Su Zhilan's hand trembled, and she tried to get her hand out, but was held down by Ji Nuan.

"What are you doing, let go!" Su Zhilan struggled to break free from her grasp.

Ji Nuan still held her tightly, smiling coldly, but her voice was soft and faint, and only Su Zhilan could hear it: "How can I let go? ”

"Season warms your ......"

"Do you think that Su Xueyi's death is death without proof, do you think that the police will close the case as soon as possible during the period when Mo Jingshen is unconscious, do you think that no one can suspect you, you continue to be your eldest lady who is not stained by the mud, and continue to play the role of a timid patient with mania who is afraid of things and cannot be stimulated, do you think you are invulnerable?"

"You let go of me!"

"Su Zhilan, let me tell you, I will be a good person, every scar you caused on my body, I will return it to you tenfold and hundredfold, what you stole in my stomach, even if I dig through your heart, your stomach, your uterus, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart, don't think that if Mo Jingshen is not awake, the Mo family will not suspect you, and no one will do anything to you. ”

Su Zhilan was still trying to pull her hand out, but Ji Nuan didn't know where she got such a strong force, and kept holding her wrist, so strong that she almost broke her wrist bone.

Feng Ling didn't reach out to help imprison Su Zhilan from beginning to end, because she saw a woman who was extremely angry because she had lost the child in her womb.

This kind of Ji Nuan is something Feng Ling has never seen.

It wasn't until Ji Nuan finally let go of his hand that Su Zhilan was finally able to break free, took a step back, and glanced at Ji Nuan's flat stomach with palpitations.

"It's all just your doubts. Su Zhilan calmed down and tried to stay away from Ji Nuan.

Just at this time, the police station came out and saw Su Zhilan, so they asked her to go into the interrogation room to record a confession, Su Zhilan hesitated for a moment before turning her eyes to look at Ji Nuan, Ji Nuan just looked at her lightly and didn't say anything more.

When he walked out of the police station, it was snowing outside, Feng Ling wrapped the scarf around Ji Nuan's neck, and whispered as he walked with her to the other side of the car: "Mrs. Mo, do you need me to inform the base about this matter?"

"No, once the Mo family intervenes in this matter, the Su family is not so capable of getting out completely, and Mo Shao is not the chairman of the shine group who eats for nothing, once all kinds of suspicions on Su Zhilan's body reach him, he will personally put pressure on the police. ”

"It's okay, then let Mo Dong do it, after all, Mr. Mo hasn't woken up yet, and his anger has nowhere to vent. ”

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When he returned to the hospital, Mo Jingshen was still not awake, and his ward was still not allowed to enter at will.

It was already dark, and Wanzhu took Ji Nuan back to Mo's house.

There is a soup specially boiled for Ji Nuan at dinner at night, since Ji Nuan's miscarriage, he will drink soup almost every day to replenish his body, Ji Nuan always feels that Wanzhu is trying to find the traces of his son still existing in this world in this way.

Wan Zhu doesn't say anything every day, and the two words that everyone in this family is most afraid of hearing are sleeping and vegetative, which is the result of the most fear.

After dinner, Ji Nuan returned to the bedroom, closed the door and entered the bathroom.

After taking a shower, she sat on the edge of the bed with the laptop that Mo Jingshen had used before, opened the mailbox and saw the work emails sent by Haicheng Mo Nuan's studio, but she didn't want to look at them now, just sat on the bed, stared at the words on the screen, raised her hand and touched the roses in the vase next to the bed.

Flowers are put in by the maid in a fixed few rooms every day, and on the night of the Spring Festival, Ji Nuan and Mo Jingshen lived here, and she saw roses, in the same position.

What was she talking about?

That time for her birthday in T City, she destroyed the rose petals all over the ground without even touching them, causing her to feel distressed when she sees roses now.

She curled up on the edge of the bed, looked at the flowers, took out her mobile phone and took a photo and sent it to Mo Depth of Field.

[The flowers in your room are so beautiful every day, I can't see you for a month, and I don't even know if you're withered or blooming.] ]

Sometimes people may have such an attachment, especially to someone they love deeply.

No matter whether the other party lives or dies, even if it is just a loess white bone, as long as she can see it, at least she will feel at ease.

But in the whole month, the only time she looked in when the doctor opened the door, she saw Mo Jingshen lying on the white hospital bed, quiet and motionless, his body was full of various colored threads and tubes of various instruments, he didn't open his eyes, and he didn't even move his eyelashes.

Just such a blink of an eye closed the door and was never seen again.

It's been a whole month.

Ji Nuan, as always, calls Mo Jingshen three times a day, and sends him a text message before going to bed as always.

After a long time, she was also at a loss, did he want her to sleep like this?

Why did she walk into her life so strongly, turn her life around, but lie there silently and motionless, making her so afraid?

……

Heavy snowfall, a few more snowfalls in Los Angeles in February, and the winter could be over.

Ji Nuan sat on the stairs in front of the hospital wrapped in a white cashmere coat alone, her head was covered with white snow, because she hadn't moved much, and the snow hadn't melted, it had fallen on her head a lot, and she looked like a snowman piled up on the stairs from a distance.

Qin Siting walked out of the hospital and saw this scene, stared at it with one hand in his trouser pocket for a long time, and then walked down, and after arriving next to Ji Nuan, he helped her pat the snow off her head, and then took off the coat on her body and draped it on her.

Ji Nuan didn't need to turn his eyes, he only turned his head slightly and saw that it was Qin Siting's leather shoes, so he didn't move again.

"He sleeps all the time, and it doesn't make sense for you to run around and wait like this every day. Qin Siting said: "I think you should go back to Haicheng first, your studio still needs you, and the Ji family and Old Man Mo also need you to go back to appease." ”

Ji Nuan looked at the speeding car on the side of the road in silence, and said lightly: "Doctor Qin, didn't you also fly here specifically and stayed here for so long and didn't go back?" Your home and work focus are in Haicheng, but you've been here recently, aren't you also waiting?"

Qin Siting looked at her with low eyes, sighed and smiled after a while, and simply sat down, sitting on the same step as her, looking in the same direction as Ji Nuan.

After a long time, he said, "Even I don't know when he will wake up, if he doesn't wake up for a year, are you going to wait here for a year? If he doesn't wake up for ten years, are you going to wait for ten years?"

Ji Nuan didn't speak, just took his mobile phone and looked back and forth at the messages he had sent to Mo Jingshen.

One every day, there are already many messages that the other party has not read.