Chapter 397

There are too many people in the world who don't believe in the truth and don't care about the truth at all, but they will "kill" with their own words and actions and disguise themselves as innocent afterwards without any legal sanction.

Or even themselves, they think they are innocent.

Yin Yixi agrees that Xiao Mocheng pretends to be a couple is helpless, but this kind of deception, once exposed, will lead to an uproar. When people hate cheating, they will never think of the people who put Yin Yixi and Gong bingye's feelings at the top of the storm and implicated ruiruirui and fu'er. In fact, they are just people.

Song Qijia's words are completely selfish, but it is also an undeniable fact. Yin Yixi must admit that these days and palace ice night lingering sweet time, the heart has always been entangled with a touch of uneasiness.

When they are alone, she deliberately ignores this sense of uneasiness. But at this time, she is in a grand banquet. She sees Gong bingye and song Qijia being blessed and urged to get married, while she and Xiao Mocheng are surrounded by reporters. They probe into their private life without dignity. The uneasiness seems to be buried in the soil for a long time, absorbing enough water to break through the soil and occupy all her mind.

She was so scared that what happened to her five years ago or a few weeks ago made her tremble.

She loves Gong bingye and her two children, so she doesn't want to hurt them because of her existence. She always forces herself to be strong, but when she faces love, she is timid again and again

Seeing her wavering, song Qijia is more and more proud with a smile. He is about to say something more, but Yin Yixi is called away by a phone call.

Outside the bathroom, Xiao Mocheng waited for a long time, and saw Yin Yixi come out to greet him.

"Call me. What can I do for you?" Yin Yixi lowered his head to arrange the dress and skirt, and asked listlessly.

Xiao Mo Cheng looked down at her and thought about it for a few seconds. He said, "there are several media that want to interview us. You..."

"I'm a little tired." Yin Yixi interrupted him and turned to look at the door of the banquet hall: "I want to go home first."

The atmosphere solidified for a moment. When she was interviewed, Xiao Mo Cheng always paid attention to Yin Yixi around her and probably knew the reason why she was in a low mood.

He is very distressed, but it is part of the plan to push Yin Yixi to the end. Now that most of the things have been successful, he can no longer be soft hearted.

"As you know, Xiao is still under criticism recently, including my president, who has also been drawn out by various media to ridicule..."

He deliberately said half of it, then took a deep breath and shook his head with a bitter smile: "forget it, these things have nothing to do with you, I should have solved them. Go back. Do you need a driver to see you off? "

Xiao Mocheng is so smart that he knows that the more selfless and generous he is, the more guilty Yin is.

Sure enough, after listening to what he said, Yin Yixi hesitated to look at the reporters waiting nearby, and whispered, "I'll stay Go after the interview. "

Once again, he was brought into the banquet hall by Xiao Mocheng, and once again besieged by the microphone and camera. The flash in his eyes was very uncomfortable. Yin Yixi tried to hold up a stiff smile, but his chest was very stuffy and his breathing was not smooth.

Xiao Mo Cheng affectionately encircles her shoulder. From a distance, it should be a scene of great love, but as a client, she can only experience embarrassment and pain.

Mr. Xiao Mo Cheng blocked many questions for her, but I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. When a reporter raised the microphone in front of her and asked her if she was cheated by Gong bingye, Xiao Mo Cheng didn't say a word. Instead, he followed the crowd to her face.

"I heard that Miss Yin had a love affair with Mr. Gong bingye. As we all know, Mr. Gong already has a fiancee. Are you cheated by Mr. Gong?"

The reporter is aggressive, other reporters also follow suit, Yin Yixi helpless Leng in situ.

She can't explain. Every sentence in front of the camera will be magnified infinitely. Whether she defends for herself or for Gong bingye, it will make the existing situation worse.

This is a trap!

Nameless anger suddenly broke through the obstacles, burning in the chest, she struggled to push away Xiao Mo Cheng, clenched her lips to escape.

People on the scene looked at each other. Xiao's face was cold. He stared at the reporter who just asked questions and said to Xue Dong, "go to find out which media company he belongs to and settle the acquisition!"

Then, regardless of everyone's astonished eyes, he quickly went after Yin Yixi.

Wearing a long skirt and high-heeled shoes, Yin Yixi stumbled and fell in the corner before he ran out of the banquet hall.

The jeweled men and women pass by holding their noble heads high. Occasionally, people passing by will glance at her curiously, but those eyes are nothing more than pity, ridicule or contempt.

She hung down her head, clenched the torn fabric of the dress skirt tightly in her hands. Her right foot was almost unconscious, and only her ankle was faintly hot. It seemed that she was injured.

Compared with the external predicament, what made her feel more painful was the delay of dignity.

