Su Mo's cold face did not widen, and his eyes fell on Concubine Ye as if she was going to eat people, Concubine Ye stopped her mouth and didn't dare to say more.

Half an hour later, Concubine Ye looked at her bandaged left hand that looked like a steamed bun, and couldn't help but speak: "It's too exaggerated, right?" ”

Su Mohan glanced at her, turned around and asked someone to prepare lunch.

Concubine Ye smiled lightly, looking at him busy in a hospital gown, she felt inexplicably satisfied.

During the day, Concubine Ye will draw and paint, bask in the sun to recuperate, and Su Mohan will deal with urgent documents and meetings.

At night, the two turned off all the lights, and no one did anything else, snuggling together to watch TV, simply and silently.

Concubine Ye suddenly fell in love with everything here, perhaps because after losing too much, this tranquility made her feel at ease, and even the smell of disinfectant water was no longer pungent.

She loved that they snuggled up in this small bed, not only to look up and see the stars in the night sky, but also to have a whole day to spare.

She also likes that he occasionally hands over a fruit, that he sometimes clings to himself like a child, that he is occasionally domineering, and that he is at ease by his side.

Or, too, like him to be bad occasionally.

"When will you take the initiative again?" Su Mohan's chin rested against her forehead, and his voice opened hoarsely.

"I'm afraid you can't stand it." Concubine Ye said provocatively.

"Hmph, do you want to try it?"

……

Three days later, Su Mohan's injury was no longer serious, as long as he followed the doctor's instructions, he could go home to recuperate, because the hospital was too monotonous, so the group packed up their things and left for home.

Since the last time that man looked for Concubine Ye in the hospital, Concubine Ye has not moved for several days, and Su Mohan has always been with Concubine Ye.

Finally on the last day, the middle-aged man couldn't hold his breath anymore, called Concubine Ye again, asked her about the situation, and asked her to do it today.

Ye Fei Muran responded, and after hanging up the phone, she took out the pistol that she had hidden in the jewelry box before, rubbed it repeatedly in her hand for a while, and quietly hid it in her waist, her eyes changed again, revealing a trace of killing intent from time to time.

Not long after the phone hung up, Concubine Ye's phone rang again, I thought it was that man again, but it turned out to be Su Mohan's number, so she connected the phone.

Su Mohan told Concubine Ye that she had a dinner party to attend tonight, and asked her to prepare in advance, and then let the housekeeper send someone to send her to the company to meet her, and they went to the dinner together.

Concubine Ye chose an aqua blue skirt, which was not too long, not above the knees, and put on light makeup, which was better than back then.

After everything was cleaned up, she did not forget her black pistol, so she simply found something to tie the pistol to her thigh, and lowered her skirt to cover it, so that it was seamless.

This night, Su Mohan wore a set of silver-gray suits, standing with Concubine Ye in a water-blue skirt, which attracted almost everyone's attention.

As soon as the two appeared, the people who stepped forward to compliment continued, Concubine Ye kept accompanying her mechanized smiling face, but Su Mohan had no expression on her cold face throughout the whole process, so that Concubine Ye had to praise it, if she hadn't known it a long time ago, looking at him like this, others would have to think that he was a facial paralysis.