Mo Shichen stands beside the hospital bed, his eyes are like the rain of ink, becoming more dark and thick.


    "If you want a woman to come back to him, you can''t even make a low-profile courtship. It will only force her to be busy and anxious for the family''s burden. She can''t rest during the day, toss and turn at night, and the whole person is stretched into a bow."


    Wen Hanye put one hand into his trousers pocket, looked at Wen Yi, who was still sleeping, and picked out a slight curving curve on his lips. He continued lazily and indifferently, "so far, anyway, my father is old, and he doesn''t quit now. He should retire in a few years and take my mother to enjoy Qingfu. It doesn''t matter a few years ago, let alone me. Even without the Wen family, I can raise it Since my woman, the grievance my sister suffered from you before marriage can also be regarded as her unclear understanding of people and her determination to act alone... "


    Notice the slightly changed face of the man opposite. The radian of wenhanye''s lips is deeper and colder. "But now, she doesn''t owe anyone, especially you. You can continue to deal with Wenjia, but don''t want to bully her in this way."


    At last, he restrained his unfreezing smile. "Thank you, Mr. Mo, for sending job''s tears to the hospital, but it''s over for you. The doctor also said that she needs a rest. Please."


    He made a gesture, pointing out the door, which means nothing more.


    Mo Shichen looks at the sick face on the bed.


    He left anyway.


    When you stand at the door and are about to pull the handle, you listen to the person behind you, "you always don''t realize that you have hurt her, just like this time, and this is only one of countless times for her."


    …………


    Wen Hanye looks at Chen''s back when seeing mo. as soon as he takes back his sight, he turns his head and bumps into Wen Yi''s dark and spiritless eyes, "brother."


    He raised his eyebrows. "Did you hear that?"


    "You shouldn''t have said that to him Cough, he can do anything. "


    Wen Hanye pulls a chair aside, sits down, wants to smoke and thinks that it''s the ward. He frowns impatiently, then glances at her and says, "whatever he wants, will you be bullied by him for a lifetime?"


    Wenyi''s voice was very quiet, just more empty and dumb than usual. "Nothing remarkable. I''m better than many women. He''s just a little cold and thin. He hasn''t done anything heinous to me."


    Wen doesn''t talk about it much anymore. "That''s the decision. You don''t have to deal with him any more. You''re the daughter of Wen family, not the eldest daughter of the family who needs to sacrifice their own interests for the future. Besides, there are only a few people in our family. The family doesn''t count. It''s none of your business for others."


    But if it wasn''t for me, my family wouldn''t have met this


    "Who knows," said Wen. "No one has the ability to predict. You don''t, and I don''t. Even if you didn''t marry Mo Shichen, even if you married a man arranged by your parents, who can guarantee that he will be better than Mo Shichen? What a person really looks like, even the parents who raised him may not be able to understand clearly and thoroughly, let alone irrelevant, only to see the skin of others. "


    "So, job''s son, it''s not your fault. It''s also Mo Shichen''s fault. No one will blame you, and you don''t have to blame yourself."


    Who expected that man''s actions today?


    Back ten years ago, no one could see that Wenyi''s father and mother didn''t want Wenyi to marry into the Lawrence family. It wasn''t because of moshchen. They just thought there was a slight disparity between the two families. Lawrence was strong enough to fear Wenyi would suffer losses.


    As for moshchen himself, he didn''t see any problems. He was neither a dandy nor a person who had done anything to make people complain about his bad conduct. Even his private life was well known to his girlfriend, who had been officially open to the public. It was simple and clean in the upper class society.


    Wenyi turned around and looked at his brother sitting in the chair. He didn''t speak for a long time. He was pale and confused. Was that right?


    Wen Hanye stands up and says, "I''ll call your sister-in-law and ask her to go to your apartment to clean up some clothes and daily necessities for you. Are you sick all day without eating? What do you want to eat? I''ll bring it with my mother. "


    …………


    After Mo Shichen came out of the hospital, he dismissed the driver, got on the driver''s seat and drove Rambo aimlessly in such a large and prosperous city.


    He can''t go to the company, but the manor is only a servant who can''t speak, cold and pure.


    I just drove around for an hour or two. When I passed by the river, I suddenly found a parking place to stop my car.


    Now it''s more than 9:00 p.m. and less than 10:00 p.m. there should be a residential area nearby. So although it''s late and cold, there are still three or three or two passers-by passing by, walking or going home.


    He sat in the car, looking at the flowing river, the orderly row of streetlights emitting a faint yellow warm light, gentle and cold existence, watching pedestrians passing by, it is still the same.


    "Pa," the lighter spewed out a flame, lit the man''s cigarette between his lips, and suddenly it went out again, leaving only the cigarette end flickering, the smoke dispersing, and only the blur when it was dispersing.He often felt that if everything was under control, it would be really boring.


    He also occasionally felt that people and things out of control were really annoying.


    But now, for the first time, he was confused about what to choose.


    It was too warm in the car. He pushed the door open and got out of the car. After taking off his overcoat to Wenyi, he fell into the ward. So he walked into the cold wind at night. There was still a kind of piercing cold, but it was more sobering.


    Wenyi.


    His teeth were low and he uttered these two words, and her face appeared repeatedly in his mind. When he saw her for the first time, he was so arrogant that he was instructed by his Qi. When he was in Jiangcheng, he occasionally showed a funny smile. After returning to Paris, most of the time, he was light and occasionally soft and charming, but there was always something missing.


    What''s missing.


    After returning to Paris, her temperament seems to be not as good as her wanton mood when she was in Jiangcheng.


    At last, he thought of her fainting in his arms and the quiet, weak face he had left.


    He took off the cigarette between his lips, stared at the end of the cigarette which was burning faster and seemed to be going out by the wind. He fingered and flicked the ash, and the ash was soon blown away.


    She''s so miserable with him?


    An idea came to his mind. Do you want to Let her go?


    …………


    When Mo Shichen showed up in the ward the next evening, Wenyi didn''t feel much surprised. Although she thought that he had been told to leave by her brother last night, not to say that Ming Jin would take over the army, she should at least stop for a while.