Su Mohan still didn't say a word, but his expression softened a little, and after Concubine Ye put the soup in front of him, he didn't refuse.

Concubine Ye ate very little, basically didn't move, she would feel sick to her stomach if she couldn't eat two bites, plus she didn't have much energy, a table of people ate well, and the porridge in her bowl was still full.

Su Mohan looked at her and stopped talking, his eyes kept falling on her face.

Sensing his gaze, Concubine Ye said softly, "I have no appetite. ”

Su Mohan got up and walked to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, washed the vegetables, boiled water, and did it all in one go.

Concubine Ye stood in front of the kitchen door and watched him lose her mind, and regretted that she had not chosen to say anything before, but the words had already been spoken, like water spilled out, and naturally there was no way to take it back.

Su Mohan's face has always been very cold, even when he was cooking noodles, he didn't have any expression, and he never reacted to Concubine Ye standing in front of the door looking at him, as if he had completely ignored her.

After more than ten minutes, the aroma of the noodles gradually dissipated, and the kitchen felt a little warmer.

After serving the noodles, Su Mohan walked past her with a bowl, put the chopsticks away, turned his head to look at her and said coldly, "Eat the noodles." ”

Concubine Ye nodded, sat on the chair, watched him turn away, and couldn't help but whisper: "Tonight... Come back to sleep. ”

Su Mohan was slightly stunned, as if she didn't expect her to let herself go back, so she answered softly and walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down.

Concubine Ye looked at the noodles in the bowl and ate two bites, the noodles were very thin, and they were cooked very soft by him, and the heat made her eyes a little thicker.

She actually didn't want to kick him out, nor did she want to mess with him at this time, and she even felt distressed when she saw the loneliness in his eyes, but many times, she couldn't control herself, and she couldn't control herself to blame him, hate him, hate all this.

Yes, she has never dared to admit it, and even deliberately ignores the restless resentment in her heart.

But every time she dreams back at midnight, the darkest and most negative things in her heart will rise like weeds, and she can't help but wonder again and again, if he answered the call, Xiaotian and Hanwen would not have an accident......

Rao is Su Mohan cooks herself, but she really doesn't have much appetite, she can't eat two bites and wants to vomit nauseously, and her eyes are red with nausea, which makes the whole person a little embarrassed.

The whole day passed quickly, and she never waited for the slightest news from Xiaotian and Hanwen.

She wanted to find it, but she didn't know where to look.

An An told her that Luo Shaojun could only make a rough guess based on the location of the plane at that time, that Hanwen and Xiaotian might have fallen in more than ten countries, four or five oceans, like a grain of sand being thrown into the vast sea, and she didn't know what she could do except sit and wait.

She also thought about whether Xiaotian and Hanwen would be safe and sound, and then they would find a way to contact her and tell her that they were fine, but time made her understand that she was dreaming, and shattered her illusions mercilessly.

At night, Concubine Ye still couldn't sleep peacefully, and she couldn't sleep for days, so her spirit couldn't be worse.

But no matter how hard she tried, she still had insomnia, and the more she wanted to sleep, the more awake she became.

The nightmares were still haunting, and the occasional lethargy would always wake her up from nightmares, and then she would sit up from her bed with a pale face, or start crying like a madman.