After I slapped my wife, he wandered the streets

When Pan Xun got up, his head was a little dizzy. After returning yesterday, he lay on the bed for five or six hours without feeling sleepy.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Violet knocked on the door on time.

It took Pan Xun 2 minutes to sit up from the bed. Because he was dizzy, he patted his forehead and opened the door after he regained consciousness.

All the confidantes outside the door fell silent when they saw him. Rose brushed her long hair around her ears, and reminded embarrassingly, "Your...shoes..."

Pan Xun frowned, and after bowing his head, he became quiet for a while.

I was wearing a pair of gray socks on my feet, one was put in a slipper, and the other was just stepped on the carpet.

He frowned, and turned back to the room in front of his confidants.

Violet followed in after scanning the others.

After Pan Xun went straight to the desk, he poured himself a glass of cold water first, and after taking a sip, his whole body trembled.

Violet first went to the bed to retrieve the other slipper, and held it to his feet.

After drinking the cold water, Pan Xun rested his forehead with one hand and kneaded, "Are you all ready?"

"The car is already downstairs, everything that needs to be dealt with has been dealt with, and breakfast is ready, do you want some?"

"No appetite." Closing his eyes and opening them again, Pan Xun went to the bathroom to wash up. By the time he went downstairs, it was already 08:30.

He set off on time at nine o'clock as agreed, but when he got downstairs, he took off his coat and threw it on the sofa beside him, and went outside the door by himself.

All the flower envoys were quiet, and the bodyguards standing in the corner silently followed the two of them.

Violet shook her head, preventing Rose from going out too.

"What?" Rose changed into a red dress, looking very energetic.

"I didn't come." Violet said in a deep voice, he was concise, but Rose sighed.

Pan Xun was waiting for Bai Qianmian, although he didn't say a word.

The temperature in Moka City was still very low. Rose was not afraid of the cold and put on a short padded jacket in a red skirt. Pan Xun hadn't eaten breakfast not long after he woke up, and he was in a daze.

He stood in the cold wind, looking at the front of the street at the door of the hotel.

There were people and cars passing by one after another, and Pan Xun's back fell on the many flowers waiting in the hall, making him look like a sculpture in the eyes.

He stood there silently, as if he had expectations, but also as if he was just saying goodbye to the past peacefully.

"The head of the house also..." Hyacinth stepped forward and looked into the distance through the hotel gate, "It's so pitiful."

Violet pushed the glasses on her nose, it was the first time he saw the Patriarch so lost, like a puppy left on a rainy night, pitifully waiting and begging.

Hyacinth looked at him slowly, opened her lips and said, "What is right? Can we do anything?"

"This is the business of the Patriarch and Mr. Bai. We can't do anything."

"But when we joined the Flower Mission, we all made an oath that as long as there is only one person around, the Patriarch will not be harmed." Hyacinth lost her former escape and said in a low voice, "Perhaps Mr. Bai's choice was wrong."

"It's not the right answer," Violet said softly after a silent meeting, "This is also the Patriarch's choice."

"He should go," Rose suddenly said, "Mr. Bai should enjoy all the good things the Patriarch has done to him. If I change to someone else in the future, I feel somewhat unworthy."

The incompatibility here does not refer to the general incompatibility, but Rose feels that Bai Qianmian has sacrificed too much for the Patriarch, and his love for the Patriarch is too deep and pure, if it is him, he deserves everything.And if the Patriarch falls in love with another person in the future, no matter how outstanding that person is, what he gets by standing beside the Patriarch is not so right in her heart, or it may be unbalanced.

It's not that Rose herself feels unbalanced, it's that she will complain about Bai Qianmian. You see, without Bai Qianmian's suffering, there would be no Patriarch today. Without Bai Qianmian's complete selflessness, the Patriarch may never know how to give wholeheartedly. like someone.

Bai Qianmian suffered all the hardships. He spent the first half of his life watering and growing a fruit tree but left the fruit to future generations.