It's true that when she was wrapped in expensive clothes that were not suitable for her, she fell down and became a "spectacle" in other people's eyes, her cheeks were burning hot, her brain was blank, but her perception was unprecedented clear.The cynical lips, scornful eyes, and disgusting expressions of the upper class all seemed to be photographed in front of her.

Just as she was dying of shame and indignation, a hand appeared in front of her.

With those hands slowly raised her head, she saw Xiao's worried face, but her eyes turned and fell behind Xiao's side.

Behind the banquet table full of fine wine and delicious food, Gong bingye and song Qijia hold hands and talk with each other with a smile. The light of the whole audience converges on them, so noble and so compatible.

No wonder the palace family doesn't like her. Song Qijia in front of her is what the palace family's young grandmother should look like!

All of a sudden, something seems to have collapsed at the bottom of her heart, giving out the sound of falling apart. With tears in her eyes, she looks at Xiao Mo Cheng seriously.

"Do you really care about a humble person like me?"

How long did Xiao Mocheng wait for this sentence? Even he can't remember it, but his response was very firm. Even because of his excitement, his voice trembled: "I like you, as long as you like."

The person she loves deeply is dating another woman, and is crowned as a fiancee. At the moment, this person reaches out his hand and says that he likes her. If she wants to, she can get out of the mire and never be disturbed by love again.

Maybe she was too tired, so she closed her eyes and held out her hand

Xiao Mo Cheng was overjoyed. He took her hand devoutly. Then he held her in his arms and left the noisy banquet hall.

When their figures disappear at the door, Gong bingye just turns his head. After being shocked, he immediately goes after them, but song Qijia grabs them by the arm before walking.

"There are many reporters over there. Are you sure you want to put Gong in danger again?"

Fearing that Gong's threat could not persuade Gong bingye, song Qijia added in a low voice: "you are not reunited. It's the same to go to find her after the banquet."

Moved by song Qijia's last sentence, Gong bingye's fingers clenching the wine cup gradually relax. He looks at the direction of the two people's departure and finally draws back his eyes.

At night.

Yin Yixi is brought back to her villa by Xiao Mocheng. She just wants to find a place to rest, so she has no objection to this.

"This is my room. It's too late to clean up. You stay here first." Xiao Mo Cheng simply explained a few words, and then took the door to leave.

Yin Yixi leans on the head of the bed. His head is dizzy. He wants to obey his body's instinct and go to sleep like this. But he is not at ease with his two children, so he has to call Su Miaoxin and ask her to take care of him.

Su Miaoxin seems to hear that she is in a bad state, rarely asked anything, even if asked, she can not answer.

After hanging up the phone, her whole body strength was evacuated instantly, she lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep immediately.

After a long sleep, she was woken up by a series of footsteps. The night light was on in the room. She opened her eyes and found that she had a quilt on her body. Turning her head, Xiao was putting a bowl of hot soup noodles on the bedside table.

"Awake?" Xiao Mocheng raised his hand to look at his watch and said with a gentle smile, "I haven't slept for long. Now that you're awake, eat first, and then sleep. "

Yin Yixi has no appetite at all now. Just as he wants to refuse, Xiao Mocheng has already walked into the bathroom. A moment later, he comes out with a wet towel.

"Wipe your face."

The towel came to his eyes. After crying, his skin was really uncomfortable. Yin Yixi accepted his kindness.

Just after wiping his face, a cup of warm milk appeared in front of him again. Xiao's gentle smile made people unable to say no.

"Can I have a glass of milk instead of noodles?" Yin Yixi asked in a hoarse voice.

Xiao Mo Cheng rubbed her hair, as if to appease the angry children: "dinner did not eat, be careful of hungry stomach."

"But I really can't eat it. "

Mood down to the extreme, she would like to sleep dead in the past, chest seems to be blocked by a big stone, astringent hair stuffy, how can eat?

Xiao Mo Cheng leaned over her face, slowly approached her face, stopped at a distance of a few centimeters, and asked slightly wrongly, "I failed to cook for the first time, and I failed many times. Do you really want to give face a try?"

Is this bowl of noodles made by him?

Looking at him like this, Yin Yixi is embarrassed and shrinks back to look at the bowl of noodles on the bedside table.

The clean white porcelain bowl is moist with soup. The surface is floating with chopped coriander and oil stars. The thin noodles seem to have been combed. They lean neatly on one side of the bowl, surrounded by tomatoes and half eggs of the same size, and a few pieces of stewed beef are placed on the top.

Although she has no appetite, she must admit that this bowl of noodles looks delicious, and the person who made it moved her even more.

"Xiao Mo Cheng..."

She sobbed out the name, then leaned over and hugged him.