The Queen of Romance: A Summer of Sweet Classics

Chapter 110 Han Jing is 22 years old
(One)

Since the start of school in autumn, Han Jing has been absent-minded every day in the UK.She gradually became quiet again, like to be in a daze, didn't like to eat, let alone laugh.The whole person looks sluggish all the time, and the speed of losing weight is a bit worrying.

The cold war between her and Mo Bei lasted for a long time. From the beginning of school in autumn to the Spring Festival, she didn't even make a phone call.After the Spring Festival, under the good or bad persuasion of Mo's parents and Jiangnan, Ken finally connected with Mo Bei on the phone.But when he mentioned that he would come to England to visit her, Han Jing once again flatly refused.

Mo Bei was silent for a long while, then said softly, "Okay, I'll follow what you want. But what's your reason?"

Han Jing's willful tone was still the same as before: "There is no reason. I told you not to come, just don't come."

Mo Bei was not the only one who was worried about Han Jing.Shen Yan witnessed Han Jing's changes with his own eyes, and felt more distressed than Mo Bei, who was far away in T City and couldn't see the specific situation.He clearly wrote his worry on his face, but Han Jing deliberately ignored it.

Han Jing bought a violin, and locked herself in the room every day when she was free, and played it back and forth according to the music score.But I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. Objectively speaking, the songs she played were all ugly. Under the magic sound piercing through her ears, the only one who could sit peacefully in her apartment and not leave was Shen Yan.

Although Shen Yan has nothing to do with Han Jing's waywardness, but Han Jing also has nothing to do with his calmness.Sometimes the two are tacitly seeing each other's tricks, but Han Jing is always the first to be irritable.Once when Han Jing came home from school, she sat on a bench and refused to leave. The weather was gloomy, and she was wearing thin clothes, so she sneezed after a while. Shen Yan put the coat on her body, and Han Jing Calmly slanting his shoulders and sliding down, he looked at her, simply put his coat aside, and sat shoulder to shoulder with her to freeze together.

He was only wearing a thin shirt underneath, leaning against the bench in the bleak cold and flipping through newspapers, some passers-by would occasionally give them a strange look, but Shen Yan kept his expression indifferent as usual.So in the end it was Han Jing who couldn't help herself, stood up abruptly, turned her head and left.

Although Han Jing often feels depressed because of such similar situations, quarreling is a luxury between Han Jing and Shen Yan.Shen Yan became more and more restrained, and his every move was more and more similar to Mo Bei.The eyes are ancient and calm, and the action is unquestionable.And there are more and more ways to deal with her.Whenever Han Jing frowned angrily, Shen Yan would always take a step back in a timely manner. She was like a steel needle piercing the air, and it was often only herself that flashed.

Han Jing's physical strength became worse and worse, and she finally caught a cold during a cooling down.She had a stuffy nose and a headache, but she refused to go to the hospital for treatment.It just so happened that Shen Yan was busy with his dissertation and didn't call her for a day. When he arrived at her residence the next day, he finally realized that something was wrong.

He knocked on the door for a long time, but no one came to answer the door, and he didn't answer the phone when he called her. When he took the key and opened the door, there was an obvious smell of alcohol in his nostrils.

The room was warm, and Han Jing was sitting on the stairs wearing a thin silver silk nightgown, with a small wine glass slanted between her fingers.Her chin rested between her elbows, her elbows rested on her knees, her eyes stared straight ahead, and she turned a deaf ear to any movement from Shen Yan's side.

There was a blush in her cheeks, the double cause of the drink and the cold.He pursed his lips slightly and remained motionless.Shen Yan walked up to her in three steps and knelt down in two steps, his eyebrows were furrowed heavily, he had never been so happy and angry, but Han Jing was still unmoved, but his eyes were finally on him, and soon Difficult to distinguish her face, she slowly opened her mouth: "...Little Uncle?"

All around her was the strong smell of vodka.Shen Yan looked at her expressionlessly, his eyes were gloomy, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he didn't speak for a long while.Han Jing coughed, tilted her head slightly, looked at him with distracted eyes, and said, "Why don't you speak?"

Shen Yan's gaze was unfathomable, and he finally said in a deep voice, "Han Jing, look at you. What has become of you now? For a Mo Bei, why are you tossing yourself like this?"

This was the first time he said serious words, and it was also the first time Han Jing heard such heavy words in his life.She looked at him in a daze, blinked her eyes, and a string of tears fell down like a silver thread, and said in a crying voice: "You don't know anything. None of you know."

"Well, I don't know. You tell me."

Han Jing's fingers unconsciously let go, and the wine glass slipped down in an instant, and Shen Yan quickly put it in her palm.He raised his head, Han Jing's fingers just touched his side face, stared at him blankly, and said slowly: "Are you little uncle...or Shen Yan?"

Shen Yan's face was as cold as ice, and he looked at her silently without any response.

Han Jing stretched out her arms to him: "You carry me home."

"This is your home."

Han Jing raised her arms, her eyes blurred with stubbornness: "Then you carry me back to the bedroom."

With a sullen face, Shen Yan finally sighed and followed suit.His hands passed through the hollows of her legs, and with a little force, he held her in his arms from the stairs.

She nestled against his chest, her eyes wide open, looking at him for a moment.Suddenly said: "I hate you very much, do you know that?"

"..." Shen Yan didn't speak.

"You don't even ask me why I hate you."

"..." Shen Yan's words formed a straight line, "Then why do you hate me?"

Han Jing continued: "I have been in England alone for so long, and you have never called me. It was not like this before you and Han Bing got married. After you got married, you completely forgot about me. I am in front of you You are very gentle when you are in love. When you don’t see me, you won’t get used to it, and you haven’t even missed me. "

Shen Yan was very patient, but it was still within the tolerable limit.He didn't speak.

"Look at you now, you don't have anything to refute me." Han Jing sniffled and her voice gradually increased, "You don't care at all. You don't care what I do, you don't care what I do. Tian has an unfathomable attitude, and I just hate your unfathomable attitude. I hate Han Bing so much, and you still marry her."

"..."

"You just treat me like a child all the time. I can't say so many things. I really, really hate you for being flirtatious, and I really, really hate that Han Bing. I really, really don't want to see you get married." Han Jing suddenly hugged him Her neck was hugged so tightly that Shen Yan could hardly breathe, her voice was very thin and delicate, and there was a suppressed faint cry, like a wounded kitten whimpering, "Little uncle, you Do you know that waiting is really hard. Do you know that I am really tired."

