Chapter 1321

Mo Jincheng is back.

I'm still wearing a suit that I left the company.

The bright yellow light shrouded his figure gently, and separated his appearance in the light so that he could not see clearly.

Fang Yuan went to see him calmly.

But found no matter how hard, have no way to see the opposite person.

Mo Jincheng sees the square circle standing at the door, and his look of astonishment flashes away in his eyes. Soon, he recovers as usual, with long, slender legs and a smile: "how come he hasn't slept so late?"

There was no change in his face.

and before, as like as two peas in the first place.

It seems that the problem that has been in Fangyuan's heart and is about to become fishbone is not a problem at all.

Fang Yuan calmly looks at the man in front of him, the obscure waves rolling in the coast.

It's like a tsunami to ferment.

Only she knew how angry she was at the moment.

"I'm waiting for you."

Almost gnashing his teeth to say these words, round face calm, hands are tightly squeezed into a ball.

She has never been angry with Mo Jincheng.

Because he's really good at it.

As a husband, he is a very qualified husband.

As a father, he is also a qualified father.

Everything is perfect.

Perfect to flawless.

Mo Jincheng's deep eyes look at the square, like a deep ancient well. People can't guess what he is thinking.

He just looked at the square.

Fang Yuan was gradually lost his momentum.

Originally this matter is mo Jincheng concealing her, now by him so see go on, Fang Yuan all want to doubt is oneself too make a mountain out of a molehill.

"I said I would come back."

Mo Jincheng looks at Fangyuan's eyes. In the dark night sky, those eyes are just as beautiful, like dazzling stars.

It's amazing, it's distressing.

"Well."

Fang Yuan looks at Mo Jincheng's eyes, but he doesn't know what to say. If he wants to question, he seems to have been absorbed by his deep eyes.

In the end, it became: "you haven't eaten yet. Come in and eat."

She walked ahead, every step was slow.

The Mo Jin Cheng behind also followed to come in.

Two people's shadows interweave together, like a graceful words.

Fang Yuan looked at the back of the two people. He didn't know when the two people who were very close were estranged.

There is no way to ask questions in this quiet environment.

Two people sat at the table in silence.

The food on the table has been cold for a long time.

Mo Jincheng's eyebrows slightly wrinkled and said in a deep voice: "you haven't eaten yet?"

There is also a bowl in front of Fangyuan.

I don't think I had a meal.

His face sank.

Fang Yuan gets up and takes up the cold dishes. Instead of answering Mo Jincheng's question, he turns and walks to the kitchen.

Mo Jincheng looks at Fang Yuan's back and knows that she is dissatisfied with what she conceals.

He lowered his head slightly with a bitter smile.

Suddenly remembered a long time, a person said to her: "don't be emotional."

Emotion is the biggest disaster in the world.

It's a more painful disaster than birth, aging and death.

Deep eyes, like sinking into infinite darkness.

When I raised my eyes, the room was empty, as if there was no one in the world, he was alone all the time.

Suddenly, I think of ten years ago when I first went to the United States to live.

I'm alone.

Originally, he thought that he had been destined to be alone, and even gladly accepted this fate, but he did not expect to meet Fang Yuan when he returned home.

There is no way to prevent fate.

Also let him originally dark to no light life, because meet the square and become colorful.

Life is no longer a line, no longer a script, no longer endless lyrics.

It's the little sweetness in the tea.

The door of the kitchen opened gently, and the square standing inside came out with the hot food.

She didn't wake up any of the servants.

It's about heating the food yourself.

In front of Mo Jincheng.

Like all the wives in the world, she is virtuous and dignified, kind and decent

There is no way to compare all the words in the world

She is so good that Mo Jincheng has to doubt whether it is because he is so happy that even God is jealous of this happiness."Dinner."

Fang Yuan looked at his Mo Jincheng and said in a low voice.

But Yu Guang glances at Mo Jincheng's slender hand.

His hands are very beautiful, thin, but not that kind of morbid thin, and very long, like bamboo chopsticks made of jade porcelain.

When you put it on the table in silence, under the light, it's more like a delicate work of art.

He's beautiful.

Sometimes Fang Yuan will doubt whether everything in front of him is true.

Is it just a dream.

When I woke up, I found that I was still a little sister working in the Jiang family.

Two people did not speak, the silence in the room, like the spread of the virus, gradually surrounded the two people.

Fang Yuan didn't know how to ask.

Mo Jincheng doesn't know where to start.

Only the sound of chopsticks gently touching the bowl spread throughout the room.

Fang Yuan is in a bad mood. He puts down his chopsticks after eating only half a bowl.

She took a look at Mo Jincheng, who was still eating gracefully. After thinking about it, she stood up and went to the second floor.

Since I don't want to say it, I don't want to say it.

She is tired and wants to have a good sleep. Let's leave everything to tomorrow, which will never come.

Mo Jincheng still lowers his head and eats in silence.

Fang Yuan has already walked to the stairs. When she stepped on the first stairs, she heard Mo Jincheng's low voice: "Fang Yuan, I love you."

Magnetic sound, spread in the room, gently hit the wall, rebounded into the round ears.

She was like a slow old man, until she came to the second stairs, she was stiff.

It took a long time to find a voice to answer.

"I know."

I know you love me just as you know I love you.

But, so what?

Even if you love me again, you still have to hide, cheat and escape.

There was something hot rolling on her cheek.

Soon, like a broken bead, drop by drop.

She heard her voice, as if it had come from a distant place.

"I went to bed."

Then, he walked slowly to the second floor as if he had been pushed.

The steps are heavy.

Every step is on the heart of Mo Jincheng and Fang Yuan.

Dong Dong, Dong Dong.

It resounds through my heart.

Mo Jincheng silently looks at the chopsticks in his hand. The rice in his mouth suddenly seems to have changed its flavor and is hard to swallow.