"Whether you deserve it or not," Violet warned, "Such words shouldn't come out of our mouths, don't forget your own duty."

"I can only say that today." Rose withdrew her gaze and walked back to the middle of the hall.

Violet continued to stand, and after an unknown amount of time, Kapok stepped forward and reminded: "It's nine o'clock."

The itinerary is well planned, and if there is a slight delay, we may not be able to catch up.

Violet nodded, but still waited another 10 minutes before going out.

Pan Xun didn't know how long he stood there, he kept looking in one direction, his eyes gradually became dry and blurred, he had to close his eyes first, because he felt the moisture in the corners of his eyes, he slowly raised his head.

"Patriarch," Violet stopped four or five steps away, "It's nine o'clock."

"En." Pan Xun responded, still looking up.

Violet didn't leave, he was standing behind Pan Xun, in the hotel, other flower envoys were watching this side cautiously.

Pan Xun remained silent for a while, and when he could no longer feel the coolness on his face, he raised his hand.

Violet strode back to the hotel after seeing her Patriarch rubbing her face hard.

Pan Xun did go back, but he still didn't give an order. He went to the sofa and sat down.

Hyacinth and the others were at a loss, one or two all looked at the leader Violet.

Violet pondered for a while and didn't come forward to urge her after all, while shaking her head silently at the other flower envoys.

Pan Xun sat on the sofa for a while, and slowly his eyes fell to the opposite wall, where a black clock was hung, and the minute hand was moving little by little.

It's twenty past nine...

Bai Qianmian did not come.

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Feng Jinxu babbled a lot, at first Bai Qianmian responded, but later on he didn't know if he had fallen asleep, Bai Qianmian hugged her knees and lowered her head.

Feng Jin gritted his teeth and reminded loudly: "It's ten past nine."

Bai Qianmian didn't respond.

Feng Jin sighed, feeling quite tired, and hugged his knees like Bai Qianmian.

After the tent became quiet, the sounds outside became clearer.

The sounds of women talking, children running and playing, dogs barking, and even footsteps... the sounds that would be heard in the past will be heard in the tent, like the sound of battle drums from afar.

Feng Jin didn't know what to say. His eloquence was not very good, and it may not be a good thing to persuade him too much on this kind of matter.

He scratched his hair and glanced at the opposite side, Bai Qianmian was still sitting on the bed, because his head was hanging down, he couldn't see his expression at all.

"It's 09:30." Feng Jin let out a long breath from his shoulders, he was ready for Bai Qianmian to keep silent all day long.

"He... let's go."

"?"

Bai Qianmian was finally willing to raise her head, her face pale and unable to make any expression.

"It's 09:30," Feng Jin felt that he had spent the rest of his life sighing in one day, "you should go."

"En." Bai Qianmian didn't understand, so she responded, and slowly curled up like a hedgehog.

Feng Jin also resigned to his fate, and asked as if giving up: "You said you were afraid, let me ask you, are you afraid of losing him?"

Bai Qianmian didn't answer, but he nodded slightly, but Feng Jin had been staring at him and noticed naturally.

"Are you afraid of being left behind by him and afraid of losing him, two things you are afraid of, which one are you more afraid of?"

Bai Qianmian froze for a moment, Feng Jin saw him raise his head again, and saw that he couldn't answer.

"The fear of being left behind again is not necessarily going to happen, but if you don't change your mind, the second thing you're afraid of is happening."

Bai Qianmian's already bloodless face became paler because of Feng Jin's words.

"After he leaves, maybe you will never see each other again in this lifetime," Feng Jin said seriously, "Are you going to cause the second thing you are afraid of because you are afraid of one thing that hasn't happened yet?"

"That's too late."

"What?" Feng Jin couldn't hear clearly this time because the voice was too soft.

Bai Qianmian looked at his bloodshot eyes, he seemed to be saying to himself, shaking his head while talking, "It's too late."

"What's coming..." Feng Jin stood up and walked over, his eyes widened when he realized half of what he said, "You mean?"