Tears filled her eyes, and despite her efforts to keep her eyes wide open, they finally fell down and landed on his lapel.Shen Yan didn't say a word, his eyes became deeper and colder, he put her on the bed, his hands squeezed her shoulders, the strength changed from light to heavy, he let go after taking a light breath, pulled the quilt for her, and kept his voice down. Said, "It's time for you to sleep."

Han Jing was not sleepy at all.She stared at him with a pair of dark and moist eyes, and tightly tugged on her sleeves, refusing to let him leave.Shen Yan looked down at her with a wooden face, she was only vaguely aware of his anger, but she didn't know where his anger came from.After a while, she challenged his bottom line again and said, "I want to hear you tell me a story."

Shen Yan was not in the mood to tell stories. "I won't."

"You can."

Shen Yan looked at her and said, "Okay, I will. But I don't want to talk about it now."

"Why?" Han Jing said, "You always told me stories when I was young."

Shen Yan pursed his lips with a very patient expression.Han Jing looked at him, then lowered her head and grabbed his fingers, and said slowly, "You have changed a lot."

Shen Yan finally frowned, bent down, pinched her chin, held her hand with the other hand, knelt on the bed with one leg, pushed Han Jing against the pillow and had nowhere to escape.His lips dropped, prying hers open with perfect precision.

Every time he penetrated from the beginning, he negotiated extremely deeply.Han Jing couldn't breathe, and frowned to resist. She kicked him with her legs, but it didn't work.There was no tenderness between Shen Yan's lips and tongue, he sucked hard, as if to take away all the air in her chest.

It wasn't until Han Jing's face was flushed that Shen Yan finally let her go.Han Jing quickly hugged the quilt and coughed loudly, her nightgown slid down like water, revealing her back and shoulders.Her hair was stuck together with the cold sweat and tears she coughed up, and the coughing could not stop, and she became more and more embarrassed.

Shen Yan quickly regretted it, went to the kitchen to bring water, and fed it to Han Jing's mouth, but she waved it away without hesitation.Water spilled on the quilt, and Han Jing threw all the things that could be moved on the bed towards him, including the pillow hug bear and the magazines and newspapers on the bedside table. Her eyes were clouded with tears, but she still tried to open her eyes wide: "You Get out! I don't want to see you!"

Shen Yan has been standing at a place far away from where she can hit him without causing too much pain, and waited until she was tired from hitting him before slowly approaching. Han Jing's cough finally got better, even though she was still drunk , but instinctively glared at him like a vigilant cat.

He finally sighed, carefully sorted and put away the things she threw over, put the water glass out of her reach, turned off the wall lamp, and said, "You have a good rest."

Han Jing woke up in the middle of the night.A splitting headache.She has only experienced this situation once, and it was the time when she was dragged out of the nightclub by Mo Bei a few years ago.She lifted the quilt to get out of bed, but found that she was top-heavy and almost fell to the ground.

She went to the kitchen to look for water, and suddenly found a single light turned on in the living room, and Shen Yan was lying on the sofa, with a blanket on his body, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

She supported the wall and walked over, Shen Yan soon woke up, and opened his eyes when she was two meters away from him.He rubbed the center of his brows, and looked at her lightly: "Did you sleep, did you wake up from the wine?"

Han Jing picked up the blanket he had slid to the ground and asked, "Why are you here?"

Shen Yan's face was as calm as water: "I came to look for you, you were too drunk. I don't worry, I stayed on the sofa in your living room until now."

His face was a little tired, but he was still well-dressed.Han Jing carefully looked for clues on his face: "...how do you know I'm drinking?"

"I don't know." Shen Yan showed no expression, "I just happened to meet. To be honest, Han Jing, your wine quality is not very good."

Han Jing clasped her hands and asked in a low voice, "Did I do something excessive yesterday?"

Shen Yan looked at her: "You don't even remember?"

After seeing Han Jing shaking her head, Shen Yan didn't move her eyebrows: "I personally think that you should not know."

Han Jing's drunkenness this time brought about a lot of consequences, or maybe it was because the various recessive diseases she had accumulated in the past finally changed from quantitative to qualitative, and she began to be lingeringly ill the next day.Her body was weak, her nose was stuffy, she coughed, her throat was inflamed, her limbs were weak, she had no appetite, and could not swallow anything.

Such a situation made Shen Yan very anxious, but it was somewhat familiar to Han Jing.In her dizziness, she remembered that the way she is now is not much different from the way she felt after the onset of depression that year.And her attitude was as tough as ever, she was unmoved by what Shen Yan said, and she had no intention of cooperating with going to the hospital for an examination.

Fortunately, Shen Yan treated her in the same way as Mo Bei.After talking a few times and seeing no effect, I stopped persuading him.Instead, I consulted many web pages, and called my grandfather in Singapore to ask for advice from a senior Chinese medicine doctor there, and then cooked medicinal porridge for her with the accuracy of a millimetre.

Han Jing is actually very self-aware. She knows that sometimes she is as stubborn as a piece of wood. If she were herself, she might not be able to bear herself.However, the fact is that Mo Bei has endured her like this for more than ten years, and Shen Yan also has a very tolerant attitude towards her shortcomings.

In a way, she was really lucky.

When her thoughts turned here, she suddenly changed her mind for the first time.In fact, Mo Bei has not changed over the years, what has changed is only her psychology.He did everything she said, and he helped her get everything she wanted.There are too many rules and regulations in this world, but under the protection of Mo Bei, she grew up without any pressure or fear.Mo Bei's care and connivance to her these years, if objectively judged from the perspective of his raising minors, and subjectively according to the degree of her satisfaction or dissatisfaction, then she should give him full marks.

It's just that many things are not as simple as right and wrong.Although she thought so, she was still very sad.Unspeakably sad.She has waited for so long, been attached to him for so long, so long that she has exhausted the courage to be desperate at the beginning, but she still hasn't been able to wait for a word that makes her feel a little bit satisfied.Or the fact may be that these are all her own ideas, and maybe it is doomed that she will not be able to wait for a satisfactory word before it happens.

Just like a clown, it has only one audience, and it only needs this audience.The clown tried his best to please the only ups and downs, but there was no laughter or applause.Its performance does not respond.The clown fell down, and the spectators thought the clown was just performing, just smiling lightly; the clown cried in despair at the end, and the spectators thought it was a non-funny variety show, and still smiled lightly.

The clown performed non-stop, and finally exhausted all his strength.It finally realizes that it is a failure, maybe it is not suitable to be this person's clown.Maybe I am just wishful thinking, maybe the spectators will be happier without the clown.

Maybe it's time for the Joker to step out.

