He met Wen Mo's gaze and was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "Are you injured?"

Wen Mo was confused, not knowing who this handsome uncle who suddenly appeared.

"Are you?" she asked.

It was a simple question, but the man in front of him hesitated.

Wen Mo frowned when she saw him, not displeased, but as if she was thinking about how to answer.

She couldn't help but feel funny, is this question that difficult to answer?

After a while, she seemed to hear him sigh softly: "I'm Jiang Tingshen." He paused before continuing, "I just saw your performance in the theater, and it was very exciting. ”

Oh, that's the audience who just watched the show.

"Thank you. was praised by the audience, Wen Mo was naturally happy.

"What's wrong?" he watched as her ankle swollen.

Knowing that he is an audience who likes his own dance, this time it narrowed Wen Mo's psychological distance towards him. Hearing him ask about his injury, she naturally told him that it was accidentally twisted during the performance just now.

Jiang Tingshen glanced at the driver standing next to him: "Please Director Yang come over." ”

The driver answered the call and went to the side to make a call.

"Do you like dancing very much?" Jiang Tingshen sat down in the seat next to her, as if he wanted to chat with her for a while.

Are the current audiences so enthusiastic? Wen Mo was a little surprised by the reaction of a handsome uncle.

She is bored when she sits, and when there are people chatting, she still appreciates the audience of modern dance, and she does not reject it.

"Well, I've been learning dance since I was five years old and have been studying for more than ten years. She paused, and suddenly thought of something, "Maybe it's my mother's genes, she used to be a dancer." ”

A complicated look flashed on Jiang Tingshen's face, and after a while, he sighed and said, "Yes, your mother is a very talented dancer. ”

Hearing this, Wen Mo's eyes widened suddenly.

Does he know Liu Rulan?

Wen Mo had a faint premonition in her heart.

She took a relaxed look, and her face was slightly condensed: "Who are you?"

Jiang Tingshen's expression was complicated, he seemed to be sad and guilty, but he was used to controlling his emotions, he was restrained in his joys, sorrows, and sorrows, even if his heart was fluctuating, he only sighed softly.

"Twenty-five years ago, I made a decision, and it wasn't until last year that I realized how wrong my decision was back then. If I hadn't made that decision, I might have been poor, but I would have a happy family, a gentle wife, and a beautiful daughter. ”

25 years ago......

"You should have been surnamed Jiang. He paused before saying, "I am your biological father." ”

Rao was mentally prepared, and when he heard this, Wen Mo was still stunned.

But soon, she reacted.

"My surname is Wen, and my father's name is Wen Qizheng. Her tone was light.

She had been curious about her biological father, but at the moment, he was a stranger to her. Hearing him say that she should have been surnamed Jiang, she subconsciously retorted.

Jiang Tingshen frowned, and just wanted to say something, when he suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Mr. Jiang?" Ning Aoyue walked over after making a phone call, and was a little surprised when she saw the man next to Wen Mo.

"Captain Ning. Jiang Tingshen turned his head and saw Ning Aoyue, reverted to that indifferent appearance, and got up to greet her.

"You're visiting your relatives in the hospital?" she asked.

Jiang Tingshen's eyes seemed to pass over Wen Mo and nodded.

Ning Aoyue was just about to speak, when someone suddenly walked over.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry, I was in a meeting just now. May I ask who is injured?" it was Director Yang, an orthopedic surgeon from this hospital, who hurried over.

Jiang Tingshen's eyes fell on Wen Mo: "My ......" He paused and changed his words, "This young lady." ”

I saw Wen Mo sitting on a chair, her feet swollen.

Director Yang raised his hand and called a nurse and asked her to get a wheelchair.

The wheelchair was quickly brought in, and the nurse helped Wen Mo into the wheelchair and pushed it to the front consultation room.

Wen Mo felt inexplicable, she was pushed into a wheelchair and sent to the consultation room before she could react.

Ning Aoyue also hurriedly followed.

Just now they waited for a long time to get the number of an attending physician, and when it was time to see a doctor, the doctor glanced at Wen Mo's ankle and directly asked her to go to the film first, and then talk about it after the film.

"Did you take a film?" Director Yang carefully examined Wen Mo's ankle, pressed the bone, and turned the ankle.

