Qiu Mo fell into a deep sleep again, and when she woke up, Zi Yang was the only one in the room.
She opened her eyes with difficulty and slowly adjusted to the sunlight shining in from the window.
"Qiu Mo, you're awake." Zi Yang said in surprise, and the big boy's face was undisguisedly happy.
Qiu Mo smiled at him: "Have I slept for a long time?"
"Soon, it's just a day and a night." Ziyang pulled out the needle on her hand and pressed it gently with her finger for a while to prevent the blood from flowing out.
"Qiu Mo, your bracelet is so beautiful, it really suits you." He praised the Qiu Mang.
Qiu Mo felt a pain in her heart. This Qiu Mang was like a milestone in her life, recording every moment of her relationship with Leng Xiao.
While Ziyang was still praising him, he suddenly heard her ask: "Where is Ye Hen?"
She felt strange not seeing him.
"Emperor Ling went out to do some errands and will come back later. He asked me to make sure you eat well first."
When Ziyang said this, Qiu Mo realized that it seemed that he hadn't eaten for a long time.
She said sheepishly: "Just give me some hot porridge."
Ziyang immediately ordered the kitchen to do it.
It's just a bowl of porridge, but there are more than ten kinds of supplements in it, which is really impressive.
Ziyang helped her sit up on the bedside. Now when she moved her arms, the injury on her chest would still be involved, but she seemed to have been used to this pain for a long time. When she was in Iceland, her back was grabbed by an ice sculpture.
The pain of a piece of meat is still unforgettable to this day.
Qiu Mo ate less than half of the bowl, and then she couldn't eat any more, even though her appetite was already empty.
"Just eat this much?" Ziyang curled his lips, "Don't tell me that you are losing weight. You have lost so much weight that there is only a handful of bones left."
"You'll eat later when you're hungry." She took the napkin he handed and wiped the corners of her mouth.
When Zi Yang came back after delivering the dishes, Qiu Mo looked at him and said, "Zi Yang, I want to wash my face. Am I scary now?"
"It's not scary, it looks good, it's kind of morbidly beautiful." Ziyang said it sincerely, but Qiu Mo only thought he was making her happy. With his help, she slowly got out of bed.
Ziyang thoughtfully washed the towel with warm water and handed it to her, asking her to wipe her face clean, and then gave her some toothbrush water.
"Qiu Mo, your hair is so nice, like satin." Ziyang held the comb in his hand and had the urge to comb her hair, but in fact, she really needed him because she couldn't lift her hand at all.
too high.
Zi Yang enjoyed combing her little by little with the ivory comb, feeling the soft hair slipping between his fingers, giving it a cool, smooth touch.
Qiu Mo looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was pale and her eyes were lifeless. She looked like a paper puppet without a thought. She tried her best to smile, but her smile turned out to be miserable.
"Zi Yang, can I go for a walk?" Qiu Mo looked at the sunshine outside the window and the piled maple leaves, and couldn't help but want to take a breather.
"Your injury hasn't healed yet, so you can't go out to see the wind." Zi Yang quickly waved his hand to express his disagreement.
Seeing a slightly disappointed expression on her face, Ziyang finally couldn't bear to say, "Well, there's a big balcony over there. I'll take you to sit on the balcony for a while."
"That's fine." Qiu Mo smiled gratefully at him. Although this big boy grew up in a gang, he had an innocent smile. She didn't know what he was like to others, at least in her eyes, this smile
Has a healing effect.
The enclosed balcony was indeed very spacious and had a good view. Ziyang brought her a bamboo deck chair, which was covered with fine cashmere cushions. When she lay down in it, it smelled slightly, but it was soft and comfortable.
Qiu Mo just looked at the maple leaf forest in the distance, feeling the process of their changing from green to yellow, and comprehending the prosperity and dullness of life from germination to withering.
Fontaine Green City, a very beautiful name.
Ziyang went out and was busy all afternoon. When he came back, he saw Qiu Mo sleeping on the recliner. She was as quiet as a budding lotus at night, seeming to be quietly waiting to bloom in the sun.
He was lost in thought for a while before he remembered to get a blanket and cover her, and then gently closed the balcony door for her.
She didn't know how long she had slept when she was awakened by a loud noise.
Qiu Mo heard what sounded like chaotic shouting coming from the distance, as if there were many people fighting.
She just looked at the stars in the sky on the glass ceiling and identified the strange constellations one by one.
Until those sounds gradually became louder, making her unable to count the stars anymore. She held on to the armrests of the recliner and slowly propped up her body. The pain from the wound was no longer as severe as yesterday, but it was still intermittent.
When she stood up and glanced almost accidentally, her beautiful pupils suddenly dilated many times. Her body involuntarily took two steps forward, and then pressed tightly against the glass of the balcony.
The man standing under a maple leaf is tall and handsome, with a face as clear as a sculpture. He is wearing a beige half-length windbreaker, a white stand-up collar T-shirt, and slightly slim-fitting black trousers.
Black high-top casual shoes, the whole person looks
Simple, slightly gorgeous, and a bit indescribably sexy, like a prince who just threw away his evening dress after attending a luxurious banquet.
Her hand pressed against the glass gradually became harder, causing the wound on her chest to hurt.
That uncontrollable joy unexpectedly appeared on his face.
Leng Xiao...really Leng Xiao.
There was such a huge crowd, how did he find this place at such a fast speed?
She never dared to take a peek at Ye Hen's abilities. She didn't think that he had revealed his flaws somewhere and Leng Xiao had taken advantage of him.
Qiu Mo knew that Leng Xiao was not involved in the underworld, so he had friends like Yan Tianluo, but could he really do it so quickly with just Yan Tianluo's power?
But no matter what, he came, shining into her darkness like sunshine.
She wanted to shout his name loudly through the glass, but that joy was quickly replaced by endless sadness. What reason did she have to be happy here?
How could she forget so proudly that she had made a promise to Ye Hen, and Ye Hen still held a handle that could ruin his reputation. Ye Hen was right, she couldn't bear it, she couldn't bear to see him working so hard.
It took a long time, but in the end there was nothing.
And only if she stayed with Ye Hen, Ye Hen would not hurt him or her friends. Other than this, she had no choice.
Qiu Mo's face was frozen with joy, as if looking at the man under the maple tree through boundless despair.
She stretched her hand a little further, and then a little further, as if she could touch his face and soothe the sadness between his brows.
The situation below was very chaotic, with many people fighting together, but he looked at it all coldly like an outsider.
Until Ye Hen appeared at the door of the villa, the eyes of the two wolves met in the air.
A strong wind suddenly blew, blowing maple leaves all over the sky.
This is chilling weather.
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The update is over, it’s almost twelve o’clock, I’m very tired