(two)

Han Jing's illness finally gradually improved under Shen Yan's unremitting treatment.However, her habit of being in a daze persisted. She would often unconsciously turn her head to look elsewhere halfway through the book, but she still stood in a daze with her chin propped.

Recently, she really wants to go back to the past. Although this wish cannot be realized, she still can't help but fantasize about being able to return to the nine-year-old self.At that time, she had already walked out of the shadow of her parents' death, happy and carefree, with her uncle and aunt of the Mo family who loved her the most, and Mo Bei who would smile and agree to any request. Her mind was still clean and pure, and she enjoyed thousands of loves. And luxury life, can wanton arrogant and willful, that is the privilege of children.

She doesn't have to worry about gains and losses, and she doesn't have to worry about whether her promises are true, and she doesn't have to work hard for the flowers in the mirror until she is exhausted.At that time, it was others who arranged things for her and took care of everything.She has a family background, appearance, and meticulous care and pampering that everyone admires.

These unrealistic desires made her often think of bright lights in her eyes.However, when Shen Yan interrupted her, the light in her eyes would quickly turn into ashes, hide at the bottom, and disappear.

Han Jing was depressed, and her thoughts were not very optimistic.Always pondering whether everything is really like what Jiangnan said, people cry all their lives, walk away with a smile, eat, drink and sleep for decades, and when they look up at the end, everything is gone.Where is the meaning of living?

She thought for a long time but did not come up with an answer. Once Shen Yan asked her a question calmly, she blurted out the question without paying attention.

Shen Yan cut off the video call in front of him, thought for a while, his eyes were calm, but he said the opposite plainly: "If you have to watch me die now, will it be uncomfortable?"

Han Jing immediately frowned and stared at him.

"That seems to be the case." Shen Yan smiled, "Even if life is really meaningless, you will still want other people to live. Similarly, the opposite is also true. Since we are not philosophers, let's stop these things Think about it. I heard these words from you, and I feel a little uncomfortable. "

"I just thought of it by accident, and I didn't dig into the dead end."

Shen Yan didn't refute her words, as if he thought of something more important, he said, "I'm graduating soon, I have to book a plane ticket. When are you going back to China?"

After hearing what he said, Han Jing's face gradually turned cold, and she didn't answer for a while.

Shen Yan looked at her and said, "Do you still want to go back?"

Han Jing raised her eyes to look at him, a white frost had formed between her brows, she pursed her lips and still said nothing.

Shen Yan sighed, threw away the notebook and walked over, squatted down in front of her, and held one of her hands.

Han Jing froze for a moment, and tried to pull her hand out, but failed.

Shen Yan clenched even tighter, looked at her and said, "How about we not go back to the country and go out for a walk?"

Han Jing's voice was dry and hoarse, and she said like a rough stone: "Where are you going?"

Shen Yan looked at her: "I want to take you to Singapore."

Han Jing did not object to Shen Yan's suggestion.The day after the graduation ceremony, the two took a direct flight to Singapore.

Singapore is a place that Shen Yan has been considering for development in recent years.His family is here, and it seems to be quite powerful. The two of them were grandly received by the Shen family as soon as they arrived at the airport.Four unfamiliar faces suddenly appeared expressionlessly, stood up in front of the two of them, and said in unison: "Master, Miss Han."

Han Jing was speechless in astonishment, Shen Yan nodded almost invisibly, and went to hold her hand, she did not break away considering his face in front of these four well-trained people.

Later, when she was free, she whispered, "I didn't know that your situation in Singapore would be like this before."

"You mean the day at the airport?" Shen Yan raised his head from the screen, and continued, "Grandpa is getting old, most of the juniors are in China, and they rarely come here. As soon as I come back, he will naturally welcome me very much."

"...I was a little surprised by the posture of those people fighting in a row that day."

"It's nothing surprising. It's all money and money. As for power," Shen Yan laughed as if thinking of something, and stopped talking.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

Shen Yan thought about it again, smiled slightly, and said, "What grandpa does now, I will probably do in the future."

"Then you plan to stay here in the future, don't you?"

"Perhaps. That's the plan at the moment."

Han Jing said in a low voice: "I originally thought that according to your personality, you would go out and start your own business. Go back to T City or develop in China."

"I also need to start my own business in Singapore." Shen Yan looked at her and added, "I now think that T City is not suitable for me."

Han Jing called Mo Bei on the second day after arriving in Singapore. There were noisy voices and a woman's coquettish laughter. After a while, Mo Bei went to a secluded place: "Jingjing."

His gentle voice made her speechless for a while, but after a moment of silence, she heard Mo Bei continue: "Are you going back to China soon? When is the ticket?"

"I'm in Singapore now."

"..."

"Together with Shen Yan."

"..."

"I don't want to go back just yet."

"..."

Han Jing's tone was firm: "That's it, it's fine."

"Don't hang up the phone." Mo Bei's tone suddenly became severe, "Why did you suddenly go to Singapore without saying hello?"

"You said that I have grown up and can decide things on my own."

"I'm asking you why."

"I don't want to go back home. That's why."

Mo Bei took a breath, and after closing his eyes for a moment, his tone softened: "Why don't you want to go back to China?"

Han Jing's nose was sour: "I don't want to answer."

"Then how long are you going to stay there?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Han Jing looked up at the sky, forcing back tears, "I'm going to eat, I'm going to hang up. Goodbye."

However, just as she threw the phone on the bed, she heard the phone ringing again.She glanced at the three words "Little Uncle" written on it, pulled out the pillow and pressed it on it, and then left the bedroom without looking back.

In the evening, she rechecked her caller ID and found a dozen missed calls and a text message, all from the same person.

In Han Jing's impression, Mo Bei basically never sent a text message.She couldn't even imagine him typing on the keyboard of the phone one by one.But now this one is also very concise, there is nothing superfluous, only four words: Jingjing, come back.

This sentence was read by Han Jing several times.She couldn't imagine what kind of tone and emotion he used to send such a text message.However, her heart turned again and again uncontrollably. After watching for a long time, her nose began to feel sore again.

She's really been getting more and more unpromising recently.The process of constantly hinting to forget is also the process of constantly remembering.How could such forgetting be truly forgotten.

Han Jing couldn't sleep all night.In the evening of the next day, Shen Yan was going to take her to eat Singaporean special snacks, but Han Jing suddenly proposed to cook for Shen Yan to try. Look, and automatically closed the mouth that was about to open.

Han Jing drove Shen Yan into the living room, closed the kitchen door, and cooked a seaweed soup and two fried eggs according to the recipe.The former product is good, bright in color and full of fragrance; but the fried egg has been cut into pieces in the pan with a shovel, and it looks like a scrambled egg with too much oil.

