"Mo Shangyun, do you have to torture yourself to such a state of half-death?"
Hearing the sound, Mo Shangjun was stunned for a moment. She lowered her head and glanced at the wet clothes on her body.
After thinking for a moment, Mo Shangyun frowned slightly and said coldly: "I didn't."
"You didn't," Yan Tianxing read out these words, then turned his head to look at Mo Shangyun, his tone was calm and composed, "if you are injured, you will not be able to take good care of yourself, and you will not come back to your family, and your parents cannot be contacted. Mo Shangjun, you
I have everything, but in the end I still live such a pitiful life."
"Mo Shangjun, you have everything, but in the end you still live such a pitiful life."
Every word pierced my heart.
Mo Shangjun pursed his lips, and his heart sank hard, as if he couldn't see the bottom.
She took a gentle breath.
She wanted to refute. She didn't want to make her life miserable, because she wanted to solve some things, but she just came too hastily. But on such a topic, it seemed a bit naive to make such a refutation, so she gave up.
Stretching out her hand, she pushed the car door open.
However, when I raised my hand to grab the crutch, my wrist was suddenly caught.
When she raised her eyes, she met Yan Tianxing's deep and dangerous eyes. He looked at her closely and asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"I've been in the hospital for a long time. Let's go out for a walk," Mo Shangyun said calmly with a calm expression, "Does Captain Yan want to send me back?"
"You just wandered a thousand kilometers?"
Mo Shangjun looked at his sinister eyes and suddenly smiled, "The motherland is my home. My home has a vast territory of 9.6 million square kilometers. A thousand kilometers is just the distance from the living room to the bedroom. Isn't it normal?"
Yan Tianxing was so angry that the force in his hand increased a bit, and he said in a cold voice: "I have been in the hospital for half a month, but I haven't grown much, but I have become more and more talkative."
"Really," Mo Shangyun lowered his eyes slightly and glanced from his hand that was tightly grasping his wrist. His voice was a little less serious, "Your temper has also improved."
"Ah."
Yan Tianxing sneered and let go of her wrist.
Mo Shangyun grabbed the crutches, pushed the car door open with the other hand, and got out of the car without any pause.
This movement was very fast, definitely not what someone like her with an injured foot should do.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the car door opened and closed, and the person sitting in the passenger seat was gone.
Yan Tianxing glanced through the car window and saw Mo Shangjun's back - without taking any notice, he turned around and walked towards the street with a cane.
Wrinkling his eyebrows irritably, Yan Tianxing stepped on the accelerator, and the jeep sped off on the road.
In the blink of an eye, the jeep disappeared around the corner.
Mo Shangjun didn't even look at it. She had difficulty moving and moved forward slowly. Noticing the increasingly violent rain, she figured she would have to find a place to rest first.
If you really want to walk, you only need a crutch and a leg, and walking is not particularly slow, especially since Mo Shangyun is talented in controlling tools. I have been using the crutch for a day. No matter how hard I find it, practice makes perfect, and the more I use it, the better.
Get comfortable with your hair.
When the second car sped from behind, Mo Shangjun had already reached the corner thirty meters away.
However, the moment the car passed her, the owner of the car slammed on the brakes, and the car suddenly stopped at her feet.
Water splashed onto Mo Shangjun's trousers and white shoes, and the water stains were extremely obvious.
Mo Shangyun frowned. He was just thinking about whether he was unlucky when suddenly he heard a grumpy voice coming from the car——
"Poor devil, get in the car."
Mo Shangjun raised his head and took a look at the car.
This car was obviously a jeep driven by Yan Tianxing, and there was no trace of anyone sitting in the car except Yan Tianxing.
After a few glances, Mo Shangyun withdrew his gaze, raised his hand to pull up the brim of his hat, and his slender figure told the people in the car with an extremely firm attitude -
"No."
She was on crutches and turned around.
The jeep followed closely beside her, driving as fast as she walked. She slowed down slightly, and the car also slowed down.
In this stalemate mode, Mo Shangyun walked nearly fifty meters.
"Are you planning to die of stubbornness, or are you planning to die of illness?"
Yan Tianxing's voice came from the car again.
Mo Shangjun originally planned to ignore it, but after listening for two seconds, he felt that there was something wrong with his logic. He couldn't help but pause, tilted his head and asked, "Is there any difference?"
"What do you think?"
Yan Tianxing put his hand on the car window and asked with a cold face.
Anyway, in the final analysis, it was her own death.
After touching his nose, Mo Shangyun asked: "Where are you going?"
"A place where you won't die of pity." Yan Tianxing replied.
Mo Shangyun hesitated for three seconds, opened the door, and got into the passenger seat again.
——The water drops that dripped onto the passenger seat have not yet dried.