"It's been filmed, but the film hasn't come out yet. Ning Aoyue replied.

"Xiao Wang, you go and urge this film. Director Yang instructed his intern.

In less than ten minutes, the intern returned, holding a large bag containing freshly baked films.

Director Yang studied the film carefully, and after a while, he looked at Jiang Tingshen with a respectful attitude: "Soft tissue strain, the problem is not big, but there is a small bone protruding, which needs to be straightened, and it will hurt a little." ”

It was Wen Mo who was injured, but Director Yang explained her injury to Jiang Tingshen.

Jiang Tingshen nodded, raised his hand and pressed Wen Mo's shoulder: "Bear with me." ”

The words were very simple, and the voice was like coaxing a child.

Director Yang smiled slightly, looked at Wen Mo, and had a kind attitude: "The little girl will bear with it, and she will be fine soon." ”

Are these old men overflowing with fatherly love, all of them are like coaxing children.

Wen Mo frowned, and her eyes fell on Director Yang: "Trouble doctor." ”

"Little girl, how did you hurt your ankle?" Director Yang pressed her ankle with both hands, turning around, the force was very light, and it didn't hurt.

Wen Mo was still very nervous at first, but it didn't hurt to see him turn around for a while, and he gradually relaxed.

Hearing Director Yang's words, she naturally replied that she had come to it while dancing.

Director Yang continued her topic and said, "Dance, are you a dancer, where are you performing?"

Wen Mo thought to herself, why is this doctor so noisy, like Yu Boyan can't, always point out the situation directly in a few words.

She complained in her heart, and answered Director Yang's questions one by one.

Director Yang asked another question, and Wen Mo just wanted to answer, when suddenly, his ankle was twisted forcefully, accompanied by a crisp click.

"Alright. Director Yang had a smile in his voice.

She was stunned for a few seconds before she reacted.

It hurts, it hurts!

The pain made her facial features wrinkled.

But the stinging only lasted a minute or two, and then it was a dull pain, still painful, but acceptable.

Director Yang instructed her to take precautions and asked her to take a week off.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Jiang. Wen Mo looked at Jiang Tingshen and said lightly.

Judging from Director Yang's attitude towards Jiang Tingshen, Wen Mo could naturally tell who invited Director Yang. No matter what Jiang Tingshen's purpose was, he did her a favor.

"Teacher, let's go. Without waiting for Jiang Tingshen to answer, Wen Mo propped up her body and stood on tiptoe to walk towards Ning Aoyue.

Ning Aoyue looked at Jiang Tingshen, although she didn't understand why he appeared here, but it was not suitable to speak at the moment, so she hugged Wen Mo and walked out of the door.

Jiang Tingshen didn't make a sound, just looked at Wen Mo's figure and sighed.

in a taxi.

"Teacher, do you know that Mr. Jiang just now?" asked Wen Mo.

"Well, last year his secretary came to our troupe and said he wanted to sponsor our dance troupe, and their company was also our sponsor of this tour. Ning Aoyue said, looking at Wen Mo, "Momo, how do you know Mr. Jiang?"

Is it a coincidence? Why is it so coincidental that Jiang Tingshen's company is the sponsor of their dance troupe?

"Teacher, do you know that my mother and my father were ...... back then" Wen Mo didn't know what to say.

Ning Aoyue glanced at her worriedly, and was silent without speaking.

Wen Mo was silent for a moment before she spoke: "Teacher, you actually know that I am not my father's biological child, right?"

Ning Aoyue's eyes widened in surprise, staring at her for a long time before she hesitated to speak: "You, when did you know?"

Wen Mo explained the matter briefly.

Ning Aoyue sighed softly: "This matter, your father has never wanted you to know, but I didn't expect it to be ......"

"Teacher, why?" Wen Mo lowered her eyes slightly, looking at her bandaged feet like pig's trotters.

The foot hurts, but it doesn't hurt as much as the heart.

Those things that she deliberately ignored suddenly appeared at this moment on this night after the injury.

"Why doesn't she want me?" she finally spoke, and she didn't know if she was asking Ning Aoyue or herself.

Ning Aoyue looked at her silently, raised her hand and touched her head, and said in a soft voice: "Everyone has a time when they can't help themselves, and a mother will not give up her child easily until the last resort." ”

Wen Mo knew that she was comforting herself, but the teacher's gentle voice and words still made her feel more comfortable.

