When Han Yue left, a Liang cleaned up the kitchen and prepared for the things to use tomorrow. When he returned to the restaurant, he found that the man was still standing at the door.
Slightly drooped his head, the expression on his face could not see clearly.
Today they have a rest in the restaurant, so Huo Jingke takes Han Yihong to play mahjong.
It won't be back until half past nine.
Huo Jingke is pushing Han Yihong's wheelchair. They are chatting about trifles in a light voice.
Walking to the door of the restaurant, Huo Jingke recognized the figure still standing at the door.
He Leng for a while, Han Yihong has opened a mouth: "young man, the restaurant is closed today, if you want to eat, book early tomorrow."
At this time, ah Liang also ran out, winked at Huo Jingke, and whispered: "the clock is coming at eight o'clock. Sister Yue has gone to sleep, and he still stands."
"It's OK. Leave it to me. You can get off work."
A Liang nodded: "good."
Huo Jingke looked down at Han Yihong with a gentle tone: "I'll push you back to your room and have a rest."
Han Yihong didn't think much. Her eyes fell on the man again and looked at Huo Jingke: "then you remember to come early tomorrow. I want to see the sunrise."
"Don't worry. Remember." Huo Jingke's tone is low and soft, pushing Han Yihong to turn out from the back door.
A Liang packed his bag and went out of the door. He looked at the man as he passed by. Then he pushed his motorcycle out of the shed and left the restaurant screaming.
After Han Yihong is settled down, Huo Jingke takes a look at Han Yue's closed door and leaves the yard with a slight sigh.
At the door of the restaurant, the man is still there.
Huo Jing Ke Li went to the door of the restaurant and called to him, "come in, don't pestle."
The man finally moved and turned his neck rigidly. After a moment of silence, he lifted his feet and entered the restaurant.
Huo Jingke went to boil water, he sat in the seat Han Yue had sat before, playing with the water cup she had just used.
The eyebrows and eyes drooped lightly, still can't see the expression clearly.
Huo Jingke made tea and brought it over. He sat down opposite him: "Chu Mo, tell me, what do you want to do?"
Chu Mo finally raised his head, and there was a deep feeling in his eyes: "child Is it mine? "
No doubt it's not the one named a Liang just now, otherwise he won't leave on his motorcycle.
That guy is supposed to be a guy in the store.
Huo Jingke smile: "in my opinion, this is not important, I can say that Han Yue is now single."
Chu Mo once again hung his head, ups and downs in the chest, sour and astringent.
So that woman with a child alone in the face of the tragic situation at that time, but also with the loss of memory injured mother across the sea to this strange place.
We can imagine her helplessness and loss at that time.
And where was he then?
After returning to Haicheng, I still think about enterprises and cooperation.
He didn't feel fit to be a person.
"Can she forgive me?" Chu Mo low voice, voice contain a touch of tremble, Mou Guang eagerly looking at Huo Jing Ke: "three uncles, help me."
Huo Jingke took a sip of tea, with a light tone: "it's not that I don't help you, but it took me a lot of effort to let her accept me to stay in the shop. I can't help you."
"What should I do?" Chu Mo asked with sincere tone and deep eyes.
Huo Jingke was silent: "I don't know."
If Chu Mo wants to recover Han Yue, he must insist on his own.
Besides, Huo Jingke really had nothing to help him.
He has no right to intervene in the final decision of South Korea and moon.
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The next morning, Huo Jingke picked up Han Yihong and took her to watch the sunrise.
A Liang asked for a half day off and didn't come to the restaurant.
Han Yue gets up and washes up, casually sets up a long sleeve T-shirt skirt and goes to the restaurant.
I didn't sleep well last night. I was in a coma.
But we still need breakfast.
There are six tables reserved for lunch today. Although a Liang has already prepared the dishes, she has to be busy for a while.
A light push into the restaurant.
Porridge, fried eggs, and there should be a fried noodles with sauce.
"Ah Liang." Han Yue probed into the kitchen and said, "don't you mean to ask for leave? How..."
Han Yue's words suddenly stop, the busy man in the kitchen wearing an apron is not a Liang.
His face has not yet detumescence, there are clear traces, wearing ordinary casual pants and T-shirt, Han Yue recognized the brand, is Huo Jingke often wear right.
Hearing the noise at the door, Chu Mo turned off the congee fire, smiling and flattering: "porridge will be ready soon, you go to the restaurant and wait."
Han Yue snorted coldly, took a coat directly from the cupboard, put it on, and walked out the door with her feet raised.
Aware of her intention, Chu Mo takes down the cover of porridge to dissipate heat, and chases out quickly."Han Yue..."
Han Yue ignored him and walked out a little faster.
Passing by the restaurant, she just smelled the strong smell of fried sauce, and the nausea was coming. She vomited out of the restaurant and directly supported the post at the door.
Chu Mo quickly poured a cup of warm water and ran out, patting her gently on the back and passing it over: "drink water, press it."
This is what he just learned from a Liang yesterday.
Han Yue felt sick and retched, but she didn't care much about it, so she took a mouthwash.
Chu Mo took the opportunity to say earnestly: "Han Yue, I was wrong, you give me a chance, at least eat something, I made a morning."
Han Yue's eyes narrowed and looked at him coldly: "all morning? so what? Are you aggrieved? "
"I don't have one." Chu Mo raised his hand and swore: "I am very happy, very excited, very satisfied, because I found you, I almost didn't sleep all night."
"Good." Since Han Yue is very satisfied with you
Chu Mo: "what's more No, I mean I'm content to find you, but... "
I don't want to be just with you.
But Chu Mo gave up for a long time, now is not the time to say that, at least let her accept his existence first.
Han Yue didn't want to hear what he said, but instead, she went back to the dining room and wanted to sit on the sofa. Only then did she find that there were men's clothes on the sofa.
Shirt and trousers, put aside in a proper way.
The pillow she had put on the sofa was also put aside, and it seemed that someone was sleeping on it at night.
She frowned and threw the man's clothes on the floor: "this is the sofa for guests to wait for dinner, not for sundries."
Chu Mo face unchanged pick up the clothes, tone or as always gentle please: "I know, after I pay attention."
Han Yue frowned, looked at him, and said nothing.
Chu Mo went back to the kitchen with his clothes and threw them into the garbage can. After that, he filled the porridge and the small dishes and brought them to the table nearest to Han Yue.
Wipe hands to see her, the expression is simple: "come to eat."
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