Chapter 671

Wenyi looked at him, looked at the closed door of the ward again, smiled again, and said in a lazy voice, "here you are, don't you go to see Miss Li? I can't help but follow her father when I don't think about her Then my resume for the rest of my life will have to add a stroke - forcing my husband's father and daughter to die. "

Mo Shichen looked at her funny, pinched her cheek with his fingers, and then said lightly, "I'm here to pick you up."

"Oh..." Wenyila's tone was long, and he let him hold it lightly. "Master Mo, when I'm not here, you go to the airport to meet people. When I'm here, you don't visit me through a door. To be honest, you behave like this It's really a little too deliberate. I don't think you can't even feel guilty. "

Mo Shichen looks down at her, takes back his hand and smiles, "OK, I'll go in and say hello. I'll take you to dinner later and wait for me for a minute."

Wenyi smiled at him, then raised his wrist. "The time begins, but it doesn't wait."

“……”

He took a look at her, released his arm around her waist, went to the door and twisted the door handle into it.

Li qianrui is still in the position when Wenyi leaves. When someone comes in, she seems to have not heard the movement at all. Sitting still is like sculpture.

Mo Shichen stood in the center of the ward and looked at her silent and slender figure silently. After about 20 seconds, his voice broke the grave like silence. "You have a good rest these two days. Your father will be buried the day after tomorrow. I will come to pick you up in the morning."

She didn't speak, she didn't respond.

"Qian Rui," the man said flatly, "I know you feel sad and desperate now, but don't think about it. It has no meaning except to deprive yourself of life."

Li qianrui finally moved, she turned around, the dry tears on her face, no tears in her eyes, empty, she said with a smile, "you are telling me that if I commit suicide like my father, you will not regret or feel guilty about it, so I don't have to do it?"

"Yes," the beautiful thin lips of the man spewed out a word without any hesitation. He looked at the hope floating out of her eyes and said the rest in the same tone, "but not for a long time. The longer the time is, the more chance it is until he can't remember it again."

The glimmer in Li qianrui's eyes suddenly went out.

Mo Shichen takes back his sight and turns away.

Take the door, he looked at the woman leaning against the wall, looked down at the watch, smiled, "madam, if I have been more than a minute, you really intend to leave your husband with other women, just like this?"

"Fifty four seconds," Wenyi left hand fell back to the side of the body, looked up at him, smiled slightly, "of course, that's not good. I have to wait for the eldest son to come out, and then throw off the unhappy face, and then leave angrily."

"Then do I have to come out seven seconds late to give your wife a chance to act?"

She glanced at him lazily, and then unconsciously yawned. Sleepiness made her frown. Before she could wait for ink, Chen responded. She had already stepped forward two steps, her hands around the man's waist, her head buried in his chest, and murmured, "sleepy, hungry."

Her action made Mo Shichen's heart soften in vain. It seemed that there was a slight collapse. He held her back and asked softly, "eat first or sleep first?"

"I don't know."

He smiled and whispered, "I'll take you to some of your favorite food, and then go back to bath and sleep."

"Well."

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Come to Jiangcheng again. It's quite a different feeling.

Mo Shichen sent the driver back to drive himself. He said that he would take her to the restaurant where she had "dated" a few months ago, and make up for the meal she wanted but was defeated by the later conversation.

Wenyi sat on the copilot, propped up his head at will, aimlessly sweeping the scenery outside the car window, and supporting his chin to tease him, "when the eldest son came back to this place, people became grounded, drove himself, and would condescend to eat in a restaurant."

The man glanced at her, hooked his lips and said, "I thought you liked it and would feel sweet."

Wenyi did not hesitate to give affirmation, "not bad."

"Something practical."

"You're good at driving. I'll give you the actual one when you get off."

Mo Shichen made a sound, looked ahead, and concentrated on driving. After a while, the radian of his lips was converged, and the expression on his face gradually returned to indifference. There was even a few indescribable gloom between his eyebrows and eyes.

But Wenyi was sleepy because of the time difference, so she narrowed her eyes and took a nap. Unconsciously, she went to sleep. When the car suddenly slowed down, she was suddenly awakened.

Then the handsome, silent face of the man in the driver's seat ran into her eyes.

She was slightly stunned, but silent. When the speed stabilized, she closed her eyes again.

While the man driving is about immersed in his own thinking, the distracted divergence makes him not find that the woman beside him is asleep and wakes up.The car stops in front of the restaurant, Mo Shichen unties his seat belt, pushes the door open, walks around the front of the car to the front passenger's door, opens the door, raises his lips which are used to being spoiled, and reaches out to her.

It's about five o'clock in the evening. It's a little early from the meal point, so there are few people and cars outside the restaurant. But in this season of this place, although there is no West Mountain, the sunset is just above the sea level.

The color of sunset is orange, very beautiful.

Covering his slender and handsome figure, the missing fell on her face and hair.

Wenyi got out of the car, and when her foot landed, the door was closed by the man's extended arm.

He naturally took her and turned to walk into the restaurant.

But she stood still and refused to move.

Mo Shichen looks back at her.

Due to the geographical location of Jiangcheng, even in the early winter, the temperature was not too low. Wenyi wore a medium long tassel cardigan sweater, and her short hair on her shoulder was disordered by the sea wind for several times. It was elegant, with the smell of fireworks belonging to a woman. He held her hand in his hand and looked at him like this.

He turned and took a step towards her. Her tall body almost blocked the sea breeze for her. Her hair was waving with his fingers, and he sighed low, "you don't have enough sleep, so you want to lose your temper?"

"Mo Shichen," she no longer called him master Mo as she did when she was teasing or mocking.

When Mo Chen squinted her eyes, her face was locked by the deeper vision.

She said quietly, "don't coax me to coax me. Tell me your truth. Do you think I'm here to make you feel embarrassed and tired, because you have to pick up your mood and cover up your sadness to accompany me, which makes your heart tired?"