She was a little annoyed, maybe she was in the hospital that day, she should have asked.

She was holding her mobile phone and just wanted to call her father, wanting to ask him about his situation and what happened back then.

Before the number could be dialed, the phone suddenly lit up. There was no ringtone and no vibration, and if she hadn't just picked up the phone, she wouldn't have known that it had ringed.

She thought about it for a while, and finally remembered that before the afternoon performance, she would inevitably disturb others, so she set the mobile phone placed in the background to silent mode.

"Are you in the hotel?" Yu Boyan's voice came from the earpiece, faint, and he couldn't hear the emotion.

Well?

Wen Mo said she was outside, almost to the hotel.

Yu Boyan sighed, said it was okay, and then hung up.

Wen Mo was confused.

She flipped through her phone, how could there be so many missed calls, they were all Yu Boyan's.

Taxi arrived at the hotel quickly.

Ning Aoyue got out of the car first, and then helped Wen Mo out.

Wen Mo got out of the car, and as soon as she looked up, a person came in front of her.

"Huh, why are you here?"

The person in front of her seemed to be Yu Boyan who was talking to her just now.

"Foot injury?" Yu Boyan frowned at her foot.

"Well, it's here, it hurts. Seeing her boyfriend, Wen Mo couldn't help but start to be coquettish.

"Doctor Yu, Momo will be handed over to you, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. Ning Aoyue smiled.

Yu Boyan nodded politely at Ning Aoyue: "I'm sorry for Teacher Ning." ”

Ning Aoyue smiled, patted Wen Mo's shoulder, and turned to leave.

"Boyfriend, you haven't answered my question yet. Why are you here all of a sudden?" Wen Mo asked.

Yu Boyan took a deep look at her, picked her up horizontally, and walked towards the hotel lobby.

There were people coming and going in the lobby, and being held like this in front of the public, Wen Mo was a little embarrassed and buried his face in his neck.

The elevator slowly rose, and Yu Boyan carried the person to the suite he had set.

Enter the door and put the person on the couch.

"When did you arrive?" she asked.

She sat on the single couch and looked up at him.

Yu Boyan looked at her silently, his eyes were dark, and his face was expressionless.

"What about you? She glared at him.

He leaned over slowly, his hands propped on the armrests on both sides of the sofa, and stared at her with deep eyes: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Wen Mo's brain short-circuited for a while: "What words?"

Yu Boyan lowered his head, sighed, slowly got up, and sat down on the sofa next to him.

When he saw the post this afternoon, he couldn't describe how angry he was.

His personality is restrained and self-disciplined, rarely shows his emotions, and rarely loses his temper.

But the photos in that post infuriated him almost instantly.

He booked a plane ticket, came to the hotel she had told him before, called her phone, and no one answered.

The unknown situation, the anxious waiting, almost wore out his patience.

Finally, she picked up the phone.

The tone is so relaxed, as if nothing happened.

"Did you come to see me?" she didn't notice his emotion, thinking that he was tired from the long journey, but thinking that he had come to see her on purpose, she felt sweet in her heart.

Although the injury on her foot is not so painful anymore, her boyfriend is in front of her, she doesn't take the opportunity to be coquettish, and when?

"I had a fever and a cold two days ago, and today I broke my foot again, hey......" she was selling miserably.

Yu Boyan turned his head to look at her, his eyes were dark: "Who were you with the night you had a fever and cold?"

Wen Mo blinked, and suddenly remembered the post.

Could it be that Yu Boyan came over to confirm because he saw the post?

Was he suspicious of her?

Thinking of this, the smile on her face faded.

"Did you see that post that secretly filmed me and Brother Cheng?" she asked.

He stared at her, not speaking.

Silence is acquiescence.

"You suspect me and him ......" Wen Mo paused, not knowing what words to use.

Cheating?

Yu Boyan pinched his eyebrows and sighed slowly.

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

Wen Mo lightly told the story of that night.

"That picture ......," he said halfway.

Wen Mo knew which photo he was talking about, the photo of Lu Yuncheng kissing her.

That damn picture, so well angled, did look like she was leaning on his shoulder and kissing.

