It's just that Concubine Ye went straight to the dining table after coming out of the bathroom, and she didn't look at him, let alone greet him.

Su Mohan's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, compared to this somewhat weird tranquility, he would rather her cry rather her make trouble, and he would rather her and him be angry like thunder, but she didn't do anything, she just ate on time, slept, and raised the baby, and the quietness made him feel terrible.

After Concubine Ye finished eating, she walked to the sofa, and didn't care whether Su Mohan was sitting on it, found a more comfortable position, and continued to weave the scarf, and did not express any opinion on whether Su Mohan had breakfast, let alone care.

"Why don't you call me to eat?" Su Mohan took the scarf in Concubine Ye's hand and spoke in a deep voice, forcing Concubine Ye to look directly at him.

Concubine Ye looked at the wool that had been taken away, raised her head and smiled at Su Mohan's eyes: "I thought you wanted to wait a while before eating." ”

Su Mohan stared at her condescendingly, but he didn't know how to speak for a while because of her seemingly natural answer.

"Can you give me back the scarf?" Concubine Ye spoke again.

Su Mohan returned the scarf in his hand to her a little weakly, watching the two needles constantly shuttling around the thread in her hand, a little distracted.

Maybe it's just that you're too sensitive, right?

After all, she's still knitting a scarf for herself, isn't she?

Or maybe she really just had a nightmare, so she was feeling a little down.

Su Mohan cheered up and looked at the length of the scarf in Concubine Ye's hand, more than half a month has passed, the scarf has grown a lot, and it is foreseeable that at her speed, it will be half a month smaller at most, and he should be able to wear it.

Su Mohan didn't go to eat either, he sat in the corner of the sofa, counting the days, the time before taking the prescription, but there were still two and a half months, as long as he survived these two and a half months, everything would be fine.

That night, after Concubine Ye fell asleep, Su Mohan got up again, looking at her quiet sleeping face, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

But soon, he made a decision, neatly changed his clothes and got up to leave.

Now that things have developed to this point, he can't be soft-hearted anymore, if his temporary reluctance finally results in two deaths, he will definitely regret his hesitation today.

Su Mohan took the car keys and drove straight to the villa where Ye Ya lived, which was the new house in the eyes of the outside world at this time.

After driving for more than forty minutes, the cool night breeze blew him more and more awake, and he walked through countless neon lights all the way, and finally slowly stopped outside the gate of the new house.

Su Mohan didn't get out of the car directly, but dialed a phone without remarks in the car, and as soon as the call was called, it was quickly connected, but no one spoke on the other side, and Su Mohan also didn't talk nonsense, just said lightly: "I'm here." ”

After saying a few words, the other side of the phone hung up, and never spoke.

Su Mohan put away his mobile phone, and from the rearview mirror of the car, he keenly noticed several paparazzi and reporters outside the gate and in the east building, and couldn't help sneering: "It's really persistent!" ”

After a rough estimate, a total of five or six groups of people have been staring at the direction of this side, and it seems that they have been waiting to capture themselves, although it is not difficult to block these people's mouths with his power, but it is better to block everything than to be sparse, since Jiang Huiru wants to see it, then he will do it to her.