delicious life

A few meters away, loud arguments reached his ears.

"James, he is your child." The woman took the man's arm and explained.

"Who knows whose child he is, we broke up, Winnie, didn't we break up, as early as three months ago. Who knows who gave birth to the child in your belly." The man said with a cold expression The sound stimulated the excited woman.

"Yeah, three months ago, three months ago, take a look at this." The woman stuffed a thin piece of paper into the man's arms, her eyes were slightly red.

"It's been fourteen weeks, and at that time—we haven't broken up yet!" The woman's tears flowed down her cheeks. With tears in her eyes, she was still excited, and she put all her chips on the test sheet in the man's hand.

The loud noise of the two caused a group of patients to come to see the doctor, and the people slowly gathered, waiting for the good show to begin.

"Really?" The ruthless man moved his lips, his voice was so small that he could not hear clearly, Morrison guessed the words he uttered based on the shape of his mouth.

"Don't you want him? Are you going to say that it has nothing to do with you? James, I love you, don't leave me." The woman lowered her hands weakly, her eyes following the figure of the man.

The man carefully looked at the paper in his hand, his voice was not as cold as before, "Let me think about it, Winnie, it will take some time. Let us both sit down and think calmly."

"You agree?" There was surprise in the woman's voice, and hope was rekindled in her eyes.

"The two of us, let's meet at the Little Red Mill the day after tomorrow. I'll wait for you at five o'clock in the afternoon." The man couldn't help stretching out his strong arms, and awkwardly wiped away the tears on the woman's cheeks.

Seeing the end of the good show, the group of people who got closer retreated one after another, leaving the reconciled couple alone.

Morrison turned the wheelchair slowly, a smile from the heart slowly appeared on his face.

He thought that he would soon be free from the pain that tortured him.

54、chapter13

"Sorry, Morrison, I just came to see you today." Mo Ci outside the door showed an apologetic expression, making it hard to shut him out.

Morrison folded his arms silently, leaving a seat open for Mo Ci to slip in through the gap.

The thin young man took out the food in the lunch box from behind, and with a flattering smile, sat down on the chair in the living room of Morrison's house with great precision.

"Morrison, you're hungry, calm down first, fill your stomach, and then listen to me slowly."

"Hmm." Morrison pretended to be serious, and set his eyes on Mo Ci, who was moving his lips. He tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening to Mo Ci's explanation.

Mo Ci spread out the lunch box and set the tableware. Seeing Morrison's serious expression, he had no choice but to pick up the words he had thought up before coming here, and speak slowly.

"I'm sorry, I've been too busy these two days. Teacher Antoine's experience teaching is very important. I only made time for it yesterday. I had a date with Winnie yesterday afternoon. I wanted to see you at night, but you No one answered the phone at home, Winnie's friend's invitation could not be refused, we spent another night together, and dancing was also a physical task. But, I have not forgotten your gift..." Mo Ci carefully looked at Morrison expression, continued.

"I'm a day late for buying you a present. I'm a day late for the greeting, but I still want to say Merry Christmas, Morrison."

Mo Ci took out two football tickets that he had prepared a long time ago from his pocket, stretched his arms, and stuffed them into Morrison's palm.

The red and green tickets were printed with big slogans. Morrison covered up the warm current in his heart and left all the unhappiness behind him.

"Although I'm very angry..." Morrison held the ticket and paused deliberately, very satisfied with Mo Ciwei's gesture of looking up.

"But I like the gift you gave me." Morrison looked at Mo Ci with a smile on his face, showing the gentle expression as always.

Mo Ci, who was afraid of Morrison's anger, felt relieved, and asked Morrison about his leg injury while making arrangements for Morrison to eat.

"How many days until the cast is removed?"

"Well, the doctor said one month, I remember the doctor said so."

"But Mrs. Charles said that you broke the plaster cast, which should be serious." Mo Ci tapped on the plaster cast on Morrison's foot. There were no previous graffiti letters, and it was obvious that the cast had been remade.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter, my leg will be fine soon."

Morrison gave a perfunctory answer, with a few vague words, and when Mo Ci stopped the topic, he suddenly raised his head and asked:

"Will you go to the game with me?"

"What?" With a jump in thinking, Mo Ci didn't turn around for a while. When he realized that Morrison was talking about a football game, Mo Ci scratched his hair in embarrassment, and looked at him with apologetic eyes. Morrison.

