Wen Mochen turned around and looked.

"sorry……"

"What did you do in the Third Brother's ward just now?" He approached with a calm face, "When did you come back? Who told you that Third Brother is in the hospital?!"

Zhao Wanyan had never seen Wen Mochen, who had such an expression, was not as gentle as usual and so strange.

She was stunned and a thought became clearer.

Her heart hurts so much as if it was held by a hand. Finally, she turned her face away and whispered: "I'm sorry..."

Somehow, Wen Mochen laughed furiously after hearing her words: "What's the use of sorry?! You are sorry for third brother, I'm sorry for Weiran, but there are few things to do?!"

Zhao Wanyan's eyes turned red in an instant.

"you……"

"Mr. Wen!" Cheng Chuan, who was standing beside him, stopped him in disagreement.

"Look at her!" The anger was still hovering. Wen Mochen looked at the person in front of him deeply, snorted coldly, then turned around and strode away.

Cheng Chuan sighed, and he looked at Zhao Wanyan, who was at a loss, with an indescribable mood, and his expression was also: "Miss Zhao, why not go to my office first."

Zhao Wanyan raised her head.

Miss Zhao...

Sure enough... everything has changed.

Underground parking lot.

As soon as Wen Mochen walked out of the elevator, he saw Li Youlin standing not far away. He quickly strode over.

"San brother, I'm looking for a car now..."

"No."

Wen Mochen was stunned. He thought he had heard it wrong.

"Third brother?"

Li Youlin pulled his lower lip with a self-deprecating voice, let go of his hands, clenched into fists, and repeated in a deep voice: "Don't chase after you."

Wen Mochen opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and a thought arose, he blurted out: "Third Brother?! Are you going to give up? Didn't you say that your relationship is slowly recovering last night? Finally..."

"Nothing interesting."

The words were interrupted again.

Wen Mochen felt the powerlessness, bitterness, and even disappointment in his words clearly.

"Third brother..."

"Haha," Li Youlin raised his head and pulled his lip again, "What can I do if I catch up with it? Should she believe it or not. She has never really believed me. Didn't I know about this long ago?"

The dullness and helplessness in the chest were intertwined, rushing unscrupulously, as if mocking him, or as if mocking the fragile trust between him and her.

"No matter what I say or do, as long as someone says something else in front of her, she will not have any so-called trust in me. She would rather choose to trust others than believe me. What can I do if you say, what can I do?"

"she……"

"It's always like this. Whenever she recognizes something, her first reaction is never to believe me, give me a chance to listen to what I say, but... leave me. When I first got married, it was, now I'm divorced, and it's also. Mo Chen, what do you think I'm going to do with her? How should I give her a sense of security? I'm almost insecure..."

The last sentence is very low, so low that it is almost inaudible, but the powerlessness in it is so strong.

For a moment, Wen Mochen didn't know how to persuade him.

"Third brother..."

The last time she smiled bitterly, Li Youlin interrupted him: "I'm fine, let her calm down, I... calm down too. By the way, check who she met this morning, what she said, and... "

When the words came to his mouth, he looked unknown and finally swallowed them back.

"This is how it comes first."

Turning around, his eyes met Zhao Wanyan unexpectedly.

Wen Mochen also saw Zhao Wanyan standing at the elevator entrance, and his previous dissatisfaction suddenly reappeared.

"I'm sorry..." Zhao Wanyan hung her head, "I shouldn't have come back, so why not... let me explain to her, I..."

"No." Li Youlin refused coldly, and bypassed her without squinting her.

"Youlin!"

The hand was suddenly caught.

"I……"

...

The street scene in the rearview mirror kept retreating rapidly. Ji Weiran held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and there were two lines of tears on his cold and expressionless face.

She lost more and more, and she couldn't control it.

And her brain seemed to be uncontrolled, constantly replaying scenes of today-

The scene where Zhou Qiao said, Zhao Wanyan bent down and wanted to kiss him, he...

She couldn't help but think that she was indeed very stupid.

As expected, she...is not suitable to start over.

"Sher!"

With a sudden brake, Ji Weiran parked the car on the side of the road.

Tears surged, and finally she couldn't help it. She lay on the steering wheel and cried.

The cell phone in the pocket of the clothes suddenly vibrated, one after another.

She never answered.

It was more than an hour after she returned to Tingxi Apartment in a daze.

"Mrs?!"

Some familiar surprise sounds sounded.

Ji Weiran was in a daze and looked up.

"Madam, where are you? Why don't you answer the phone?" Aunt Wang looked at her and saw that her expression was a little strange. The heart that she had just let go immediately became hung again, "Madam, what's wrong with you? Why do you think... your face is not good?"

The person in front of him still did not respond.

Aunt Wang became even more anxious. She thought of the phone call her husband had just called her, and she suddenly understood something.

After thinking about it, she quickly pointed to the things she was holding and said, "Madam, this is a decocted Chinese medicine, and the few breakfasts you like to eat, all of which were ordered by the teacher last night. Also, I will live here in the next few days. Mr. tells me to take good care of you, and the Chinese medicine you like every day..."

"Thank you, but no, I have nothing to do with him." Ji Weiran finally came back to her senses completely. She looked at Aunt Wang's eyes swept over the things in her hand, and felt that her chest was more painful and stuffy. Even if she had to use a lot of effort to speak, "Aunt Wang, please come and go back."

She said as she wanted to open the door and walk in.

"Mrs?!"

He knew that he had nothing to do with Aunt Wang, and he knew that he wanted to control his emotions, but the word "Madam" re-tweeted the sourness that she had barely suppressed.

"I said I have nothing to do with him!" The voice suddenly rose and even became sharp. Ji Weiran blurted out, his whole body tense, and his whole body was like a injured hedgehog, who also stabbed others while protecting himself.

The air pressure around it suddenly decreases.

Tears seemed to fall back, and the sourness invaded her, and she quickly woke up again.

"I'm sorry," she turned her face away, put away the words on her body, her voice trembled slightly, "It's my own problem, I'm sorry, Aunt Wang please go back."

She could no longer stay, so she hurriedly turned around and entered her password to enter the house.

"well……"

A sigh rang behind him.

"Mrs."

Ji Weiran's body suddenly froze.

"I said I'm not..."

"Madam," Aunt Wang looked at her back with distress and said to herself, "I don't know what happened to you and your husband, but Madam, no matter what happens, don't joke about your health. Listen to Aunt Wang, I took breakfast and drank Chinese medicine. I won't bother you, I will go back first, and I will deliver you the Chinese medicine I'll drink later. I'll leave now."

She said as she put down what she had in her hand and was about to turn around.

"Madam, no matter what happens, don't make things difficult for yourself, don't be impulsive, and don't bother yourself to make fun of yourself. You and Mr...."

She hesitated for a long time and finally didn't say the rest.

Aunt Wang is gone.

In the empty corridor, only Ji Weiran, who was still not open to the door.

Her forehead pressed against the door, and it seemed that she was not moving, but if she looked closely, she could see her shoulders trembling slightly, thrusting and thrusting.

Finally, her body slowly slid down and fell to the ground.

Ji Weiran locked herself at home.
To be continued...