"He's already..." Bai Qianmian shook her hands and said in a hoarse voice, "He's already gone."

Feng Jin suddenly became nervous. He licked his lips and couldn't restrain the tone of his voice, "You mean, you want to find him?"

"I can't find it..." Bai Qianmian opened her mouth, and tears fell uncontrollably at the same time.

Although Feng Jin persuaded him all night, he didn't want to really change anything, just because he felt that Bai Qianmian was suffering. As a relative, he hoped that he could help him see his heart clearly.

"I..." Bai Qianmian shed tears first, and slowly, a broken voice came out from the bottom of his throat. He seemed to be crying for no reason, unable to speak, and only uttered a single monotonous sound intermittently. "I......"

"Don't!" Feng Jin bent down, holding Bai Qianmian's shoulders with both hands, "You must speak clearly now, don't hold back anymore, tell me clearly, have you changed your mind? Do you want to go to him? "

"I......"

"Bai Qianmian!" Feng Jin didn't understand why he got excited, he said nervously, "Do you want to find him?"

"I..." Bai Qianmian was still crying, crying silently, he just shed tears but couldn't answer Feng Jin.

Feng Jin was very anxious, so he grabbed his shoulders and lifted him off the bed.

"If you want to find him, I'll take you there right away, and you can answer whether I want to or not?"

Bai Qianmian shook her head first, she didn't care to wipe away the tears all over her face, she nodded quickly again.

First click, and before Feng Jin could react, he clicked several times in succession.

Feng Jin took a deep breath, stared at Bai Qianmian's eyes for a while, as if making some kind of confirmation, he immediately raised his wrist and glanced at the time on the watch.

Nine forty-five...

Bai Qianmian was held by his hand, like a young child who lost his parents, desperate and helpless.

"It's too late!" Feng Jin gritted his teeth, and after noticing his expression, he hurriedly comforted him, "It's too late."

"It's ten o'clock soon." Bai Qianmian also saw the time on Feng Jin's hand, exuding an abnormal breath, he muttered to himself: "The young master has already left..."

Seeing that he was about to slump down on the spot, Feng Jin grabbed the handle and ran out of the tent, "Stop fucking nonsense, go now, I will have time if I say so!"

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"clang!"

The clock rang again on time, and everyone in the hall looked at the man lying on the sofa.

Pan Xun moved, fingers first, slowly straightened his body, and sat up from the sofa.

The person sat up, but his eyes were still tightly closed. Pan Xun had a severe headache, and he covered his forehead with one hand and his face was ugly.

"Patriarch," Violet bent forward and said softly, "It's ten o'clock."

If you don't go, you will be in a hurry on the road.

"En." Slowly opening his eyes, Pan Xun glanced at the clock first, and in his gradually clear vision, the faces of the subordinates standing far and near were all worried.

He was silent for a while, and stood up with one hand on the sofa.

Violet hurried to the front, and the bodyguards standing in the corner also went out to drive first.

Pan Xun looked around to gather his composure, raised his hand to straighten his neckline, calmed down all his emotions, and finally turned and went out.

The caravan lined up neatly at the gate, and the rear door of the car in the middle was opened. Pan Xun walked over step by step, and suddenly stopped before getting into the car.

Violet's hand was already on top of the rear door, and she waited quietly upon seeing this.

Pan Xun didn't move, but turned his head halfway back. He looked at the hotel where he lived after coming to Moka City, and hesitantly looked at the end of the street again.

It was empty, and there were no passers-by in this meeting.

"..." He let out a long breath, and the nostalgia in Pan Xun's eyes was overwhelmed by helplessness, he finally closed his eyes, and then opened them again, his pupils were dark and emotionless.

Bending down and getting into the car, Violet closed the door with her own hands.

Following the example of the Patriarch, Violet also looked up at the building of the hotel. She had no intention of nostalgia. He waved his hand and ordered decisively: "Let's go!"