As soon as he sat down, before he had time to buckle his seat belt, a towel flew over from the left. Fortunately, his agility did not decrease. Mo Shangjun raised his hand and caught the towel from the air.
Without asking further questions, Mo Shangyun buckled his seat belt, took off his baseball cap wisely, and started wiping his wet hair.
Seeing that she showed no more irritating behavior, Yan Tianxing withdrew his gaze and continued driving in silence.
As night fell, the street lights around the streets turned on at some point, and the whole city was illuminated by neon lights. All the eyes could see were bright lights. The night sky was pitch black and nothing could be seen.
When he was almost done wiping, Mo Shangyun put the towel on his knees.
"Is there anything to eat?"
Mo Shangjun asked suddenly after touching his lower abdomen.
After she came here, she ate two steamed buns in the morning and a bowl of rice noodles in the afternoon. By now she was so hungry that her chest pressed against her back.
He didn't intend to pay attention to her at first, but after hearing her inquiry, Yan Tianxing subconsciously raised his hand to pick up the biscuits that Mu Cheng left in the car. He thought of something halfway through and couldn't help but pause in the air.
However, when he turned his head, he suddenly saw Mo Shangjun looking at him, with those dark and bright eyes that people could not refuse, so he threw the biscuit to her.
"Thanks."
Taking the biscuits out, Mo Shangjun thanked him.
As soon as the biscuits arrived, Mo Shangyun tore open the package and prepared to eat them. Yan Tianxing endured it, but finally took out a bottle of water and threw it to her, lest she choke to death and have to help with the funeral arrangements.
This time, Mo Shangjun, who felt the chill all over Yan Tianxing's body, took the bottle of water but did not say thank you again.
Although Mo Shangyun was hungry, he didn't wolf down the biscuits in his hands. Instead, he ate slowly and without even making any noise.
An hour later, when Yan Tianxing drove the car to Shuiyunjian, he took the time to take a look at Mo Shangjun, and was shocked to see Mo Shangjun leaning on the back of the chair, with a hat on his head, and the brim of the hat covered his entire small face.
, seems to be asleep.
He looked at it for a few times, but without making a sound, he drove the car directly into the basement of the community.
As soon as the car stopped, Mo Shangjun reacted, moved his body, then raised a hand and took off his baseball cap.
She squinted her eyes, waiting for her vision to adjust to the dim light of the parking lot, and then she opened them completely.
"get off."
The word "coldly" fell into my ears.
The next moment, the driver's door was opened, and Mo Shangjun could only see Yan Tianxing's back from the corner of his eye. Without staying in the car for long, Mo Shangjun quickly got out of the car with his crutches.
Yan Tianxing did not wait for her step by step, but walked quickly in front. Mo Shangyun limped to keep up, and in the blink of an eye he was nowhere to be seen.
Fortunately, it was very close to the elevator. Mo Shangyun took a quick glance and followed it.
When they arrived, as expected, they saw Yan Tianxing standing in front of the elevator, and before Mo Shangjun even paused, the elevator door opened.
Yan Tianxing walked in.
Mo Shangyun followed slowly.
Fortunately, Yan Tianxing didn't really want to throw her into the basement. He kept the elevator door open and waited for her to walk in slowly before pressing the floor button.
17th floor.
Mo Shangyun glanced at it, and the memory from half a year ago suddenly jumped into his mind.
If I remember correctly, the Shuiyunjian where Yan Tianxing brought her during the Chinese New Year was on the 17th floor.
as expected.
On the 17th floor, as soon as Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing got out of the elevator, familiar memories emerged one after another.
——It seems that she still remembers the password.
Yan Tianxing should rarely come back here, but people often come to clean it, so coming here temporarily will not have any impact, at least it will be clean.
Open the door, enter the hallway, put on slippers, and enter the living room.
Yan Tianxing let her do as she pleased, then took out a new bathrobe and indicated that she could take a bath.
After saying that, he turned around and walked out the door, as if he just sent Mo Shangyun here and had no intention of spending the night.
Anyway, the atmosphere was tense, so Mo Shangyun kept silent knowingly. After he left, he looked at his wet clothes and took a bathrobe to take a shower.
It's very inconvenient to take a bath with an injured foot, but Mo Shangjun tried tying his feet in a plastic bag before taking a shower in the hospital, and now he can control it very well. Naturally, washing is not as inconvenient as he imagined.
Twenty minutes later, Mo Shangjun came out wearing a bathrobe and holding a cane.
Yan Tianxing is still not there.
She took her mobile phone, walked to the sofa and sat down, then searched around in her address book and found a number she had not contacted in a year.
If Yan Tianxing really felt that she lived a pitiful life for herself, then in order to avoid causing trouble to others, she could only make her life less pitiful.
Relatives?
She seems to be more than just her parents and brother.
She clicked the call.
The phone rang three times, and Mo Shangyun handed the phone to his ear, "Uncle."
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)