"Damn it!!!"

He cursed so much that he was so angry that he sat down on the sofa in annoyance.

I couldn't tell whether it was angering her or annoying herself. In short, I was so irritable.

Sitting on the sofa for a long time, so long that he thought that half a century had passed, and there was no movement in the door that was closed by Han Zhiqing.

Finally, he couldn't sit still without competing, and his eyes looked at the door from time to time, but there was still no sign of the door being pushed open.

"Where has the dead girl gone? She won't come back yet?"

He sat on the sofa and started to murmur worry, but he didn't go to find her in anger, but he felt inexplicably panic.

"Do you really want to piss me off? No one knows here. It's so dark, and you still dare to run around."

Finally he couldn't sit still, dragged his injured arm, stood up from the sofa, got up and walked out of the gate.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the figure that made him worried about was sitting quietly on the stone steps in the yard, staring at the hyacinth all over the garden.

The petite back carries too much loneliness and desolation, which makes people feel anxious while being anxious.

He stood at the door, instead of stepping forward, he quietly looked at her distracted appearance, with his thin lips slightly pursed.

Until the annoying raindrop fell from the sky again and hit Han Zhiqing's unmoved body without any hesitation.

Mo Junhao came to his senses and frowned unhappily as he watched the raindrops as the size of beans fall on Han Zhiqing's body.

He walked forward with a calm face and stood behind her. He was angry and accompanied by a stiff tone. He spoke behind her, "It's raining but you won't come in?"

Hearing his voice, Han Zhiqing's body froze slightly for a moment before slowly turning her head, her blank black eyes were thrown at her, her eyes full of complexity.

Then, she saw her silent for a moment before she stood up from the stone steps. She couldn't tell what was her emotions on her face, and she seemed to be inappropriate? Or she felt a little sorry for Mo Junhao. She pursed her lips, lowered her head, walked around him, and entered the room silently.

From beginning to end, neither of them said a word. In this way, they sat on the sofa, staring at the TV in a daze.

Mo Junhao's eyes always glanced at Han Zhiqing intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing that she was also staring at the TV silently, she sometimes frowned and sometimes pursed her lips slightly.

The slightly moving eyelashes reveal a faint thought, but they don’t want outsiders to tell you about such thoughts.

Thinking of this, he naturally thought of the annoying words Han Zhiqing said to him. He lowered his face, angrily ignored her thoughts, and turned his eyes to the TV again.

At this moment, Han Zhiqing, who had been silent all the time, suddenly stood up from the sofa and quickly walked into the kitchen.

His eyes turned to her involuntarily again, and saw that she was holding a kettle and plugging it in, as if she was boiling water.

Do silly women also know that they need to boil water when they are thirsty?

At this time, his thin lips quietly smiled, stared at her for a while, and quietly retracted his gaze.

After a while, Han Zhiqing walked towards the sofa with a glass of boiling water.

Then, unexpectedly stood in front of him, handed the boiling water in his hand to him, and spoke in a low voice, with a little unnaturally:

"The doctor said, you should drink more hot water if you have a fever."

Mo Junhao's face was stunned for a while because of Han Zhiqing's unexpected behavior, but forgot to take the hot water handed over from Han Zhiqing's hand.

The eyes were obviously occupied by the incredible throbbing, but they could only look at her speechlessly.

Seeing that he was watching him quietly without reaction, Han Zhiqing frowned quietly, then put the cup on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa.

Once again, I began to stare at the high-definition TV with the European Cup.

Mo Junhao's thin lips moved slightly at this time, then reached out and picked up the hot water placed on the coffee table, but he said in a stiff tone: "Thank you."

Hearing his thanks, Han Zhiqing's body froze, and her eyelashes trembled a few times, but she didn't speak.

The European Cup is becoming more and more intense on TV, but in the living room, there is a depressingly silent atmosphere. Even in the intense football match, it cannot cause too much trouble in the eyes of the two of them.

After a moment, Han Zhiqing stood up from the sofa and walked towards the room.

Outside the window, there was a drizzling rain, and inside the window was a fierce European Cup match, but the two people with concern were silent at this time.

Mo Junhao looked at her silent back and opened his mouth to call her, but in the end, he forced himself to hold it back.

Han Zhiqing pushed open another room. She thought that tonight, Mo Junhao was so angry that she would not go to the master bedroom to sleep with him in a bed tonight.

This is a bedroom opposite the master bedroom, and the decorations inside are no different from those of the master bedroom.

Except for the fact that Mo Junhao ordered not to use it today, the hourly workers should come to clean it every day at other times, so the room is clean enough.

And all the bedding items have been laid out.

She walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, quietly looking at the furnishings in the room that made her feel inexplicably familiar. Then, her eyes attracted one of the ceramic crafts.

She lifted her feet and walked forward. She reached out and picked up the handicraft, and a hint of surprise slipped through her eyes: "This is..."

This craft looks simple, but you can see at a glance that it is made by hand, and the craftsmanship of the maker is not exquisite.

There is a specimen of leaf pressing on it, which is close to the center of the pottery, making it particularly eye-catching.

There were also two people's names engraved next to it, "Mo Yixiao, Lan Yunchu."

The name of this surname Mo must be the name of Mo Junhao's grandfather, and Lan Yunchu...

"grandmother?"

She couldn't help but feel a little surprised, Lan Yunchu...

Of course she would not forget the name that made her engraved in her heart, the name of her only relative.

The only name of the relative who loves her and pampers her.

Looking at the pottery in front of you, I recalled the story of his grandfather and his confidante who Mo Junhao told her--

Blue hyacinths, handmade pottery engraved with their names, and the thing that grandma often remembers in her hand in a small house in England...

The surprise in Han Zhiqing's eyes became even stronger. She suddenly remembered that the pottery was exactly the same as the one in front of her?

Could it be that the lover that grandma has been silent about is...Mo Junhao's grandfather?

Han Zhiqing stared at the pottery in front of her for a long time without responding, until the sudden thunder outside the window made her tremble, and the pottery in her hand fell from her hand, making a heart-wrenching sound.

"Bang--"

The sound of the shattering thing suddenly broke into Mo Junhao's ears at this time, making him, who had no intention of having any thoughts on TV, suddenly raised his heart to his throat at this time.

He had long left the angry thing behind his head, and he ran quickly in the direction where the sound came.

Seeing Han Zhiqing squatting in the bedroom opposite, nervously picking up fragments on the ground.
Chapter completed!