Mo Yishen walked up the steps, picked up Yanyou horizontally, and walked downstairs with a steady pace.

"You still need someone to take care of you, you're like this, I'm not worried." Mo Yishen hugged her deeply, and his tone was light.

"You've promised me, but you can't go back." Hearing his tone, Yan You probably had the idea of finding someone to take care of her again.

Mo raised his eyebrows deeply, looked at her with low eyebrows, pursed his lips, and sighed softly between his snorts, but there was a pampering sense of compromise.

Mo Yishen carried her to the dining table and took a small sofa stool and put it under her legs.

Sister-in-law Li came out of the kitchen with the last dish, and when she saw this scene, she couldn't help laughing.

In all these years in the Mo family, she has never seen her husband so considerate of any girl.

Even the girls who can enter the villa are very few.

Dinner was very quiet, Mo Yishen had already habitually put vegetables in Yanyou's bowl, and Yanyou accepted them one by one.

Halfway through, Yanyou received a call from Yan Munian.

"Dad."

"Youyou, have you eaten?"

"Well, you're eating, Dad, what about you?"

"Not yet, are you okay living in the Mo family?"

"It's fine."

"That's good, when will I take Yishen home for a meal."

Yan You raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Yishen, and whispered into the phone.

"You, Dad just wanted to tell you when he called, and I thought about it carefully, Yi Jin grew up after all, the friendship between the two families, Yu Qing should help him, I will take action on the financial problem of Yi's side, don't worry, Dad wants you to live in the Mo family well, let go of what you should let go, and face your life well, even if you don't have him, you have to live well, understand.."

Yanyou hung up the phone, always thinking about his father's words in his ears.

'Let go of what should be put down, even without him, you have to live well..'

But the most important person in life no longer has anything to do with him from now on, and he feels heartbreaking when he thinks about it, and his advance and retreat are all thorns, but he is helpless.

The stinging pain in his heart, Yan You's eyes were red, he lowered his head and took a sip of food, forcing back the tide in his eyes, and when he raised his eyes, his expression was already light and light.

The ink was deep and silent, and the fingertips on the edge of the bowl tightened and turned white.

His mood fluctuated, and he felt it clearly.

All he can do is get closer, get closer, and occupy more.

The night is slightly cool, the bright moon leans against the treetops, the stars are like broken diamonds spread over the dark sky, the breeze blows, and the curtains float.

Yan You leaned on the sofa and read the magazine for a while, his eyes were a little tired, pressed his temples, and rocked his wheelchair into the bathroom.

When Mo Yishen came in, there was no one in the room, and when he looked around, he only heard the sound of water being released from the bathroom.

The girl's room was clean and tidy, and there was a faint and mild woody scent.

Mo Yishen walked in and walked around, and there was a white floor-to-ceiling light veil in front of the bookshelf, which was Yanyou's habit.

There are also books and miscellaneous books, classics, prose and poetry collections, art sculptures, history and geography, etc., as well as political economy.

The slender fingertips of the bones hovered between several books, and finally settled in a warm and cute romance novel.

Mo Yishen turned a few pages with interest, and inadvertently left a bookmark.

He bent down to pick it up, only to catch a glimpse of the handwriting on the back of the bookmark.

'I just want to be a tree, because no one is enough to protect me'

Mo Yishen stood there, his fingertips gently rubbing the bookmark, and he read it silently in his heart.