen pulled her hand away, then stepped back outside the door and looked at her: "Vivian, you shouldn't say these words."
His tone was so indifferent, Cheng Weiwei felt sad and laughed at herself.
Lin Mochen turned around and left.
—
It was raining constantly, Sun Zhi drove a car from the company to pick up Lin Mochen to the restaurant.
Speechless all the way.
Seeing Lin Mochen's face, Sun Zhi didn't say much.
The agreement was a luxurious and elegant hotel. When he walked to the door of the private room, Lin Mochen had already brought a light and soft smile on his face.
Opening the door, except for a few familiar faces, they are all corporate bosses. There is another person, sitting in the far corner.
Xue Ning.
She was wearing a plain-colored sweater and a long black dress, her long black hair was softly draped over her shoulders, and she smiled at him.
Lin Mochen's expression remained unchanged.
Her eyes were calm and gentle.