"The tickets I gave you are two. You can find someone else to go to the game with you. You don't have to be with me. Don't you have any other friends or girlfriends?"

Morrison's face suddenly darkened, and the expectation in his eyes evaporated like melting ice.He moved his Adam's apple, adjusted his negative emotions, and said nothing to his mouth.

"I don't want to go to the game with other people, you will go with me."

The repeated words caught Mo Ci's attention, "I was just thinking, Morrison, you always stay with me, will it affect your chances of making other friends? For so many years, you have even a girlfriend by your side nothing."

"No, you haven't influenced me, and you have a girlfriend, you don't have to worry about these at all, I haven't seen the type I like yet."

Morrison shrugged indifferently and explained, trying to keep it as natural as possible.

Mo Ci sighed softly, and took the tickets at Morrison's insistence, "If you want to go to the game with me, I promise you."

Hearing the promise, Morrison's eyes brightened, his previously tense jaw relaxed, and the corners of his pursed mouth couldn't help but rise. Morrison continued to increase his chips, "Then after the game, you still want to buy me a drink." Coffee, I'm going to the Little Red Mill for this apologetic coffee."

Morrison emphasized the pronunciation of the last few words, so that Mo Ci had no chance to refuse.

Mo Ci rolled his eyes, spread his palms, and asked:

"Why do you want to go to the little red mill? It's a certain distance from home. What's more, the apology should be to invite you to a restaurant instead of coffee?"

"I just think the coffee there is very mellow, and it's so close to the stadium, we can warm up our stomachs after watching the game. The doctor in the hospital told me not to eat too much greasy food. , so, it had to be coffee."

"You hurt your leg not your stomach, Morrison."

"Mo, just follow the doctor's advice, it's good for your health."

"..."

"Mo?" Morrison looked up.

"Oh, okay. See you the day after tomorrow. I'll go back first, Morrison."

"Goodbye, Mo."

Mo Ci compromised, but ignored the extra smile on the corner of Morrison's mouth.

Mo Ci did not expect to meet Winnie in this situation.

On weekdays, the gentle and beautiful girl grabbed a strong man very viciously, with a sweet expression, and she and the man opposite looked like a couple who had been in love for many days.

They hugged and kissed hotly, and the fiercely entangled lips and tongues were passed from their own mouths to each other.The perfect tacit understanding caused the coffee guests around to applaud and scream.

Before that, they were still arguing bitterly.After the conflicts were resolved one by one, they kissed each other's cheeks and asked each other for forgiveness.The scene of reunion after a broken mirror feasted the audience's eyes, but Mo Ci, who sat next to them and witnessed the whole process, was extremely embarrassed.

"Mo, I knew she was cheating on your feelings early on. That's why I let you come here to witness all this, so that you won't be kept in the dark and continue to be deceived."

Morrison held Mo Ci's hand nervously, and explained to the gloomy Mo Ci.

"I'm sorry, it's good for you to understand this matter yourself, I will... pretend I didn't see anything." Morrison's green eyes met Mo Ci, who was still silent.

Mo Ci felt that his throat was a little hoarse from cheering on the football field.He poured himself a glass of warm water, gulped it down, and patted Morrison's wide and warm palm.

"I'm just a little embarrassed."

"Are you really okay?" Morrison said worriedly. Mo Ci's expression was a bit weird at the moment. He couldn't guarantee that Mo Ci, who was put on a colored hat out of thin air, would raise the coffee cup in his hand and throw it at the next moment. On the couple separated by a wall.

Mo Ci stared at the dark coffee in the brown coffee cup, and twisted the coffee cup to scare the small saucer, making the liquid in the cup swirl, forming a small vortex.

"They're a real couple, aren't they?"

Mo Ci didn't wait for Morrison to answer, and continued:

"They have been together for four years, there have been discord, quarrels, and sweet times. They have not been separated for more than half a year because of misunderstandings... This makes me feel embarrassed to be intervened in the middle."

"Mo..."

"Fortunately, I don't have a closer relationship with Winnie. If so, I think Winnie's boyfriend will come to trouble me with his fists on the second day after they reconciled."

"I'll stand by your side and protect you," Morrison said immediately.

"Morrison..."

Mo Ci's voice was a little hoarse.

"Why, apart from embarrassment, I don't feel any loss at all, even a little bit of other emotions?"

"Mo—"

"I just feel that I don't seem to have the slightest liking for Winnie,