Chapter 1680

Late at night.

Mo Yiheng can't sleep and drink water, but he doesn't know what to do on the sofa.

The apartment is not very big, but it is very empty.

He hasn't seen Fang Jiamei for five days.

She said that, of course, he could not take the initiative to find her.

She didn't remember anything and would be surprised or even disgusted by his behavior.

But only he knew that the feeling of reunion made him crazy and wanted to have her.

Leaning on the back of the sofa, Mo Yiheng slowly closed his eyes, but his sweet smile still appeared in his mind.

Naive and optimistic.

Just now, a little more gloomy.

Because of that man?

She seems to really love him.

What is he?

A dependency during her recuperation?

Or is he just being sentimental?

Dingdong -

dimly, Mo Yiheng seems to hear the sound of the doorbell, opens his eyes slightly, looks to the elevator side, gets up and walks slowly, turns on the electronic visual monitoring, "who?"

A pair of familiar eyes into the lens, let Mo Yiheng's heart subconsciously tight.

"Mr. mo I have something to do with you. Can I see you? " Fang Jiamei stayed downstairs, her voice seemed to be panting.

……

A minute later, Fang Jiamei came out of the elevator, and Mo Yiheng stood in front of her with her eyes opposite, making her bow her head in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mo, I came to see you so late." Fang Jiamei grabs her skirt and whispers.

Mo Yiheng frowned when he saw her again.

At this time, her image is particularly embarrassed. Her hair is messy, even with weeds. Her arms are scratched, blood mixed with mud dripping on the floor, and her legs are several wounds, and her skirt is dirty.

Fang Jiamei saw that he had been staring at herself, and immediately put out her hand to cover her wound, "hold, sorry, I'll clean it for you."

Mo Yiheng looked away, turned and went in without saying anything.

Fang Jiamei didn't dare to go in. She was so dirty that she fell down from the second floor and fell into the grass with mud pits.

Mo Yiheng quickly came out, holding a shirt in his hand, looking at her standing there, her face was particularly gloomy, "go to wash, I have a cleanliness habit."

With that, he turned and entered the bedroom

Fang Jiamei held the clothes in her hand and closed her eyes. She slowly walked into the side bedroom where she lived last time.

There seems to be no change here. What she was like when she left, what she is like now, and even the used shampoo is still beside the bathtub.

Sure enough, men don't know how to clean it.

Fang Jiamei quickly took a bath and washed her body clean. She hesitated for a moment after taking the shirt Mo Yiheng gave her, but she put it on. It's better than being naked.

After blowing her hair twice, Fang Jiamei sees Mo Yiheng sitting on the sofa with a medicine box in front of her.

He was wearing a gray home clothes, short hair fluffy slightly drooping, elegant added a trace of tenderness, quietly sitting there waiting.

Fang Jiamei scratched her hair and walked over slowly, "Mr. mo..."

White legs into his line of sight, Mo Yiheng slowly look up, his broad shirt on her petite body, directly to the knee position, black natural curly hair on both sides, round face protein clear.

Purity reveals a trace of indescribable sexy.

Adam's apple involuntarily rolled, Mo Yiheng quickly lowered his eyes and patted the position around him.