Mo Jingshen walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, lifted his eyelids, and looked out.

The direction that Qin Siting had been looking at while standing here was the villa not far from the opposite.

The villa was dark and dark, no one returned, and the black carved flower gate in front of the door had been quiet all night.

There was only one floor lamp in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on this side, and in the dim light, no one spoke, and there was a moment of silence.

The whole world seemed to be quiet, except for a white cat jumping out of the high wall outside the villa opposite, meowing softly twice in the night from time to time.

Mo Jingshen put one hand in his trouser pocket, and his quiet and cool voice was particularly clear in the dim light: "I loved hard at the beginning, and then hated to die or live, people came back, you always avoided it, and tonight it was clear that you want to continue to be like a stranger, what are you still standing here to watch? She didn't come back all night, and you still plan to stand here and wait all night?"

Qin Siting, who had been settled here for a long time, made a move, but he only turned his eyes to look at him: "Who the hell did my mother say that I was standing here to see her?"

It seemed that the depressed calm of the night had finally been broken, and Qin Siting's eyebrows were full of coldness: "Do you think I seem to be the type who can stand here until dawn for this kind of woman?"

Mo Jingshen said coldly: "Her villa has been vacant here for a few years, you have moved here for a few years, looking at an empty villa for so long, and now the person who finally left has returned, she is afraid that she still doesn't know that you live opposite her, how long have you stood here every day and night, and you don't count in your heart?"

Qin Siting: "......"

He suddenly turned around and walked to the sofa, picked up the cigarette that Nan Heng had just thrown on the coffee table, took a few puffs to calm down, and then opened his tone coldly: "Moving here was also a decision a few years ago when the teenager was ignorant and still immersed in the love-hate entanglement, and now I don't feel it anymore, it's just that I'm used to it, and I'm too lazy to change places." ”

Nan Heng sneered while puffing on the smoke: "Is it young and ignorant, or are you fucking and motherly living for more than 20 years to be interested in such a woman, and now the group of women who chase after you and want to soak you think that you are not interested in women, but who knows that your innocent young man's heart has already been crushed and crushed by a woman, and it has not been put together completely?"

Qin Siting's face was expressionless: "You two came to me in the middle of the night to ridicule Lao Tzu's stupid past?"

Nan Heng smiled: "I do mean a little bit of this, but I don't know how he would come so late, saying that he was kicked out of bed by Ji Nuan, and he didn't admit it." ”

Nan Heng said while looking at the ink depth of field.

Mo Jingshen said lightly: "I can't sleep, come over and see how unhappy Lao Qin is, I may be happy when he says it." ”

Qin Siting: "......"

"Can't sleep?" Qin Siting sneered, and the cigarette was extinguished at his fingertips after only a few puffs: "If you can't sleep, why do you two come here to watch me?"

Nan Heng laughed with a cigarette in his mouth.

The ink depth of field is only a cold raised eyebrow that is not salty or light.

I really can't sleep.

There was no kicking out of bed, and there was no quarrel, it was his woman who wanted to go to T City to study, and changed from the identity of Mrs. Mo to a student of the business department of T University, although the study time was only a few months, but it was also a kind of temporary detachment by his side, which was obviously a decision she made after the banquet that day.

The little woman obviously dared to speak out of her drunkenness.

Can you refuse?

It's okay to refuse, but it's obviously not possible.

He could clearly feel that after Ji Nuan's temperament changed a few months ago, there was an inexplicable fragility and sensitivity hidden under the calm and mature surface.

She is extremely afraid of facing life and death, and even more extremely afraid of not being able to control her own life, she has more stubbornness in her bones, and more things she wants to stick to, but she hides it very deeply.

……

When Mo Jingshen returned, it was almost early in the morning, and the sky was still a little dark, but it was also a little white.

originally thought that Ji Nuan was still sleeping, but the little woman tossed and turned on the bed obviously not sleeping well at all, until he lay down beside her, she frowned in her sleep and got into his arms, and gradually calmed down.

Mo Jingshen touched her hair: "Headache?"

Ji Nuan closed his eyes and nodded in his arms, half-asleep, dazed, and didn't speak.

Mo Jingshen's hand in her hair turned to rub and press on her forehead, and she didn't move, letting him help relieve her head pain.

The little woman was wearing soft pajamas, her long hair was scattered on the pillow on the bed, the fragrance lingered on her body, and she leaned softly in his arms, her eyes were closed, and she didn't ask him where he went, but instinctively snuggled into his arms and refused to retreat.

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Mo Nuan Studio.

The computer screen kept jumping out of all kinds of messages that Xia Tian sent her on MSN.

Xia Tian can now walk normally with crutches, but she needs to go through a three-month rehabilitation period, and if she wants to come to her studio to help, it is inconvenient to live too far.

But after all, when Xia Tian used to study in the United States with her, she studied at a university of finance and economics, and she also majored in financial analysis, and now the position of the financial director of the studio is vacant.

The two of them were chatting enthusiastically, and suddenly the internal phone on the desk rang, and Ji Nuan picked it up casually: "Hey?"

"Mr. Ji, hello, here is a copy of your express. ”

The call came from the mailroom on the first floor of Jinlin Building, Ji Nuan glanced at the caller's number again, and said, "Okay, I'll go down later." ”

After hanging up the phone, Ji Nuan typed a few words on the keyboard: [Are you afraid that you will have too many things after being discharged from the hospital, so you pack and send all your things to the studio?]

Xia Tian replied: [No, I don't have many things, just bring a box and put it in the residence when I go.] ]

Ji Nuan's eyebrows were slightly raised.

That's weird.

How could there be a courier from her all of a sudden?

Now this year, domestic e-commerce has just started, Ji Nuan has no habit of buying things online, and she rarely has a relationship with others to mail things, and some of the letters or phone faxes she received in her studio are all in charge of Xiaoba or the secretary.

How could there be a courier sent directly to her?

Ji Nuan went downstairs directly and went to the mailroom on the first floor, and the people inside handed her a not very large square box.

Ji Nuan saw that the box was very tight, and she couldn't see what it was, and she only had the address and her name, and she didn't write the address and sender of the mail.

"Who sent it?" Ji Nuan kept a heart in his eyes and asked.

"I don't know, I found it just now when I was sorting through this pile of boxes at the door. ”

Ji Nuan listened, weighed the square box in his hand twice, and didn't hear any movement inside.