A week later.

The sky was very dark, at about eight o'clock in the night, after coaxing Ye Xiaotian to sleep, Lu Chuan drove Concubine Ye back to the apartment.

Opening the door, the huge room was still empty, making people feel inexplicably flustered, Concubine Ye threw the key on the coffee table, looking at the obviously luxurious and expensive furniture, but she only felt cold from the bottom of her heart, and the cold made her feel that this was not home, but a hotel where she lived temporarily.

She had fantasized countless times about the days after she and Su Mohan got married, and how sweet and happy their family was, but she never thought that her love with him would be indifferent like this.

Concubine Ye cheered up and took a hot bath, since the last time Su Mohan saw her take the medicine, she hadn't seen him for nearly a week, and even the news about him in the newspapers and magazines was a lot less.

But there are also advantages to not being there, at least this is happy and quiet.

When Concubine Ye came out of the shower, she was slightly stunned when she saw the hazy smoke emitted around the sofa.

Su Mohan was sitting in front of the sofa in his shirt, in a hazy smoke, there was a glass of foreign wine on the coffee table near him, and the TV was on, not knowing what was playing.

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Su Mohan looked up in the direction of Concubine Ye, and his sharp gaze easily penetrated the smoke and fell on Concubine Ye.

Sensing his gaze, Concubine Ye glanced at him silently, then withdrew her gaze, and turned around expressionlessly and returned to the second bedroom where she had been living during this time.

Su Mohan rubbed his temples a little tiredly and sat on the sofa until late at night.

For a week, the woman did not look for him once, but even if she was full of disgust with him, even if she took revenge on him by refusing to bear him a child, he could not help but come back and want to see her.

A cigarette was smoked, Su Mohan got up and went to the bedroom to take a look, the empty bedroom she hadn't lived in since that night, but the door of the second bedroom was always closed.

Su Mohan stared at the closed door for a while, did not step forward, and after losing his mind for a few minutes, he turned around and left again.

Back in the office of the dynasty and asked the secretary to bring him a cup of coffee, Su Mohan sat at the desk and processed the documents, until two or three o'clock in the morning, before squinting on the sofa and sleeping for a while.

Early the next morning, when Chu Zheng pushed the door and came in, he couldn't help frowning when he looked at Su Mohan, who was sleeping lightly on the sofa covered with a suit.

These **** have never gone home, even if there are many places to go, but the **** is staying in the office, and even the upstairs bedroom refuses to go, as if they are afraid that they can sleep well.

Because he slept very unsteadily, Su Mohan had already woken up when Chu Zheng pushed the door in.

He frowned slightly, and never opened his eyes.

Chu Zheng put the breakfast on the coffee table next to the sofa and said, "Eat something, if you continue like this, even if you are beaten by iron, your body will collapse."

Su Mohan didn't raise his head, and said a little hoarsely: "You don't think about her anymore?" ”

Chu Zheng didn't expect him to suddenly ask him such a question, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Everyone loves in a different way, whether they love or not, it shouldn't happen overnight, I just want to just keep her quietly, maybe one day I woke up and found that I didn't love anymore, maybe until the day before I died, I found that I still loved." ”