Mo Jiu went back to his room, took the laptop on the table, sat down on the soft sofa on the side, and began to continue writing a document.

It was done quickly, and he stretched wide.

The phone rings.

Mo Jiu connected it: "Hello, this is Geoffrey...... Yes，I've finished the report and send it to your mailbox right away.”

After sending the email, Mo Jiu closed his notebook and yawned.

He casually put his notebook back on the table, accidentally knocking over a photo that was placed in the center.

Mo Jiu hurriedly put it back away.

Looking at the woman with a loving and gentle smile above, he also laughed softly.

In the photo, the woman is wearing a long white dress, like a holy angel. Next to her stood a boy of seven or eight years old, who snuggled up to her affectionately and smiled brightly.

This woman is none other than Fang Yachun.

When she was young, she had more elegant temperament and charming charm than she is now, and she was pure and clean.

Ling Banxia seemed to have slept too much in the morning, it was almost twelve o'clock, and she was still tossing and turning in bed, but she couldn't sleep.

She got out of bed and planned to go to Mo Jiu, and if he didn't sleep, she would talk to him herself.

Ling Banxia went to the outside of his room and knocked lightly on the door.

However, no one responded.

He's already asleep, right? Then don't bother him! It's enough to trouble him, even if people owe her money, there is no reason to be her nanny.

Ling Banxia was about to leave when his hand suddenly touched the door.

Only then did she realize that the door was not closed, but only hidden.

How can you not close the door when you are asleep? He hasn't slept yet? But why didn't he respond to himself?

No way! She's going to check it out!

Ling Banxia pushed the door open, and the scene in front of her made her heart feel as if a piece had been gouged out.

Mo Jiu fell to the ground, his face hideous.

Ling Banxia rushed to his side and found that Mo Jiu's face was pale and pale, and there was no trace of blood.

She shook him as he fell to the ground in a panic, calling him, but he didn't respond.

Only in the end, his body trembled violently and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The sound of an ambulance rang out on the noisy road.

……

The sunlight was still bright, shining in through the window, but the darkness in front of Ling Banxia's eyes was getting thicker, and the confusion in her brain made her feel as if something was about to rush out.

"Do you know you almost died?" When he woke up in the hospital, the first voice Mo Jiu heard was from Ling Banxia, a voice as low as a winter cloudy day, with fear and anger.

Mo Jiu looked at her, his eyes were full of indifference, and his pure black eyes were as quiet as a lake, without a trace of ripples.

"Yes." He replied softly.

"What time do you go to bed at night?"

Mo Jiu didn't answer her question, just turned his head away, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Ling Banxia's pupils were trembling, and they gradually darkened because they were covered in tears.

Her tone was still heavy, and she slowly repeated what the doctor had just said, which scared her to the point of almost falling: "The doctor said that judging by your physical condition, the total sleep time in a week will not exceed twenty-four hours. ”

Looking at his still bloodless face, Ling Banxia sighed, tried to calm his mood, and asked, "Twenty-four hours a day, you only sleep less than three hours a day on average, what are you doing?" ”

Mo Jiu didn't answer again, his expression was indifferent, as if he had hidden all his feelings, turning into a cold and cold sculpture, and the whole person was motionless.

"Why don't you speak?" Ling Banxia's tears finally couldn't be held back, sliding across her cheeks, leaving a trace. Even if she couldn't figure out how she felt about him, she couldn't deny the heartache and panic when she saw him have an accident.

The silence fell for a long, long time, and the tears rolled down and became silent.

The first to break this dead silence was Mo Jiu's voice:

"You really love to cry."

Ling Banxia inhaled and turned his face to wipe the tears off his face. The sun was dazzling, her eyes were sore and painful, and tears kept filling her eyes, but she couldn't help it.

Mo Jiu sat up and narrowed his eyes.

Staring at Ling Banxia, the corners of his lips suddenly curled.

"Alright! Don't cry! He reached out and gently wiped away her teardrops with his fingertips, comforting, "Last night was my best sleep." I must have passed out at twelve o'clock, right? It's seven o'clock in the morning. A full seven hours. It's thanks to you! Thank you. ”

"When is it, you're still talking about this!" Ling Banxia gambled.

"Don't worry, my body support hasn't died yet, and I shouldn't be dead."

"Is that how you have your attitude towards your life?" Ling Banxia only felt annoyed.

Mo Jiu smiled indifferently, found his clothes next to him, and replied, "That's right! For me, the days of life are worth cherishing. ”

He wanted to change his clothes, and Ling Banxia hurriedly looked away.

"Yesterday I saved you, today you saved me, we are even."

When he looked at Mo Jiu again, his whole person had regained his original handsomeness.

Ling Banxia didn't know what to say, so he could only stare at him angrily, and said as if warning: "Don't do this in the future." No coffee, no staying up late. ”

Mo Jiu turned his head and narrowed his eyes slightly, there was a haze between his heroic eyebrows, as if something made him feel incredible.

He asked, "Why are you talking to me in a family tone?" ”

Ling Banxia didn't want to joke with him at all, his face was solemn: "I'm just talking like this!" I tell you, you must not do this to your life again......"

Mo Jiu listened carefully, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he smiled: "Are you afraid that no one will pay you back if I die?" ”

Ling Banxia was stunned.

Why have you become unsure of the answer to this question? Isn't that a very sure thing? He and he are only creditors and debtors.

"That's right! That's it. When she answered, there was a faint tenderness in her serious voice, and she didn't know why her heart suddenly hurt, it hurt very much.

"With your work and rest habits, you are embarrassed to say that I have to go to bed early and get up early to take care of my skin?" Ling Banxia reprimanded.

"It's your need to be pretty!"

"Isn't it your need to live?"

"Yes! So I'm not going to do it again. You also remember, don't learn from me! Mo Jiu was also a little apologetic, not only worried her, but also did not set a good example for her. It really shouldn't!

"Of course! I just died once, and from now on, I will definitely live well. ”

Ling Banxia handled the discharge procedures for others for the first time, and although she was a little nervous, she had a great sense of accomplishment.

Think about my former self, I couldn't even go to the hospital to register, but now I can.