After a long time, Luo Xu said in a low voice: "Ke Mo, do you have time to come out and meet?" ”

Como thought for a moment and refused: "I'm sorry. ”

When Luo Xu heard this, he was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time before he said, "I...... Can't you apologize? ”

Ke Mo was slightly stunned, and then puzzled: "Apologize, what?" ”

Luo Xu didn't say anything, as if he hesitated for a while, before asking what happened that day because of the show.

Como was silent, searched his memory for a few seconds, and found out that there was such a thing.

But it wasn't him, it was the old Como.

"I'm sorry, I don't know ......"

In addition to silence, there is only silence. Luo Xu on the other end was like a child who had done something wrong, and he snorted with a little regret.

Como pursed his lips without saying a word.

- In the past, Commo was a copy of him, but after all, it wasn't him, but if it was his character, he wouldn't be unhappy because of this.

So, "It's just a job, don't worry about it." ”

……

The other side.

Yue Chen pressed the brim of his hat, took off his black mask, and raised his eyes to look at the place where he got off the bus, a quiet and luxurious snow-colored villa complex.

Walking in, Yue Chen walked in front of a building familiarly.

Obviously, you can go in with your fingerprints, but Yue Chen knocked on the door seriously, polite and difficult to hide his nervousness.

After the three sounds, the video doorbell screen at the door lit up, and a beautiful woman with an elegant temperament appeared inside.

The woman twisted her eyebrows carelessly, and looked over, as if she was about to ask, but after seeing the young man outside the door, her expression froze.

A few minutes later, Yue Chen stood in the living room, the woman sat on the sofa, looked at him coldly, pulled the corners of her lips and said, "Who is this?" Know it's back? ”

Yue Chen didn't say a word, only looked at her quietly and obediently, with less rejection and indifference between his eyebrows half a year ago, and opened his mouth for a long time, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry." ”

The woman was silent and didn't start: "I'm sorry for what?" ”

"I'm sorry for pising you off in the first place."

Yue Chen and Ke Mo have been together for so long, and the most profound thing they have gotten is calmness.

When the woman heard this, she clenched her hands and did not move.

Yue Chen couldn't help but walk over and said softly: "Don't be angry with me, Mom, okay?" ”

“…… Don't pull me. The woman's voice was as elegant as a violin, but she glanced at Yue Chen coldly and gently pulled her hand.

"Mom......"

"Mom, don't be angry, I know it's wrong."

“……”

"Mom, don't you want to see me......?"

Seeing that the woman was still indifferent, Yue Chen stopped pulling and said sullenly.

When the woman heard this, she looked at him fiercely as if she was enduring something, and was about to speak, but the door was suddenly opened.

A jubilant middle-aged woman's voice came: "Madame, ma'am! Got it! Got it! Little Master's ......"

The old aunt who has been with her for more than ten years at home is holding up an issue of magazine, and the unfinished words are stuck in her throat.

She stared dumbfounded at the teenager standing in the living room as if hallucinating.

"Little, little master." The old aunt withdrew her hand as if she had just woken up from a dream for a while, and shrank behind her.

"Aunt Zhou." Yue Chen called her, as if he was puzzled, and asked carefully: "That's ......?"

"That's nothing!" The woman suddenly couldn't hold back any longer, walked up to the old aunt, took the magazine, and fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Sister Zhou, you avoid it." The woman restrained her slightly trembling voice and tried her best to calm down.

The woman who was called nodded, looked at them worriedly, looked at Yue Chen without saying anything, and finally gently slammed the door and went out.

Soon only Yue Chen and her were left in the living room, and silence was everywhere.

Yue Chen's eyelashes trembled, pursed his lips, and bent down to pick up the magazine on it.

His nose was sour, and he said in a low voice, "Mom." ”