Chapter 137

After returning to his apartment, Mo Yi is back to the work that never sleeps and reverses day and night.

In order to prevent the current overload, the circuit in the room moved in like this. After a few days of madness, Mo Yi finally stopped.

He gazed at the characters on the screen that lit up in the middle, took a deep breath, held out his long, pale fingers, pressed the enter button with a slight force.

Mo Yi's eyes reflect the fast changing numbers and codes on the screen, but his sight has become almost blank.

He blinked slowly, and his heavy eyelids fell down. It seemed that all the light and shadow went away quickly with the blurred vision. The hum of the machine in the room and the sound of the door opening seemed to be twisted into a thin ground wire, and turned into a white noise disappearing in the background.

And then everything sank into darkness.

When Mo Yi opens his eyes again, he stares at the ceiling in a trance. He doesn't know where he is for a moment. It seems that all memory and existence disappear with this almost comatose sleep.

He propped up his body with his arms and looked around slowly, only to find himself lying on the bed in the room.

Mo Yi looks down at his thin quilt, and then he struggles to sit up with the protest of his sore muscles.

His memory came back slowly.

The door of the room was pushed open, Wen Chen quickly walked in, reached out to hold Mo Yi slightly inclined body.

He handed the glass in the other hand to Mo Yi.

Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at Wen Chen. Then he slightly avoided him, held his hands and leaned his body weight against the head of the bed. He reached out to take the cup and said softly:

"thank you very much."

As soon as the words fell, he was startled by his own voice -- his voice was so hoarse and terrible that it sounded as if it was smoked.

Mo Yi took a sip of the warm water in the cup. He felt the warm water flow down his throat and flowed into his heart. He injected vitality into his body that he had not seen for a long time, as if he had come back to life again.

He took a long breath and put the glass on the bedside table to one side.

Wen Chen stood by the bed and looked at him quietly, his long eyelashes hanging quietly, and a pair of light gray eyes staring at him:

"how about it?"

Mo Yi habitually reached out and rubbed his sore temple, then considered the language and replied:

"not bad, this time the progress is much more than last time."

This piece of code he found in the game is encrypted, so in these sleepless days, he designed an algorithm to calculate and decode. Now the only thing he can do is wait.

He closed his eyes a little tired - he had never done such extreme mental work since he decided to retire. The memory of these days was almost a mess in his mind, only some scattered pictures appeared occasionally in front of him.

The screen is full of fluorescence and the code characters are dancing on it, the wires are coiled around the wall and floor, the coffee cup with a small fish on the table, and the light luster of the dark brown liquid in the coffee cup reflected by the fluorescence of the screen.

Wen Chen shook his head, reached out to help Mo Yi rub his temple, and then gently and skillfully pressed it:

"what I asked is, how are you?"

He accentuated the pronunciation of "you". Mo Yi couldn't help being a little stunned. He replied dryly:

"well Not bad. "

In fact, it's really good. He usually has a headache for at least several days to recover from the work under such intensity, but now he clearly feels that his body seems to be Quality has improved?

Cool fingers gently pasted on his temples, gently kneaded with appropriate and gentle force. The cold touch of the skin brings unexpected calming effect.

The unexpected feeling of relaxation makes Mo Yi's actions that he tries to get rid of slightly, and subconsciously even wants to close his eyes.

His eyes were in a trance for a moment, and then suddenly he was clear again - his ears were hot after he realized his relaxation.

Mo Yi coughed softly and held Wen Chen's finger. He said in a deep voice:

"that No, thank you

In the palm of his hand, he heard Chen's fingers cold and slender, with distinct bony joints like jade. The slightly cold fingertips gently moved two times in his palm, and intentionally or unintentionally scratched a small piece of soft skin in his palm.

The strange itching numbness rises all the way from the sensitive palm.

Mo Yi seems to be scalded to general, instantly let go of hand, instantly look up to Wen Chen.

