Chapter 705

Wenyi frowned, took a breath, looked at his hand on his shoulder and said, "can you lighten it?"

He looked at the past along her line of vision, stunned, or loosened his strength in the next second, then took back his hand, dropped back to his side, a pair of dark eyes staring at her deeply, tone tired and helpless, "what do you want?"

"I don't think it's always clear."

The man's body seemed to stand a little straighter, more upright, and colder. "Do you think I'll never care about her again?"

Wenyi didn't speak. She smiled and stopped.

Mo Shichen looked at her bleak side face and asked, "I can't go to see her now, or you will never forgive me if you add mistakes to mistakes, right?"

Forgive two words, don't know is her illusion, he seems to bite out a kind of ridicule taste.

"Wenyi," he calmed down because of his emotional precipitation, and all the dark complexities faded away. He was like a cloud of ink quietly and deeply. "It's my fault to cheat you for accommodating you this time. In fact, I just can't abandon all the unconditional accommodations to a woman. Her father died, and she has been tortured, so I just need to hate you It will take a little time to solve it. If you want to achieve the effect you want, you will still refuse. If you have to let her die, or let me watch her die without caring, you can forgive me for not doing it. "

When Mo Chen dun for a moment, he glanced at the direction of the villa and said lightly, "it's cold, B, send your Miss Wen back."

After that, he stopped looking at Wenyi and turned away.

Two meters later, he heard the voice of the woman behind him, "since our tolerance and compromise for each other have been exhausted, it is the best time to separate."

When Mo Chen's body was standing, looking from a distance, it was a little tense and stiff.

But Wenyi finally stood up straight after saying this, no longer leaning on the body, but opened the door, said a word to B to drive, and got on the car directly.

B of course, I won't pay too much attention to him. I just look up and quickly open the driver's door to get on.

Maybach back up, get out.

Wenyi did not squint, nor did the man look back.

In the car.

B from time to time, look in the rearview mirror at Wenyi sitting in the back.

Wenyi looked up. "If you have something to say, just say it."

B hesitated for a few seconds, or made a low voice, "just now it may be that master Mo heard that Li qianrui had committed suicide and was not in the mood. Miss Wen, in this case, you won't let master Mo go to see her, only that woman will be cheaper."

Wenyi held his head, closed his eyes and smiled, "do you think she really wants to die?"

"She knew that Mr. Mo would pass."

Wenyi said faintly, "how can people who really want to die be selected at that time?"

"But young master Mo doesn't know"

"he just doesn't want to know, or even if he knows, he still can't give up. I've known him for such a long time. Do you think he's a man with deep feelings and heavy responsibilities? No, he's thinner than 90% of the men in the world. He's already given up if he can. All the people in his heart can't give up."

B is stunned and speechless.

One can't live without him, one can't give up, they are doomed to be impossible to clean up the relationship in a period of time.

Li qianrui was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment and blood transfusion.

She soaked the cut blood vessels in hot water, causing a large area of blood loss, but fortunately it was not long, so it was not serious. In the ward, a woman with a more bloodless face lay silent in bed.

Mo Shichen stood on one side and looked at her for a moment. Then he copied his hand into the trousers pocket of the trousers and walked out of the ward with long legs.

Outside the ward, the woman in charge of looking after Li qianrui is waiting anxiously. Seeing the man come out, her shoulders shrink, "Mr. mo."

When Mo Chen came to the door, Jun's face was cold and cold. He asked quietly, "before I arrived, what happened?"

"That's the lady who drove your car. Later I found out that it wasn't you who wanted to stop her but couldn't stop her. Later she said something to miss li. It may be that the words were too heavy. Miss Li couldn't think of driving for a while."

Mo Shichen bowed his head. "What did she say?"

The woman's face was full of embarrassment.

He frowned, "said."

The woman simply repeated their conversation. She was old and could only remember a general idea. She was impressed. When she said the last sentence, she didn't dare to look at her with her head down. "Later, Miss Li said that if she can't see you in the future, she won't live. Your wife said that if she can't live, she won't live."

Mo Chen's face was expressionless, neither angry nor moved, but he narrowed his eyes slightly and held back the contents of the bottom of his eyes.

Half a sound later, he said lightly, "the doctor said she was out of danger. You are here to look after her."

The woman answered. When the man turned around to leave, she suddenly thought of something. She asked in a hurry, "would you like to call if Miss Li wakes up later?""I'll call you when I'm done."

"Oh, yes."

When Mo Shichen drove back, he kept thinking about the last sentence Wen Yi said. Since our tolerance and compromise for each other have been exhausted, it is the best time to separate.

Tolerance? Compromise?

Is it not that he has been chasing her patiently and coaxing her from the beginning to the end, even if he said two words about Qian Rui's abduction last time, he coaxed her back for a week?

She tolerated compromise with him?

Many complex emotions, such as a tangled heart, let him be bored and grumpy as never before.

His face was overcast, and he stepped on the accelerator with one foot, pushing the speed to the extreme.

When Mo Shichen returned to the villa, mother Su told his wife that she was in her study.

He didn't even have a reply. He walked up the stairs with long legs and pushed the door of her study open without knocking.

There is no light in the study. The woman is sitting in the chair behind the desk. She has an open notebook in front of her. The light on the screen reflects on her face. Her fingers are knocking on the keyboard word by word. She looks very focused.

After she quit her job and stayed at home, she seldom used to go to the notebook. She went to the decorated home theater to watch movies, read books and read physical books, and only opened the notebook after occasionally checking information.

Now, he doesn't have to go to see, or even guess, and he knows that this woman is trying to get a divorce agreement.