Mo Sheng didn't expect him to be so polite and rusty, and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed: "I, I went to the hospital today, the doctor said that you have been discharged..."
"If you are here to visit the patient, then you can go back." Yi Chen interrupted her.
Mo Sheng was speechless.
Yi Chen looked at her and said slightly sarcastically, "If I heard correctly, you seem to be trying to get out of the wall, and I'm honored to be your favorite..." He stopped and said: But Mo Sheng He knew exactly what he was trying to say. Her face turned pale, and she finally realized how hurtful words could be, and she could only squeeze out a few words in embarrassment: "I don't."
"Nothing?" Yi Chen stared at her urgently, "Don't tell me you're not married? That's just an excuse you used to block me?"
Although it was a questioning tone, it was with nine points of certainty. His suspicions were well-founded. He knew that she had been living alone, and she even went on a blind date...
If so, Yi Chen felt a touch of bitterness in his heart, blocking his excuse. However, the faint joy kept coming from the bottom of my heart.
However, Mo Sheng did not give him the answer he expected, and there was a hint of... uneasiness in his eyes as he turned away crampedly.
Without her needing to say it, Yi Chen also fully understood. All rationality and calmness were thrown out of the sky, and anger and embarrassment filled his entire body.
He Yichen, how long will you be this wishful clown!
"Okay, tell me what you want me to do? Your secret lover in China, or your shameful affair? Zhao Mosheng, tell you, don't even think about it!" her neck.
"It's not... I... Me and him..." Mo Sheng was frightened by his anger, her words were incoherent intermittently, she couldn't understand the matter between her and Ying Hui in a few words, the only thing that came to mind when she was in a hurry was. "I'm divorced." She called out, but calmed down and repeated unconsciously, "I'm divorced."
divorced? Yi Chen's face became even more gloomy, and he laughed in anger. "Why do you think that I, He Yichen, would want a divorced woman."
Mo Sheng was stunned, her eyes gradually dimmed, her shoulders slumped slightly. You expected that earlier, didn't you? Why does she have to come here to let her dead heart die again? How ridiculous it is to gamble on yourself just because of those few lines of poetry and just because of that photo!
But still wanted him to know, "It's not like this between me and him..." Mo Sheng tried to explain in vain.
"Enough!" Yi Chen couldn't bear to stop her, "You don't need to describe to me all the things between you and your ex-husband. If you want to gain sympathy and comfort, then you have found the wrong person."
She pursed her lips, but didn't say anything. Saying it or not saying it makes no difference, doesn't it? The facts cannot be changed.
"I'm leaving." Mo Sheng stood up, didn't look at him, and said with a trembling voice, "I'm sorry to bother you."
He didn't stop her, as if caught in some incomprehensible myth.
She opened the door, only to hear him say from behind, "Wait."
Turning back, he stood up from the sofa and picked up the car keys on the table: "I'll take you back."
Mo Sheng was stunned and shook his head: "No, I can do it myself."
"You can indeed." Yi Chen said sarcastically, "Then something happened accidentally, and I was the suspect. At that time, we really couldn't get involved."
Do lawyers think so carefully? Mo Sheng spat out a few words with great difficulty: "I'm sorry to trouble you."
"This is the last time in my life." Yi Chen said coldly.
Mo Sheng had never driven such a fast car before. The driver seemed calm, but the speed was terrifyingly crazy. When the car finally stopped, her face was pale and her hands and feet were weak, but Yi Chen's expression was as peaceful as if he had just taken a walk.
"Give me a reason," he said, looking ahead.
She looked at his indifferent profile, her stomach so uncomfortable that she couldn't think about what he meant.
"Tell me you love me."
Mo Sheng was stunned and suddenly choked up: "Yi Chen, I..."
"Okay!" He interrupted her suddenly and rudely: "Stop talking!"
She looked at his uncertain expression at a loss.
After a while, he said, "You go. I'll give you an answer tomorrow."
Perhaps because of motion sickness, she hadn't slept well that night. When the phone rang in the morning, she almost immediately picked it up.
"Hey."
"I'm downstairs with you, bring your ID card down."
After he finished speaking, he hung up, Mo Sheng had no chance to ask anything at all, and hurried downstairs with the good things. Yi Chen's car was parked opposite, Mo Sheng hesitated to open the car door and sit in.
"Have you brought your ID card?"
"Bring it." Mo Sheng was a little puzzled, "Why do you want an ID card?"
"Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau." Yi Chen said lightly.
"Civil Affairs Bureau?" Mo Sheng had a vague concept, but he didn't quite understand it.
"Yes." Yi Chen indifferently seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him, "Let's go to register for marriage."
marry? ! Mo Sheng looked at him in astonishment, wondering if he heard it wrong: "Yi Chen..."
"Get out of the car if you don't want to go." Yi Chen didn't even look at her, so he dropped this sentence.
Seeing his resolute look, she suddenly understood. He is forcing her, and he is forcing himself, no matter what the result is, he wants to end it, and there is no room for repentance. If she gets out of this car now, then they really have no chance in the future.