Stand-in bride: Mr. Lu's first favorite wife

Xu Zhuoran nodded, but his heart was a little complicated.

I don't know, if Wen Xi knew that she was leaving, would she be so reluctant?

……

In the past few days, Mo Di often went in and out of Si's house.

She even became familiar with every plant and tree in the Si family.

In the afternoon, Mo Di came to the Si family with a book. Because of the frequent visits recently, she became familiar with the servants of the Si family. There are more than 20 servants in the Si family, and she can even call out a few names.

Came to the third floor.

Uncle Ping stood guard at the door as always.

Seeing Mo Di, Uncle Ping seemed to be used to it, he just nodded to Mo Di, and then went to the bedroom to report to Si Yuheng.

Mo Di was still a little afraid of Uncle Ping.

The scar on Uncle Ping's face was too impressive.

She hugged the book, Uncle Ping came out of the bedroom and said to Mo Di, "Young master let you in, but Miss Mo, don't stay too long, let young master rest more, young master is not very energetic today."

Mo Di frowned, "What's wrong with him? Is there any discomfort?"

Uncle Ping didn't hide it, "Last night, the young master was not feeling well. He was much better after calling a doctor. Now he still feels a little dizzy and mentally deficient."

Mo Di pushed the door and walked in.

It was very dark and the curtains were all drawn.

Si Yuheng was wearing a light gray pajamas, sitting on the sofa, watching a movie.

A projector on one side flashed blue dots of light.

A picture is being displayed on the huge curtain.

Mo Di walked over, Si Yuheng looked at her and smiled, "Sit."

Looking at the picture on the curtain, Mo Di accurately said the name of the movie, "Hunting."

Si Yuheng raised his eyebrows slightly. Under the dim light, the man's face seemed to be white to transparent, and his delicate and handsome features were tinged with a layer of pale fragility.

"You know?" There was a bit of surprise in his voice.

Mo Di sat on the sofa with Si Yuheng, "Well, I've seen it before. It's a very famous Danish movie, and it's one of my favorite movies."

She looked at the flickering curtain, the picture appeared on it, the owner's dog was killed, the girl looked innocent, she slightly pursed her lips, "A lie ruined reality."

Si Yuheng, "Why are you here this afternoon?"

Mo Di, "I am writing a thesis in the library with my friends in the morning."

Si Yuheng, "Are you going to graduate?"

Mo Di nodded, "I'll return the book to you."

Si Yuheng took it over, and he put the book on the coffee table, "What would you like to drink? Juice, coffee, or..."

"I'll do it myself." Mo Di poured a glass of water and handed it to Si Yuheng, "Warm water is the best drink."

Si Yuheng smiled, his face was like a clear lake blown by the breeze in March, with little ripples, and there were countless stars shining inside, Mo Di blushed a little, her cheeks were a little hot, she tried her best to shift herself I want to focus all my energy on the movie.

But smelling the faint breath of mint in the air made her heart beat uncontrollably.

After staying in the bedroom for an hour, watching the hunt with Si Yuheng and watching other short films, she found that her tastes were not much different from Si Yuheng's, and even had similarities in many aspects. His heart was beating wildly, and so was Si Yuheng. It was rare to find someone who could empathize with him.

Before leaving, she recalled what Uncle Ping said.

"Get some rest."

Si Yuheng, "Uncle Ping told you again?"

Mo Di, "Uncle Ping also cares about you."

Si Yuheng's eyes were a little sad. He knew that his illness was irreversible and could not be cured. Situations like this would happen many times in the future. His breathing would also gradually fail, and his heart and lungs would start to have problems and finally stop. Work.

Before, he would just smile casually and not care.

However, he sniffed the faint smell of orange soda in the air.

Right now he……

He wants to stay in this world for a while longer.

He looked at the girl in front of him, wearing a pink and white plaid skirt with a high ponytail, with a girlish and pure sweet smell, "Miss Mo, I want to give you something."