She didn't know why Lu Yuncheng kissed her, how could she explain it?

She was silent for a moment and shook her head: "I don't know. ”

Yu Boyan's lips pursed slightly.

As long as she says no, he believes that the photo can be photoshopped.

However, she said she didn't know......

Yu Boyan clenched his fists, suddenly got up, and left the room.

Wen Mo looked at his departing back, dumbfounded.

And he just left?

"Stinky man!" Wen Mo muttered.

Pick her up and don't send her back.

She's still an injury!

There was no way, she had to stand up on the sofa, and slowly moved to the door by holding on to the wall, opened the door and walked out by herself.

I finally moved back to my room, sweating profusely.

After a two-day break, the dance troupe is ready to return to the new city to prepare for the next performance.

Wen Mo's injuries are not completely healed, but she can basically walk normally.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when she got home, and looking at the closed door opposite, her mood was a little complicated.

She and Yu Boyan have not been in touch for two days.

Later, Yu Boyan left, Wen Mo thought about it and felt that there was something wrong with his own way of dealing with it.

Whether it is a man or a woman, it is normal to get angry when you see a photo of your boyfriend or girlfriend and someone else kissing suspiciously.

Moreover, Yu Boyan was not angry, he just wanted to hear her explanation. But she didn't explain it clearly, but she still thought he was suspicious of her.

Although she knew that her expression might be wrong, she was also a little emotional, and she was worried that the injury would affect the later performances, so she was upset, so she didn't take the initiative to contact him.

Just when she was thinking about whether to make a call or send him a WeChat message first, the phone suddenly rang.

Lu Yao?

"Dr. Yu is drunk, come and pick him up. ”

She gave her an address, which was a high-end clubhouse.

Yu Boyan and Lu Yao are together, and they are still drunk?

When did the two of them become so acquainted?

Wen Mo had countless question marks in her heart, but more of them were uneasy.

She immediately went out and took a taxi to the address Lu Yao said.

As soon as she got out of the car, she went straight to the private room that Lu Yao said.

Desperately ringing the doorbell, after a while, someone finally came to open the door.

Lu Yao stood in front of Wen Mo wrapped in a bath towel, her hair was a little wet, as if she had just finished bathing.

Wen Mo frowned: "What about Yu Boyan?"

Lu Yao smiled and pointed to the rest area in the private room.

This private room has two areas, the front is the entertainment area and the back is the lounge area.

Wen Mo didn't care about the foot injury that had not healed, and hurriedly walked inside.

When she walked to the door of the rest area and saw the scene inside, her head thumped and she was stunned.

Yu Boyan was lying naked on the bed with a thin quilt covering her body.

His eyes were closed, as if he were asleep.

Wen Mo looked at Yu Boyan, then turned her head to look at Lu Yao, her voice trembling a little unconsciously.

"What's going on?"

Lu Yao was very calm, her slender fingers ran around the ends of her hair, tilting her head and smiling sweetly and strangely: "A man who is drunk and stays in a room with a woman for several hours, what else can it be?"

She walked over slowly, stood in front of Yu Boyan, traced his eyebrows with her fingertips, and smiled softly: "Sister, do you know, when he hugged me just now, he called your name." She slowly got up and turned to look at Wen Mo, "It seems that he really likes you, that's why those photos of you and your brother make him so sad." ”

Lu Yao's voice was very soft, even sweet, but every word fell into Wen Mo's ears, like the sharpest knife piercing her eardrums.

Yu Boyan was sad to drink because of the photo, and after drinking, she was promiscuous, and she took Lu Yao as her, and then ......

Wen Mo's face turned pale, and she didn't dare to continue to think about it.

Looking at Yu Boyan, who was sleeping unknowingly, Wen Mo felt like a knife.

She couldn't blame him, she had to blame, she could only blame herself.

She was in a trance and staggered out of the private room.

I returned home in a trance, looking at the closed door opposite, and my heart ached again.

She didn't open the door, just crouched in the doorway, burying her head between her knees.

A dampness on my knees gradually spread.

"Momo, why are you squatting here?" a gentle male voice said.

Wen Mo raised her head blankly, a wet face, tears blurring her eyes.

She blinked, and then she could see who was coming.

"Brother Cheng," tears fell again as she spoke.