Because she was worried that too much salt would be too salty, Han Jing was cooking for the first time and had no experience at all. Before, the salt grains were concentrated like an atomic bomb, so she only put a few grains of salt in the soup and eggs, resulting in a very bland taste. , and the salt went into the oil pan, splashed all of a sudden and then splashed on the back of her hand, making her skin a little reddish when she ate.

Shen Yan put a band-aid on her, and when he sat at the dining table, he looked at her hands again, pursed his lips, picked up the chopsticks and did not speak.

Han Jing looked at his face and asked, "Are you upset when I dropped a bowl when I was cooking?"

Shen Yan swallowed the fried egg in his mouth, raised his head: "Not at all. Why would I be unhappy if you cook for me?"

"Then why are you frowning?"

Shen Yan's eyes moved, but he still replied: "Because you hurt the back of your hand. If you can't have both, I still hope you don't cook."

Han Jing took a bite of the fried egg, frowned, pulled out a tissue and spat it out again, and threw it into the trash can in the kitchen. When she came back, she saw that Shen Yan had swallowed the whole fried egg without changing his face, and opened her mouth. : "...You don't have to give me face like this. It's really not delicious. I think it's easy for you to cook, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult for me."

"It's much better than the first time I made it." Shen Yan smiled, "The first time I fried eggs, I couldn't tell the difference between fried and baked, so I just beat the eggs directly into the pan without adding any oil, and in the end it became a paste. It's black. Yours is just a little out of shape, a little bland, how can it be so unpalatable?"

Han Jing curled up her mouth and smiled, but said nothing.

Shen Yan glanced at her, and asked softly: "Why do you think of cooking for me today?"

"I just think..." Han Jing hesitated for a moment, but said, "You have helped me so much, and I must thank you."

"You don't want to owe favors." Shen Yan put down his chopsticks, his voice was very calm, "But I am not helping you with favors. Girlfriends are meant to be taken care of."

He paused for a moment, then asked in a restrained voice, "Are you planning to go back to China?"

Han Jing raised her head and looked at him in a little surprise.However, Shen Yan was not happy that he guessed her thoughts correctly, a cold look gradually appeared between his brows and eyes, and then asked: "Then will you come back?"

Han Jing stood there silently and did not answer for a while.She was driven by her heart and didn't think about it.Shen Yan couldn't get a reply from her, so he spoke more concisely: "Then I wish you a safe journey in advance."

Han Jing did not tell anyone that she would come back early.So when she took a taxi back to the villa, she saw the expressions of the maids and housekeepers first surprised and then pleasantly surprised.Mo Bei was not at home, Han Jing threw the luggage at home, heard that he was still in the company, thought about it, took the keys and drove to his company.

But Mo Bei was not in the company either. The secretary told her that Jiang Nan had come to see Mr. Mo before, and the two went out together, as if they had a small gathering.

Han Jing didn't make a phone call, and searched for each of the places where they used to meet. She was lucky. In the clubhouse closest to Mobei's company, the younger brother who parked the car recognized and told Mr. Mo that Mr. Mo was inside.Guided by the waiter, she walked up to the top floor. She heard the familiar chatter and laughter of several men outside the box, and her footsteps stopped at the door again.

Just in time, a waiter came out from inside, saw her when the door was closed, and was about to make a sound, but Han Jing waved her hand to block her back, and seized the opportunity to leave a thin gap in the door.She looked in and saw Mo Bei at a glance.

(three)

There seemed to be a large number of people in the box, and Yingge's laughter continued uninterrupted.Mo Bei sat on the right side of the middle of the sofa, with a row of red wine in front of him.He wasn't drunk, he was still in good spirits, and he was surrounded by two younger sisters in cool clothes, one on the left, one on the right, and one in red and one in white.

Mo Bei's position was facing the door of the box, and Han Jing could not only hear their conversation clearly, but also see it clearly.The first is Mo Bei's chuckle: "How do you want to play?"

All the women here are well-trained, with the lust in their eyes, the white skin is hidden but not exposed, the delicate female voice is sweet but not greasy, and the tone is just right: "Whoever loses will have a glass of wine... ...Isn't that too much to ask?"

Mo Bei leaned back, still holding his wine glass with a gentle smile: "It's too cliche, I'm tired of playing."

The beauty bit her lower lip, her eyes flashed into a charming shape, and her voice was soft and intoxicating: "Then...how does Mr. Mo want to play?"

Mo Bei leaned on the sofa, avoiding the beauty's intention to approach again, and took out a lighter from his pocket. The brand-new silver-white body flashed a cold and sharp light under the light, and threw it on the coffee table. Smile: "Guess the price between you two, whoever guesses the closest will get this item."

The beauty pouted slightly, her lips glistening, her fingers were about to wrap around the arms of the only man in the box, her voice was so soft and sweet that she was about to squeeze out water: "Mr. Mo..."

Han Jing behind didn't look any further, turned and left directly.

When Mo Bei returned home at night, he realized that Han Jing had returned to T City and had already slept in the bedroom.The next morning Han Jing saw Mo Bei after waking up. He was still as pleasant and gentle as ever, and was not surprised that she returned to China. He waved to her after receiving the call: "Jingjing, come over for breakfast."

When she sat down, he said again: "You fell asleep last night, so you didn't bother you. When did you come back yesterday?"

"afternoon."

"With Shen Yan?"

Han Jing tore the bread piece by piece, and didn't rush to swallow it after tearing it up. She slowly arranged it into weird shapes, and said without raising her head, "I will return it myself."

"The housekeeper said you went to the company to find me yesterday, why didn't you call me?"

"the phone is out of battery."

Mo Bei glanced at her, and said slowly, "Why are you speaking so hard today?"

Han Jing held her breath and did not speak.

Mo Bei squeezed the broken pieces of bread in her hand, then stuffed a glass of milk in her hand, and said casually: "Yesterday morning, Jiangnan divorced your sister-in-law Yi Ning."

"..."

People who have always been docile are often more difficult to persuade once they have firmly established their convictions than people who have always been stubborn.

Since giving birth, Yi Ning's life has been focused on the newborn, taking care of it meticulously, there is hardly room for Jiangnan to intervene to help.In the past, Jiangnan ignored the wedding villa, but now Jiangnan is ignored by the wedding villa.

For half a year, the two of them had a silent cold war basically every day.Half a year later, Jiang Nan quietly moved out of the villa.Another month later, when his son fell ill, Yi Ning called Jiang Nan, but no one answered, and finally he was hung up directly.

When Jiang Nan got sober and went to the hospital, Yi Ning had already returned home with Ming Ming in his arms. When he heard the sound of him entering the door, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

Such misunderstandings many times led to the escalation of the cold war. Yi Ning proposed a divorce a week ago, not property but a son, and his intention was very firm. In addition, the Yi family's unexpected support for the divorce left no room for Jiangnan to comment.

But Jiang Nan insisted on paying a large sum of divorce fees, Yi Ning's eyes were light, his smile was light, and his tone was light, and he said the most serious words ever: "You want to use money to fill up the guilt in your heart, It's impossible."

The two finally agreed to divorce.

Even a wooden person should suffer from divorce.After hearing this, Han Jing remained silent, remembering seeing Jiangnan smiling impeccably in the box the night before, so she didn't say anything else.

Jiangnan, Mo Bei, they are all very good at pretending.The greater the pain, the deeper the smile.

Three days later, Mo Bei took Han Jing to the charity auction.When Han Jing met Jiangnan this time, her attitude towards him took a 180-degree turn. She was extraordinarily well-behaved and sensible. Not only did she call "Brother Jiangnan" first, but she even spoke in a very sensible and docile tone.

This made Jiangnan feel extraordinarily weird.He couldn't bear Han Jing's sudden attention, not to mention that she kept looking at him with a pair of dark and bright eyes that seemed to be talking.

"Jingjing," he clasped his hands under his chin into a flower petal, "you are as good as this lily of the valley now. What stimulated you?"

It was rare for Han Jing's face not to be clouded immediately, but instead she frowned slightly, watching him and slowly opened her mouth: "Then tell me honestly, are you sad or regretful about divorcing Yi Ning's sister-in-law?"

Jiang Nan was taken aback, smiled brightly, and quickly replied: "Do you think I look sad and regretful now? A divorce can't make things difficult for me."

Han Jing frowned, still staring at him quietly for a long time without saying a word.

After 2 minutes like this, Jiang Nan finally couldn't resist her "I know you're lying, but I'm very sensible, I won't expose you until you confess" eyes, sighed, smiled, looked at the ceiling, and said : "Okay. I admit that I am a little sad and a little regretful."

Han Jing still didn't answer, and another 2 minutes later, Jiang Nan supported his forehead, took a big gulp of red wine, breathed out heavily, and changed his words a second time: "I beg you, don't look at me like that again." It's over. I'll admit it, I'm not a little sad and regretful, I am very sad and regretful. But there is no regret medicine in the world, so everything is my own fault."

When he said this, his face was expressionless, his speech was very fast, his tone was indifferent, and his eyes were fixed on the distance without moving.Han Jing took one last look at him, and finally looked away.

Jiang Nan asked the waiter for another glass of red wine, and Han Jing covered his glass: "Then you never thought about redeeming it?"

Jiang Nan bowed his head and smiled at her: "Forget it. It's going to rain, and your sister-in-law Yi Ning is going to get a divorce. Since she's not happy, let's end it like this."

Among the items in the charity auction is an authentic work by Tang Yin.There were many bidders at the beginning, but when it reached 350 million, there were very few bidders.Han Jing was among the very few people. She looked back at Mo Bei, and saw that his face was calm, and he had no intention of stopping him, so she continued to raise the sign with confidence.

After that, only Han Jing and another person were left to bid against each other, and the price gradually increased to 500 million, far exceeding the initial estimate.But the other party obviously didn't want to stop, Han Jing's stubbornness also came up, and the two continued to bite tightly.

Han Jing: "550 million."

"560."

"570."

"580."

"600."

The other party paused for a while, until the auctioneer finished urging for the third time, and then raised his card again: "650 million."

This time Han Jing accepted the sign and did not bid again.

The original work was taken away by an unknown buyer. Mo Bei glanced at Han Jing, who was indifferent, and smiled: "I just watched the auction with great enthusiasm. Why did it not matter so quickly?"

"It's really not worth it to pay more than 600 million yuan for such a picture." Han Jing said with a blank expression, "If I really take a picture, you will be too bad."

"It's okay, not too outrageous."

Han Jing looked in the direction of the exit, turned her head and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Han Jing stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom for a long time, and she was the only one around. When she was alone, a sudden vibration sounded in her handbag, which shocked her.

Shen Yan's voice was low: "What are you doing?"

Han Jing squinted her eyes to observe the slight shaking of the bonsai at the corner, and answered him casually: "Why don't you guess?"

He laughed: "Then I guess you are at a charity auction."

"How did you know?"

"It's a secret." Shen Yan said, "Want to know?"

"..."

Shen Yan sounded very interested, so that Han Jing could imagine him talking on the phone with one hand propped on his forehead: "I'll tell you one of your secrets in exchange, how about it?"

Han Jing walked slowly towards the bonsai and uttered two words: "Treacherous."

Before Shen Yan could speak, Han Jing was suddenly dragged into the nearest room by a sudden force, and closed the door with a "slap".

Her mobile phone fell out of the door in Yang's hand, she was pushed against the door frame, and a hand was stuck on her neck, Han Jing struggled desperately, her fingers grabbed the other's cheek, but soon both her feet were gone They were restrained together, and when she was out of breath and tasted the desperate feeling of suffocation for the first time in her life, the other party's fingers finally loosened slightly.

Han Jing gasped heavily, and a cold female voice rang close to her ear: "Han Jing, didn't you say that you are not afraid of death? How about I strangle you to death today?"

Han Jing's panting eased slightly, and she raised her head to look at her indifferently: "You can try it."

Han Bing's face was turned away from the light, and the sternness between his brows and eyes was hundreds of times stronger than before, and he smiled coldly: "You think I really dare not?"

Han Jing's hands and feet were still restrained by her. For the first time, she felt the many disadvantages of her poor health, and she didn't even have the strength to resist.Han Bing was still choking her neck, and there was a kind of despair and extreme anger in her eyes, like a cluster of flames, almost wanting to crush Han Jing to ashes: "I used to be scruples, but now I have nothing Now, what else is there to be afraid of?"

Han Jing looked at her silently, with a sneering smile on the corner of her mouth, which made Han Bing even more angry, and her subordinates became stronger: "Why should you be favored by everyone, and I have to be forced to Looking for survival in another city? What is wrong with me? My face is gone, my family is gone, I just fell in love with someone, why should I be punished so much? Everything I have now is Because of you! In terms of pretending to be pitiful and playing innocent, who can compare to you, Han Jing? In terms of insidiousness and viciousness, who can compare to Mo Bei? Why are you two taking advantage of it? You should be understood and sympathized with The person is me!"

"But what does all this have to do with me." Han Jing looked at her sarcastically, "It's Mo Bei who makes you miserable, not me."

"You still want to keep pretending to be stupid? Do you know that your expression is so unpopular right now?" Han Bing grabbed her hair with one hand and her neck with the other, gritted his teeth, his face was so crazy that it was almost ferocious, " With so many auction items, you are bidding for one painting by Tang Yin alone! You just know that it is from the Han family’s previous collection and is my father’s most cherished treasure, so you cling to such a high bidding price! It’s torture! Is it particularly pleasant? Now that you are about to be strangled to death by me, is it also particularly pleasant? Isn’t it?”

Han Jing's face was flushed red, and she couldn't speak at all.Her struggle was already weak, and after Han Bing strangled her throat, she became even more exhausted, and gradually she was really about to lose her breath.

Mo Bei's voice suddenly came in through the door, probably speaking to a lady: "Miss, excuse me, can I do you a favor?"

Taking advantage of Han Bing's momentary stupor, Han Jing exhausted all her strength, grabbed Han Bing's wrist tightly with her fingers, stepped on Han Bing's instep hard with her high-heeled shoes, and pushed her away with her last strength.

She quickly opened the door, but her hands and feet were weak, and she knelt on the ground in an instant.

The next moment she saw a figure squatting down in front of her, and then she was hugged tightly by a familiar embrace.

Mo Bei held her face carefully to confirm her condition, Han Jing grabbed his sleeve and kept coughing loudly, and he quickly withdrew a hand to pat her on the back.His embrace was stable and his strength was gentle, which gradually stopped Han Jing's coughing up tears.When her condition gradually improved, she suddenly heard Mo Bei coldly say above her head: "Stop."

Out of the corner of Han Jing's eyes, she saw the bright red figure swaying not far away, but stopped.

The hostility in Mo Bei's eyes could not be stopped, his tone was unusually gloomy, and faintly angry: "Han Bing, have you forgotten all about the agreement we reached when we divorced?"

Han Bing turned around, tears in his eyes, all his makeup was gone, and he was very embarrassed: "I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! It's you who let me have nothing, and it's all because of you! I want you to taste the loss! "

"Then give it a try." Mo Bei lowered his head, half-hugged and half-hugged Han Jing up, and said in a very calm tone, "Han Bing, today's debt has not yet been settled."

They walked slowly towards the elevator, and Han Bing behind him, ignoring the pull of the service staff, shouted hoarsely: "Mo Bei, you will definitely receive retribution! I will never make it easier for you!"

Han Bing's sudden appearance was a sneeze, which came without warning and disappeared quickly.If it weren't for the pain from her neck, Han Jing would almost think that she was just experiencing a nightmare.

Mo Bei helped Han Jing all the way into the car, and after feeding her a sip of water, he carefully checked the red marks on her neck that had been pinched.His brows were slightly frowned, and there was gloom in his eyes.

Han Jing tugged at his finger to remind him to regain his senses.She had a sore throat and couldn't speak for a while, so she wrote word by word in the palm of his hand: "What did you write in the divorce agreement?"

Mo Bei looked at the palm of his hand and changed the subject: "It's nothing. I just told her not to go back to T City."

Han Jing looked at him suspiciously, but Mo Bei had a standard smile, and she couldn't find any flaws as usual.I had to slump my shoulders, very discouraged.Mo Bei's eyes swept over her bruises again: "Please ask the family doctor to take a look at it later."

Han Jing frowned, and continued to write in the palm of his hand: "No."

"Being more and more stubborn." Mo Bei touched her temples, "Okay, if you don't want it, then you don't want it."

Han Jing pinched his slender fingers, and Mo Bei lowered her head. She silently said the words "Little Uncle" to him, and wrote them down word by word in the palm of his hand.

"Will you marry again?"

Mo Bei paused for a while and slowly said, "I don't know."

"If you get married, who will you marry?"

He answered more slowly this time, after thinking for a long time before speaking again: "I don't even know if I will get married yet, is this question too advanced?"

Han Jing didn't ask any more questions this time, and turned her head to look out the car window.

Mo Bei's answer did not satisfy her at all.However, when a person has been numb from the pain, the remaining pain can no longer be regarded as pain.

When she came back this time, she just wanted to find a result for herself.Either let her be obsessed with it for the rest of her life, or let her despair to the point of despair.

(four)

Not only Mo Bei, but also Shen Yan was worried about Han Jing's distress this time.The next morning, Han Jing went downstairs slowly in her nightgown, and Shen Yan was sitting on the sofa in the living room talking with Mo Bei.

Their conversation came to an abrupt end when they saw her going downstairs. Shen Yan stood up, walked over a few steps and held her hand, carefully checked whether she was intact, and finally said: "I heard from your side yesterday. Something is wrong, I came here from Singapore early in the morning."

Han Jing thought for a while and said, "But, how do you know I'm at the auction?"

The corner of Shen Yan's mouth curled up: "My brother was on the phone with me at that time, and happened to see you and Mr. Mo."

Han Jing looked at Mo Bei, who was crossing his legs and lowering his eyes. At the end of his line of sight was the cup of fruit tea in his hand, and he was not interested in their conversation.Han Jing turned her face to look at Shen Yan again, and saw the slightly blue under his eyes, his skin was always fair, and he couldn't get tanned no matter what, so at this moment, the blue was clearly visible.Han Jing said, "You didn't sleep all night, did you?"

"I'm really sleepy now." Shen Yan nodded and smiled, "I'm more worried about you."

"I'm not fine?"

"Whether it's good or not, you have to see it with your own eyes to know."

"...Have you had breakfast?"

"nor."

Shen Yan looked back at Mo Bei, just as Mo Bei also raised his head, with a pleasant attitude, "In this case, let's stay and have breakfast together. I didn't take good care of it just now, and didn't ask the housekeeper to serve some pastries."

"No need." Han Jing grabbed Shen Yan's arm and took a step forward, saying quietly, "Shen Yan and I went out to eat."

Mo Bei narrowed his eyes and said, "I have ordered the chef to make your favorite seafood porridge."

Han Jing's eyes were stubborn: "Don't eat."

Mo Bei looked at her fixedly, and kept seeing Han Jing turn his face away.As a result of the stalemate between the two, Mo Bei still gave in. He put away the fruit tea and stood up, and left the living room steadily, leaving a light sentence before leaving: "As you wish."

Because Shen Yan came in a hurry, didn't bring any luggage, and planned to stay in China for a few days before going back, so the two went to the mall together after breakfast, and went to the men's section to pick out temporary clothes and other necessities.

Han Jing rarely comes to this place.Mo Bei's clothes have always been tailor-made. There are only a few brands that have not changed for more than ten years, the location that has not changed for more than ten years, and the tailor that has not changed for more than ten years.Sitting on the soft sofa now makes Han Jing feel very fresh.

What was even more refreshing was watching Shen Yan buy clothes.He seemed to have a good grasp of the color, style and size of the clothes. After entering the store for a glance, he pointed to the two sets of clothes and called for packing.

The speed of such a quick battle is exactly the same as that of Mo Bei.Mo Bei's habit of entering the store is to flip through brand magazines casually, and then select a few pieces of clothing he wants, and then tailor them to suit, and he can leave within a quarter of an hour.

But the sofa was so comfortable that Han Jing, who was wearing high heels, didn't want to get up at all.Rolling his eyes, he put on a smiling attitude: "You pack it without trying it on?"

"No need." Shen Yan took out the bank card from the wallet, "There should be no problem."

Han Jing pushed him: "Just go and try it out. What if it doesn't fit?"

Shen Yan looked down at her, raised his eyebrows, turned his face slightly, and soon the store staff took the clothes over carefully, and said with a smile: "Mr. You can try it on. But you look good in everything you wear, wait a minute." The effect of the upper body is definitely comparable to that of a model."

Facts have proved that what the lady in the store said is not false at all.After Shen Yan came out of the fitting room, Han Jing tilted her head to look at him, looked at him from top to bottom and murmured, "Why don't you just wear this suit and don't change it."

Soon everyone was laughing.

In the evening, Han Jing was sent home by Shen Yan, while Mo Bei was standing on the steps feeding the gluttonous macaw.After seeing him, he narrowed his eyes slightly inaudibly.

"Mr. Mo." Shen Yan took the lead to greet him slightly, and Mo Bei took off the sleeves that had been half-up just now, and said "um" slowly.

Then he turned his gaze to Han Jing again: "Have you had dinner yet?" After receiving the nodding answer, she smiled, her gaze lightened, and she asked Shen Yan again: "Do you want to stay a little longer? The housekeeper made new cakes, It's not very sweet, you can try it. It's right to make up for my mistakes in the morning."

"Thank you." Shen Yan's eyes were also very sincere, "I won't be today."

Mo Bei made a gesture, and his face became more and more kind: "Then I won't give it away."

After Shen Yan left, Mo Bei handed the nuts in his hand to the maid, and ordered: "Make a bowl of porridge, just keep it simple. I'll eat it in the study later."

His words were heard by Han Jing, who gently grabbed his sleeve. Mo Bei turned his head and saw Han Jing's clear eyes: "Have you not had dinner yet?"

He said a "no".

Her eyes flickered: "Why?"

Mo Bei looked at her with lowered eyebrows, and said, "I'm waiting for you to come back and eat together."

Han Jing lowered her head to look at the ground, still holding on to his sleeve, raised her face after a while, and said, "We watched a movie, and there was something wrong in the middle, and it was already dark when we came out, so we just ate it." Come back after dinner."

Mo Bei gave a faint "um" and didn't say anything.

Han Jing looked at him, bit her lip and said, "I will call and tell you in advance next time."

Mo Bei said "hmm" again.

Han Jing finally frowned: "What do you mean by 'um'?"

Mo Bei didn't move, and the expression between his eyebrows and eyes was slightly blurred in the darkness, or maybe it was just because Han Jing couldn't understand, so he said lightly, "You don't need to report to me."

Han Jing frowned even tighter: "What do you mean?"

Mo Bei smiled: "Jingjing, think about the things you have done in the past two years. Is there one thing I want you to not do that you would not do? And which one is I want you to do?" Do it and you are willing to do it obediently?"

Han Jing slowly loosened the corner of his clothes and whispered, "Are you angry?"

"I won't be angry with you." Mo Bei turned and left, "I'm just a little regretful."

This is probably the first time that the primary and secondary switch, Mo Bei has a cold war with Han Jing.Mo Bei entered the study and never came out again. Han Jing couldn't know whether he was calm at this time.Standing at the stairs, she saw the maid carrying the porridge in and out, out and in again, she struggled for a while and still didn't know whether she should apologize or not.

She never apologized to Mo Bei. The word "sorry" is still difficult to say now, not to mention that she really has some resentment towards Mo Bei.

However, after a child, Han Jing still stood at the door of the study after hesitating.

She stood at the door and started a new round of entanglement.The fingers always stop one centimeter away from the door every time.This action was repeated for almost a quarter of an hour, until the butler's voice came from behind: "Miss, why are you standing at the door all the time, why don't you go in?"

The next moment, the door was opened from the inside. Mo Bei looked at her and stepped aside: "Why don't you come in?"

Han Jing looked at him with troubled eyes.Mo Bei looked at her and said, "Come in and talk."

She followed him into the room and closed the door, and sat on the sofa biting her lips. Mo Bei threw the pen he hadn't put down just now on the table, and said softly, "Have you and Shen Yan thought about breaking up?"

Han Jing looked up at him: "Why did I break up with him?"

"Because you said before that you just don't hate him." Mo Bei said lightly, "If you don't want to stay with him for the rest of your life, then I suggest you break up early. Jingjing, Shen Yan is not someone you can control .”

Han Jing observed his expression very carefully, and said, "What if I don't want to break up? Shen Yan is very kind to me. And I didn't think about controlling him."

Mo Bei leaned on the edge of the desk and looked at her with his arms folded: "There are many people who are very good to you, and Shen Yan is just one of them. You don't want to break up, but you never thought about marrying him, did you?" ?”

Han Jing was silent.Mo Bei's words were right, and it took her a while to figure out how to refute his words: "Everything can be cultivated slowly."

Mo Bei pressed on step by step: "Then what you mean is that you are so young now that you decide that you want to grow old with Shen Yan, don't you?"

Han Jing raised her head with stubborn eyes: "What's wrong?"

Mo Bei went on to say: "Okay. Then continue to reason. If you don't break up, you will definitely go to Singapore to live together in the future. Judging from the frequency of your return home now, you may not spend more than ten hours in T city every year in the future. sky."

It took Han Jing a while to say: "Then?"

Mo Bei smiled: "In this case, the feeling you give me, Jingjing, makes me feel that the pearls I raised with my own hands are about to be taken away by someone."

Han Jing's mind shook slightly, and her eyelashes "swipe" up: "Are you reluctant?"

Mo Bei looked up at the ceiling, circled his thumb and index finger for a while, then turned his gaze back to her, and said softly, "I'm really reluctant."

"You hate Shen Yan?"

Mo Bei raised his eyebrows: "I really don't like him very much."

"why?"

