Is life more important or self-esteem more important?
She squatted down: "Brother Ye, I..."
"You don't have to squat down with me to talk." The man's words were condensed and drifted down.
At this moment, he was like an angry lion, getting angry at the slightest touch.
Fu Xixi was stunned again, and her face turned a little pale.
She stood up quickly: "No...Brother Ye..."
"Madam, please go out first. I'll comfort Master Jiu." Mo Nanxi quickly pulled Fu Xixi outside the house and said cautiously:
"Jiuye has been trying hard to accept and adapt to the fact that he is disabled during this period, but he doesn't want others to treat him as a different person. Once this aspect is touched, his emotions will get a little out of control.
Moreover, Master Jiu has put a lot of thought into the newlywed villa. To Master Jiu, it is your love and home. Now that you suddenly change it here, Master Jiu will feel ashamed of you and that marriage.
I felt even more conflicted.
So don’t be sad, madam, I’ll go in and talk to Master Jiu.”
Fu Xixi froze in place.
She had been secretly paying attention to Bo Zhanye, thinking that he was recovering well, but she didn't expect... that there was such a deep psychological grudge.
She did do it for his own good and wanted to give him a surprise.
Unexpectedly, her so-called surprise was an insult to him.
The tip of her nose was sore and sore.
Inside the house.
Bo Zhanye stood in the hall with a cold face and a deep breath.
Mo Nanxi walked over cautiously: "Master Jiu, my wife is doing this for your own good. If you really don't like this place, we will go back."
It's not that Bo Zhanye doesn't like it.
Every plant, tree, table, chair, and decoration style here shows that Fu Xixi has put a lot of thought into it.
Compared to a gorgeous ten-story villa, this place feels more like home.
He also knew that he was suitable for such a large flat and for this house.
But... what he didn't want to accept was to change his house because of his disabled leg, and he couldn't accept that his leg could only live in such a flat land.
He said nothing.
Mo Nanxi felt uneasy and said cautiously: "Master Jiu, I know what you are thinking.
You feel that your wife is too considerate of you and hurts your self-esteem by doing this.
Do you feel sorry for your wife by moving out of the wedding villa?
You feel that it is a shame to spend the rest of your life here.
But...my wife does this because she loves you and thinks of you wholeheartedly.
For the wife, the wedding villa is not important, only the place with you is important.
If you stay here from now on, even without me around, it will be very convenient and you won't trouble your wife, which is actually better.
It's really good for my wife to do so much. You just lost control of your emotions and hurt her. When I came in, I saw her with tears in her eyes, and she felt aggrieved."
Bo Zhanye's sword eyebrows moved slightly, and there was actually distress between his brows.
He looked out the window and raised his hand to rub his eyebrows: "Mo Nanxi, in a few months, you will almost become a psychiatrist."
Mo Nanxi smiled lightly: "Don't dare, even if you are, you are only the psychiatrist of Jiu Ye."
"Okay, you go pack your luggage."
Mo Nanxi was overjoyed and nodded quickly: "Yes."
He quickly ran to clean it up.
Bo Zhanye pressed the wheelchair switch and walked outside.
The entire flat-floor building is really carefully constructed. Even the joints between the gate and the courtyard have no threshold or height.
When he arrived at the courtyard, he saw Fu Xixi with her head lowered and her hair hanging down to cover her face, unable to see her true emotions.
But when I think about it, I see that pitiful look with tears in my eyes.
His heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and he said, "Sorry, I didn't pay attention to my emotions before."
Fu Xixi, who heard the conversation between Mo Nanxi and him, had no tears on her face at this moment!
She knew his self-esteem and that he was in a bad mood due to his crippled leg, so she made all the mental preparations before meeting him.
It was too late for her to feel sorry for him, so how could she be angry over such a trivial matter?
but......
She pinched her thighs in the dark with her little hands, forcing herself to shed a few tears, and then looked back at him with a "pitiful" and "aggrieved" look: