Mo Yurou's expression was a little ferocious, her face was dripping with sweat, and her sportswear was already soaked, but she never stopped until the device made a long beep.
"You still have to do rehabilitation now."
Xiao Zichen knew at a glance that this was not a normal exercise. Seeing Mo Yurou get off the equipment, he casually took the towel on the side and handed it over and asked.
Mo Yurou took the towel, then looked at the scar-covered leg and said with an indifferent expression.
"Didn't you notice that my calves are not the same thickness?"
Mo Yurou pointed at her legs.
Only then did Xiao Zichen notice that Mo Yurou's injured leg was obviously thinner than the other leg, and it looked so thin that there was only a layer of skin left.
"But you..."
"I can leave, right?"
Mo Yurou said lightly and Xiao Zichen nodded.
"At that time, in addition to the serious knee injury to this leg, the muscles and nerves in my calf were also damaged. If I didn't do rehabilitation, the calf muscles would slowly atrophy. In the end, they might not be able to bear my weight and I would never be able to stand up again."
When saying this, Mo Yurou always had a calm and indifferent expression, showing no resentment or hatred.
With that said, Mo Yurou took out a fascia gun from the cabinet on the side, then sat on the ground and relaxed herself.
After a while, she stood up again, walked to the door, and called Mother Wu, but after waiting for a long time, Mother Wu did not appear.
"Where are the people?"
Mo Yurou said this and was about to go out to find Wu Ma when Xiao Zichen called her.
"When I came here just now, I seemed to see Wu Ma going to the yard. What can I do for you?"
Mo Yurou thought for a while and then walked out of the gym. At this time, Wu's mother happened to come in from outside. When she saw Mo Yurou, she immediately knew what she was going to do and hurried to the gym.
Then, Xiao Zichen saw Wu Ma holding a fascia gun and starting to press the back of Mo Yurou's thigh, all the way to the heel.
During this period, Xiao Zichen heard Mo Yurou's painful moans countless times, but Mo Yurou always lay quietly on the blanket.
It lasted about half an hour. All the rehabilitation was over. Mo Yurou lay on the blanket unreasonably as if she had been fished out of the water. Xiao Zichen had been watching quietly from the side during the whole process.
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"Let me carry you to the living room. The floor is too cold."
Xiao Zichen waited for Mo Yurou to calm down a bit, then walked over and squatted next to her.
"No, let me rest for a while."
At this time, Mo Yurou no longer had the strength to speak. In fact, Yas usually carried her back to the living room after her rehabilitation, but today Yas was drunk, so she could only lie on the ground and wait for her strength to recover.
After Mo Yurou finished speaking, she closed her eyes. She was really too tired, and she had to experience this kind of tiredness every night. Otherwise, her legs might not be able to stand up again.
At this time, a pair of hands passed directly through Mo Yurou's neck. Mo Yurou felt her body light up and she was hugged up.
"Hey, Xiao Zichen, what are you doing? Let me go."
Mo Yurou subconsciously wanted to resist, but she was already exhausted and was no match for Xiao Zichen.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."
After saying that, Xiao Zichen hugged Mo Yurou and left the gym. Not long after he walked out, he saw Wu's mother pushing a wheelchair.
"Put me in the wheelchair."
When Mo Yurou saw Wu Ma, it was as if she saw a life-saving straw. Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, she saw Wu Ma push the wheelchair aside, and then said to Xiao Zichen.
"Mr. Xiao, please carry Miss to the sofa!"
When Mo Yurou heard Wu Ma's words, she glared at her with dissatisfaction, but Wu Ma followed behind her with a smile.
After putting Mo Yurou down, Wu Ma said to Xiao Zichen who was standing aside.
"Mr. Xiao, the guest room has been packed. Your luggage is still in the car. Do you want me to get it for you?"
"No, I'll get it myself, thank you."
Xiao Zichen said very politely, but he was not drunk at all at this time.
"You don't have to be so polite. Let's talk first. The Chinese medicine is still being boiled in the kitchen. I'll go watch the fire."
After saying that, Wu Ma left the living room.
The two of them were speechless, and Mo Yurou turned on the TV again.
At this time, Xiao Zichen's cell phone rang. He picked it up, looked at it, and hung up. But the next second, the cell phone rang again, Xiao Zichen hung up the phone again, and then the cell phone rang again.
Xiao Zichen was about to hang up when Mo Yurou on the side spoke.
"Answer it, you don't understand how uncomfortable it is to be hung up on."
Mo Yurou seemed to think of her past, when Xiao Zichen hung up on her countless times. At that time, she felt extremely desperate.
Although she didn't see who called Xiao Zichen, but seeing Xiao Zichen's expression, Mo Yurou probably guessed the identity of the other person.
Xiao Zichen hesitated for a moment, got up, walked to the terrace, and answered the phone.
"Zi Chen, why do you keep hanging up on me? Are you talking about something?"
Jiang Moyao's fragile and aggrieved voice came over the phone. Thinking of what Mo Yurou said just now, Xiao Zichen felt a twinge of guilt in his heart.