Mo Bei smiled but did not answer: "Jingjing, let me ask you a question. If you could only choose one between me and Shen Yan, who would you choose?"

Han Jing looked at him for a long time.He was asking what he knew, but she no longer wanted him to get what he wanted.

Han Jing's eyebrows and eyes were cold: "Why do you compare the two of you?"

He smiled, picked up the pen on the table, lowered his head and squeezed it, and said softly: "I just remembered it suddenly."

Han Jing's gaze was fixed on him, and her tone was aggressive: "If I really plan to marry Shen Yan, what do you think?"

He looked up: "I don't agree."

"That's it?"

There was something surging in Mo Bei's eyes, but he still controlled his emotions well, and his tone was light: "That's it."

Han Jing lowered her eyes, bit her lips with her teeth, and uttered a word in a low voice for a while: "Okay."

The two sat in silence for a long time.Mo Bei didn't know what to think of, propping his forehead with one hand, staring at the pen in his hand without saying a word.Han Jing sat there motionless, and after a while she suddenly said, "Little Uncle, I also ask you a question."

Mo Bei raised her eyes, and her gaze came straight to her: "If I asked you to choose only one between me and her when you were engaged to Han Bing, who would you choose?"

Mo Bei gave her the answer without thinking about it: "Of course it's you."

Han Jing let out a "huh", looked at a Chinese painting on the wall for a while, and said quietly, "But you still married Han Bing."

When Mo Bei went to the company the next day, Han Jing turned off the phone by herself and drove aimlessly on the street.She had a cold face during breakfast, and no one dared to ask her why.When Mo Bei left, she grabbed the car keys and ran out, but no one dared to ask her where she had gone.In the end, she held the steering wheel and drove all the way up the viaduct. The scenery of the construction in T City was excellent, with a wide view to the left and right, and the green vegetation covered the ground, which was very refreshing.However, she was not in the mood to appreciate it. She was depressed and uncomfortable from the night before to now, and drove the car very fast.

These days she was no happier than she had been in England.Every time she saw Mo Bei's gentle appearance, she inexplicably felt her nose sore.She held back her tears countless times, and she thought of so many past events.

Touching and probing again and again, tormented for so long, still at the origin.Except that the paranoia is getting deeper and deeper.Mo Bei has become her obsession, her belief.Her stubbornness has become a demon, and she can't help but fly moths to the flame.Mo Bei's actions and words at any time are impeccable. She used to be so infatuated with his perfection, but now she hates him so much for pretending to be deaf and dumb.

She couldn't know whether he knew what she was thinking, she thought she had shown it so clearly, she just stood in front of him and told him those three words directly, but he still had the same gentle smile and calm eyes as always, never She has not changed since she was eight years old.

She is so tired.Crying, insomnia, exhaustion, and vulnerability have never been easier.She felt that her heart had been polished so that it was as transparent and thin as a balloon filled with water, and would collapse at the slightest touch.

After Han Jing turned the corner, she finally realized belatedly that there was a car following her.But when she wanted to get rid of it, the car suddenly accelerated and hit it straight.And before she finished braking, she hit another car not far ahead.

It only took a short time to fall into a coma.

When she woke up in a daze, she was already lying in the hospital.There were low voices around, and she could only hear a sentence, which didn't seem to be from Mobei, but more like Jiangnan's voice: "Do you want to die? It would be too cheap for her if she really died."

Han Jing was terribly sleepy, moved her fingers, and found that she had been held for a long time, and barely opened her eyes, there was a faint figure.The man leaned down and gently covered her eyes with cool and slender fingers, and his voice was Mo Bei's unique gentleness: "Hey, sleep a little longer."

Han Jing was too dazed to keep her eyes open, and bewitched by his voice, she fell asleep very quickly.

When she woke up again, she realized that she was on a hospital bed.The ward was empty, and she was alone.

However, there were voices outside the door.Two familiar low-pitched male voices, with a faint dispute.Han Jing had a splitting headache, and after barely listening, she finally figured out that it was the conversation between Shen Yan and Mo Bei.

Mo Bei's voice was always elegant, even when he was saying a very firm rejection: "Go to Singapore? It's impossible."

Shen Yan replied calmly: "Mr. Mo, you need to at least ask Han Jing. She doesn't want to stay in T City now, and everyone can see that."

Mo Bei laughed: "I will naturally satisfy what Jingjing wants. There is nothing wrong with her physical condition, but her leg is broken. It has nothing to do with whether she goes to Singapore or not."

Han Jing didn't want to listen to these few words anymore.Her hand touched the glass on the bedside table, and she flicked it vigorously, the glass fell to the ground and shattered, and the door was soon opened.

Shen Yan grasped the handle of the door and pushed it away, Mo Bei was the first to reach her bedside.He touched her forehead, saw that she was silent with her eyes open, and smiled to comfort her: "Finally woke up. Your leg is broken and you need to rest. Please ask the chef to make soup later, and you must drink it."

Han Jing's slightly frowning brows did not unfold: "Who bumped into me?"

Mo Bei's smile subsided slightly, and he slowly answered, "Han Bing."

This answer is really expected.Han Jing looked at the end of the bed, her feet were really wrapped into a rice dumpling.She looked down at the back of her hand again, the blue blood vessels on it were shockingly obvious.After a pause, he continued to ask, "Where is she now?"

There was no expression on Mo Bei's face, and he answered her in four simple words: "Still in rescue."

But in a blink of an eye, he smiled and comforted her: "Leave the rest to me. You just need to be responsible for not running around, and it's enough to recover from your injuries."

Han Jing raised her eyes and looked at him quietly: "I don't want to stay here."

Mo Bei raised his eyebrows: "We'll go home after we finish the discharge procedures. Are you hungry? Would you like me to order some porridge for you?"

Han Jing still frowned, turned her head to look at Shen Yan who had been standing on the side without making a sound, lowered her eyes and thought for a while, and said in a low voice after a while: "I don't want to go home."

This answer caught Mo Bei unexpectedly.He froze for a moment, and stopped touching her forehead.Soon after, Shen Yan answered: "Do you want to go to your own apartment, or go back to Singapore?"

Han Jing looked at Mo Bei, his face was cold, his lips were pursed, he was standing half bent over by the bed, but now he stood up slowly, staring at her without speaking.

Han Jing's mouth opened, and she couldn't move under his gaze.However, Shen Yan behind Mo Bei folded his arms, and also looked at her with a pair of dark eyes.His eyes clearly showed no emotion, but somehow helped Han Jing harden her heart, turned her head to look at the TV opposite the bed, and said "Singapore".

(End of this chapter)