Then Yi Chen's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Mo Sheng, you wrote it wrong." He looked at her with a smile in his eyes.
"Where is it?" The shame of being caught disappeared immediately, so he picked up a pen and wrote to him one by one, "He Yichen", what's wrong
"The order of the strokes is wrong. The 'ke' on the right side of 'He' should be written with the 'mouth' first, and then the vertical tick... Come on, write it again."
She must have been fooled by his seriousness, but she actually picked up the pen and seriously prepared to write it again. It wasn't until he wrote a "He" that he reacted: "He Yichen, why should I write your name!"
Mo Sheng handed the signed list to the clerk, who smiled and handed the bag to her: "Welcome to come next time."
The memories of the past made the mood that was just better begin to fall again, and when she walked out of the store, Mo Sheng stood blankly.
The sweetness of the past is out of reach, but the sadness of the reality is inseparable. When will they be able to regain the happiness of the past? And when will this over and over again be stopped
Thinking that Yi Chen wouldn't go back so early, Mo Sheng finished dinner on the street and didn't get home until after eight o'clock.
When I opened the door, it was pitch dark inside.
When fumbling for the light switch, a low male voice sounded.
"came back?"
"Yi Chen?" Mo Sheng, who was not prepared, was taken aback.
The voice came from the balcony, Yi Chen's tall body turned his back to her and did not turn around.
The air between them was a little oppressive.
"Why didn't you answer the phone?" Yi Chen asked in a deep voice, a little red light burning between his fingers.
what phone? cell phone? Mo Sheng took out her cell phone from her bag and found that it had been turned off early. "The phone is dead."
out of battery? It is so. Yi Chen seemed to suddenly relax, and his voice was a little tired.
"Go to bed early."
"Yeah." Mo Sheng responded, thought for a while, and then said with determination, "Yi Chen, I have something to tell you."
"say what?"
Mo Sheng bit her lower lip and said, "I don't think we are like a husband and wife, we..."
"Really?" Yi Chen said mockingly, "What should a husband and wife look like? You should have more experience than me in this regard."
There was no sound behind him for a long time, Yi Chen extinguished the cigarette, turned his head, Mo Sheng was standing there with a bag three or four meters away, his lips were pressed tightly, and his face was pale.
"I bought clothes for you." Mo Sheng stared at the floor and said softly, "I just swiped it with your card, do you want to try it?"
The stinging pain that suddenly hit his heart made Yi Chen clench his fists subconsciously.
For so many days, all he had fantasized about was that one day Mo Sheng would be able to stand in front of him again, reach out and touch, and it was no longer an illusion. Now that she is truly standing in front of him, what else does he expect
"You..." Yi Chen slowed down his voice, then stopped abruptly, staring at her hair with a livid face.
Realizing his intense gaze that cannot be ignored, Mo Sheng raised her head. Is he looking at her hair? She was a little embarrassed. "… I cut my hair."
"I have eyes to see." With a hard tone, Yi Chen's eyes condensed, and finally he turned his head restrainedly, as if he couldn't bear to look at her even more.
He quickly lit another cigarette, and after a long while, he said in an extremely depressed voice, "Go to sleep."
"But… "
"Don't talk to me now." He interrupted her roughly.
Although he was so tired from walking around, Mo Sheng didn't feel sleepy at all. He was lying on the bed listening to his footsteps from the balcony to the study.
Mo Sheng didn't know when he fell asleep.
The next day I woke up with an itchy throat and was very uncomfortable. Judging from years of experience, I probably caught a cold again.
Yi Chen was long gone, Mo Sheng found some medicine and took it, and hurriedly passed the lunch, but still felt unwell, so he went to bed.
When he woke up, it was actually dark outside the window, Yi Chen stood in front of the bed with his hand on her forehead, his expression a little serious.
Mo Sheng looked at him and suspected that she was dreaming.
Yi Chen removed his big hand: "Get up, I'll take you to the hospital."
"Uh..." No need to exaggerate, "I just have a cold."
"You have a fever."
"I've taken medicine." Mo Sheng insisted.
He looked at her, nodded, said nothing, got up and walked away. Mo Sheng thought that he no longer insisted, but for some reason, he was slightly disappointed.
Unexpectedly, Yi Chen walked to the wardrobe and took out her clothes and put them in front of her.
"Do you want to do it yourself or do I change it for you?"
The liquid in the infusion tube fell drop by drop, and she still came to the hospital.
Remembering that someone almost forced her to change her clothes just now, Mo Sheng blushed suddenly, looking angrily at the person looking at the document opposite.
As if feeling her gaze, Yi Chen raised his head, and Mo Sheng quickly turned away.
Yi Chen didn't care, as if he had remembered something, he stood up and went out. When he came back, he took an entertainment newspaper and put it in her hand.
Mo Sheng pretended not to have seen it, and took a newspaper left by someone else from the vacant seat beside him and began to read it.
Yi Chen raised his eyebrows and went with her. My wife wants to learn more, and it is not a bad thing to study securities investment.