"There was something going on just now, so I couldn't answer the call. What's wrong with you?"
"Zi Chen, I just miss you. How is the situation there? Can you convince Yuri? When will you return to London tomorrow?"
For some reason, Jiang Moyao had been restless that day. After enduring it for a whole day, he finally couldn't help but call Xiao Zichen.
"I'm still working hard, Momo. I'll try to go back to London as early as possible tomorrow. I still have something to do here, so first..."
"Miss, your medicine is ready."
At this time, Wu Ma came out of the kitchen with Chinese medicine and did not notice Xiao Zichen who was on the phone.
As soon as Wu Ma's voice came out, Mo Yurou's expression suddenly changed. Xiao Zichen, who was on the phone at the side, was very calm, but Jiang Moyao on the other end of the phone had an amazing ear and heard the sound.
"Zi Chen, where are you? Why is there a woman's voice?"
Jiang Moyao felt that the voice was too familiar, but she couldn't remember exactly where she heard it. However, a woman's intuition told her that there was someone else beside Xiao Zichen.
Upon hearing the question, Xiao Zichen replied calmly.
"A friend, Momo, I have some things to do here. Let's talk about it when we meet tomorrow."
After saying that, Xiao Zichen hung up the phone.
Jiang Moyao heard the beeping sound from the phone and threw the phone on the ground with a ferocious look. Fortunately, the hotel floor was covered with carpet, otherwise the phone would have been shattered to pieces.
"Miss? Is it her? Xiao Zichen, you went to see her, right? No, Zichen hates that woman so much, there is no way he would go to see that bitch."
Jiang Moyao seemed to be in a daze. He kept walking around the room, talking to himself and tearing his hair as he walked.
At Mo Yurou's manor, Xiao Zichen put down her mobile phone and returned to the living room. Wu's mother also realized that she had just gotten into trouble. Seeing Xiao Zichen coming over, she asked with a worried look.
"Mr. Xiao, did your wife misunderstand you?"
"It's okay. Just explain it to her when you get back. Momo will understand."
Xiao Zichen replied calmly, and he felt the same in his heart. He was open-minded and didn't have any personal emotions when he came to see Mo Yurou this time.
Mo Yurou on the side listened and smiled lightly.
"Mr. Xiao, I feel some sympathy for Mrs. Ling at this moment."
Mo Yurou said sarcastically, she originally thought that this man loved Jiang Moyao very much, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that. No wonder Jiang Moyao is so insecure.
"Mo Yurou, I..."
"Wu Ma, push the wheelchair over."
As soon as Xiao Zichen opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Mo Yurou. While she was talking, she had already stood up from the sofa, then got into a wheelchair and went directly to the second floor.
"Mr. Xiao, I'm really sorry. I was careless and forgot that you have a family. If you really misunderstood your wife, I can personally apologize."
The phone call just now also woke up Wu Ma.
Wu Ma did so many things today, selfishly hoping that her young lady could reunite with Xiao Zichen, but Jiang Moyao's phone call just now woke her up. How could she forget that the man in front of her already had a family, and her young lady
, I will never do anything to tear people’s families apart.
"Wu Ma, you misunderstood, Momo and I..."
"Mr. Xiao, you don't need to tell me about you and Miss Jiang. If you need me to explain anything, you can tell me. It's getting late. I'll take you to the guest room!"
Saying that, Wu Ma took two steps to the side.
Xiao Zichen wanted to explain, but after thinking about it, he gave up. Then he walked out of the villa, took his luggage out of the car, and then followed Wu's mother to the guest room on the second floor.
The guest room arranged by Wu's mother was right next to Mo Yurou's room, separated by a wall, but Mo Yurou was still in the study at this time.
"Mr. Xiao, go to bed early. There are new towels and toiletries in the bathroom. If you need anything, you can come to me."
After saying that, Wu Ma left the door.
Xiao Zichen entered the room, and Wu Ma went to the study.
Mo Yurou was sitting quietly in the study at this time. When she heard the footsteps, she sighed softly.
"Wu Ma? Don't do this kind of thing again in the future. If you do this, you will make me feel like I have become the Jiang Moyao I was a year ago."
"I'm sorry, miss, I was negligent."
Wu Ma looked guilty. She had done bad things with good intentions. Seeing Mo Yurou so sad, she blamed herself even more.
"Okay, Mother Wu, I know you do it for my own good, but I really let it go, so you should go and rest early!"
After saying that, Mo Yurou stood up from the sofa and walked to the desk.
"Miss, don't make it too late. I'm going back to my room first."
After saying that, Wu Ma left.
Mo Yurou sighed softly and then threw herself into her work.
Xiao Zichen lay on the bed after washing, but couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Finally, he simply went to the balcony of the room.
This terrace is connected to the terrace of Mo Yurou's study. As soon as he walked out, he saw the lights of the study and could vaguely hear the sound of typing on the keyboard.
Xiao Zichen was sitting on the wicker chair on the terrace. It was late at night in the cold winter, but he couldn't feel the chill. He kept staring at the lighted glass door.