In the room, it was quiet.

Wen Ran answered Wen Jin's call, and then he didn't speak anymore, just in a daze.

Mo Xiuchen hung up the phone, stared at her with gentle eyes, and wanted to say something, but he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, it would have the opposite effect, and the atmosphere just now was already a little stiff.

Wen Ran used silence to express his determination.

And he, with silence, told her about his persistence.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

In the room, there was only the sound of the newspaper turning, the person reading the newspaper was not Wen Ran, it was Mo Xiuchen, he flipped through the newspapers in his hand one by one, the scandal on the first day, the clarification on the second day, the explanation on the third day, the fourth day, and the fifth day......

In the end, the incriminating evidence of Xiao Wenqing and Wu Tianyi was involved.

So much, so hard to arrange, in the end, it was useless, he really couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

He raised his eyes from the newspaper and looked at Wen Ran, who was sitting there in a daze, her beautiful and delicate face was flushed with a layer of pale color, her eyebrows and eyes were lowered, her red lips were lightly pursed, she didn't know what she was thinking, her slender body was motionless, making him hallucinate, she seemed to be just a lifeless rag doll.

With another suffocation in his heart, he blurted out her name: "Ranran! ”

Wen Ran, who was stunned, trembled slightly, and after a second, she raised her cold little face to look at him, in the dark eyes, there was no focus for a moment, her eyes stopped on his face, and slowly, focused into a point.

Mo Xiuchen put down the newspaper, got up, squatted down in front of her, and reached out to shake her hand, she wanted to avoid it, but he still held her hand.

Squatting, he was at eye level with her sitting on the sofa, her palms were so cold that he felt distressed, and he couldn't help but tighten the strength of his hand, "Ranran, let's go home first." ”

Wen Ran couldn't pull out the hand he was holding, and he didn't bother to struggle, just avoided his gaze, looked down at the floor, and said lightly: "I'll wait for my brother to come and go home with him." ”

"Yes!"

Mo Xiuchen's eyes ached, and his voice had a slight change in tone.

She didn't even want to go home with him?

"Xiuchen, whether you agree to divorce or not, I won't go back with you, if you don't want my love for you to run out little by little, and don't want us to end up being strangers, don't be obsessed, okay?"

Mo Xiuchen's heart hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, and her words were like sharp knives, one knife, all cut on his heart.

He held her hand so tightly, so tightly, she was clearly in front of him, he could see it, he could touch it, and between his breaths, it was all her breath, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that she was so far away from him.

Far away, he couldn't hold on.

The pain in his eyes became thicker and deeper, so deep that he couldn't bear it, if she didn't love him from the beginning, he could accept that he loved her, but she clearly loved him as much as he loved her.

But because he didn't agree to her request, she wanted to withdraw her love for him and treat him as a stranger, let alone for a lifetime, even at this moment, he couldn't stand her alienation and indifference.

"Yet, is there no other way?"

His eyes suddenly moistened again, and they all said that the man didn't flick his tears because he didn't reach the sad place.

He has experienced so many hardships since he was a child, wandering around the ghost gate several times, and has never shed tears, but now, he can't control his tears.

As long as the thought of her leaving him, this pain is more painful than digging out the heart and bones.

His tone was tired and weak, not to mention the usual pride, not even stubbornness, some, just low to the humility in the dust.

Wen Ran looked up, looked at the ceiling, and pursed his lips tightly.

Mo Xiuchen looked at her, suddenly smiled, laughing sadly and sadly, he held her hand, let go little by little, the wetness in his eyes gathered little by little as he loosened his strength.

When his palms were empty, tears rolled out of his eyes.

Wen Ran looked at the ceiling, not daring to look at him.

Mo Xiuchen stood up, his tall body stood in front of her, staring at her condescendingly, as if he wanted to keep her in his heart.

Wen Ran's palms were cold, and his heart was also cold.

Even with his face up, tears slipped down the moment he let go, stretching his cheeks, all the way down, and finally, the bitter taste dripped into the corners of his mouth, spread between his lips and teeth, and went straight to his heart......

There was silence again.

After a while, Mo Xiuchen lightly opened his thin lips, his voice was soft and warm, and he was full of love and distress: "Ranran, I don't force you, you don't want to go home with me, you will go home with Wen Jin or Ah Kai in a while." If, three days later, you still insist on divorce, I, promise you! ”

In the end, he paused, and his tone was much slower than before, as if those words had used all his strength to say them.

Wen Ran's heart was suddenly suffocated, and even the last trace of color faded from the originally pale little face, which was really as white as paper!

Just now, when he didn't agree, she was distressed, and at this moment, he agreed, her heart, how could it hurt even more!

It seemed that she was going to die of pain all the time, her ten fingers were bent, and her nails were deeply sunk into the flesh, trying to use the pain in her body to relieve the pain in her heart, but the nails pierced the palm, and the pain in her heart did not decrease by half.

After Mo Xiuchen finished speaking, he turned around and strode towards the door, opened the door, and went out.

The door closes, and the footsteps leave......

Wen Ran's body sitting on the sofa suddenly slipped down, his body slid on the cold floor, his face buried in his palm, he couldn't control it anymore, and he cried bitterly.

In the corridor, Mo Xiuchen's footsteps slammed, his tall body stiffened, and he slowly turned his head, looking at the door with fixed eyes.

This kind of simple hotel, the door of the room, not much soundproofing, Wen Ran's suppressed cry came out of the crack in the door, the sound entered his ears, his heart, suddenly seemed to be pulled by someone with countless strings, tighter and tighter, more and more painful, even breathing, became extremely difficult.

However, he did not return, his tall body froze in the corridor, his deep eyes fixed on the door, and a heat swept through his heart, overflowing his nose, and in an instant, it poured into his eye sockets, blurring his vision for a moment.

Inside the door, Wen Ran cried heartbroken, it seemed that all the grievances had turned into tears and crying, even she didn't know why she was so wronged, yes, it was grievances, and she felt aggrieved because of Mo Xiuchen's departure.

It was clear that she was going to drive him away, but she was so aggrieved that she wanted to die because of his departure.

Outside the door, Mo Xiuchen's body was like a fossil, his hands were placed at his side, his knuckles were glowing with a layer of blue and white, listening to the suppressed crying sound coming from inside the door, his heart seemed to be suddenly emptied after the sharp pain.

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