The other side looked at him with a straight face, as if he had not done what he had done just now, and asked clearly:

"what's the matter

Mo Yi bit his teeth and was very angry. When he heard Chen's calmness, he could not help but feel an impulse to break his calm expression. It was like prying open the hard shell of a mussel, revealing the white and soft mussel meat.He narrowed his eyes slowly, stretched out his hand to hold Wen Chen's arm, and then pulled down forcefully.

Wen Chen didn't think of Mo Yi's sudden action. He was pulled for a while and fell to the bed gently.

His eyes widened slightly, and his profile was so sharp that his aggressive face looked a little confused. He could only watch Mo Yi's face close to him.

The ear root of Wen Chen instantly jumped red, the temperature on the face rises gradually..

Mo Yi's face enlarges slowly. Wen Chen can almost see the trembling eyelashes above his dark eyes and feel his warm breath sprayed on his face --

he can't help holding his breath.

Mo Yi stopped a few centimetres away from him, then gave a low smile, knowing why he asked:

"what's the matter?"

Wen Chen also laughed, his ear tip is still bright red, and then quickly get together in the past, rubbed on his lip once.

Looking at Wen Chen's irrepressible smile, Mo Yi can't help but frown. He feels that he has paid for his daughter-in-law and broken the army, but the corner of his mouth can't help but lift a tiny arc.

He coughed twice, pressed down the smile on his lips and tightened his face again:

"OK, get up."

Wen Chen stands up obediently, Mo Yi opens the thin quilt that covers on his body, and then comes down from the bed.

Subconsciously, he glanced at his bedside electronic watch, and his eyes remained on the date for a few seconds -

two days before the next copy.

Mo Yi slightly narrowed his eyes, and his expression faded again. He stood up and walked to the bathroom.

At this time, he heard Wen Chen say behind his back: "by the way, Jiang yuanrou has sent short messages these two days."

He paused: "but there was no call."

Mo Yi was stunned, nodded thoughtfully and replied, "I know."

He told Jiang yuanrou in advance before entering the work this time, so she didn't call to disturb her. In this case, if she sent him a short message, it showed that she had something important to tell him.

The only possibility is that Jiang Yuanbai.

Mo Yi closed the door of the bathroom behind him and turned on the hot water faucet. The hot and humid steam rose with the water column and covered the cold mirror with a thin layer of white fog.

As he took off his clothes, he could not help but pucker his lips when he saw Jiang Yuanbai last time.

Mo Yi's eyes inadvertently fell on his arm, only to see that the ribbon is now properly wrapped around his forearm.

Then he remembered that after winding it up last time, he forgot to take it off because he was addicted to his work.

Under the transpiration of water vapor, the blood red lines and black ink marks on it move gently as if there were life.

Mo Yi couldn't help but stare at it again. It seemed that it had become a dead group again, as if what he had just seen was just his illusion.

He pursed his lips, untied the ribbon from his arm and studied it carefully for a moment.

I don't know why, Mo Yi always thinks that the pattern on it seems to be different from what he saw before

More than half an hour later.

Mo Yi walked out of the bathroom, picked up the mobile phone on the table beside him, and then opened a few messages Jiang yuanrou sent him. There was no detailed reason why she was looking for herself, but there was obvious anxiety between the lines.

He frowned slowly and dialed the phone back.

The sound of Jiang yuanrou was heard from the receiver:

"Hey, Mo Yi! You're done with your work! It's really rare! "

Her voice sounds light and pleasant, and she greets Mo Yi carefree.

Mo Yi frowned slowly and asked, "what's more Are you all right? "

Jiang yuanrou quickly replied: "it's OK. Oh, you said that the information I sent you is just my nerve sensitivity. You don't care about it."

Mo Yi's brow frowned more tightly, tentatively asked: "how does Yuanbai feel after waking up?"

Jiang yuanrou beamed with a smile:

"he is very good. He may not be very comfortable when he wakes up at the beginning, but he soon recovers. He has been asking about you and saying that he must thank you well when he has time."

After a few brief greetings, they hung up.

However, Mo Yi's face is still not very good. He looks at the mobile phone screen with a heavy face, then looks up at Wen Chen who comes by and says:

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