Lucky to Have You Till the End

In the deep eyes of Mo Chiwei, Xiao Yi saw a flash of pain and sorrow. He patted Mo Chiwei's shoulder and put away his usual dangling, "Sorry."

As a man, he could feel that Mo Chi Wei was a man with blood, tears and stories.

Maybe, a bit more tragic than him.

Wei Mo Chi leaned against the head of the bed, and said hoarsely, "Nothing to be sorry, I really don't have any relatives anymore."

Xiao Yi touched his nose, he looked outside the ward, "Where is your precious wife? You are sick, why didn't she come to see you?"

Mo Chiwei's thin, bloodless lips were pressed into a straight line. He looked at Xiao Yi faintly, and gave birth to a faint stubble jaw, "She won't come."

Xiao Yi raised his brows slightly, "Have you quarreled with her?"

Mo Chiwei closed his eyes, "I don't want to say."

Xiao Yi shrugged, "Okay, but do you want me to be a lobbyist? A woman, just coax it." Somehow, he saw the usually indifferent and indifferent Mo Chi Wei's morbid appearance. Some sympathy and distress, perhaps, I think of myself when I lost my lover!

"No need."

After Xiao Yi left, Mo Chiwei lay on the bed again to sleep for a while.

In a daze, he heard Aunt Wang say to Xiao Yi, "The husband may be at odds with his wife. I called my wife in the morning and she didn't reply when sending messages. This time, it seems to be quite serious."

Wei Mo Chi opened his bloodstained eyes and looked out the window with his eyes blankly.

Qing Junying's face has always been lonely except for Ji Liao.

...

Tang Xinyan returned to the apartment from Jinxiuyuan.

As soon as I opened the door with the key, I heard my mother's laughter in the living room, "You have a heart, and you don't need to bring anything here next time. Our two are family friends, so don't be so polite."

"Auntie, don't be polite to me. I used to be too **** and did too many sorry things. I really want to compensate her."

Hearing Fu Sichen's voice, Tang Xinyan's eyebrows frowned.

"My family doesn't welcome you." She breathed a sigh of relief in her chest, and she was already depressed. Seeing Fu Sichen, she felt worse.

She didn't need his compensation at all, he just had to stay away from her.

Liu Yue stood up from the sofa and saw Tang Xinyan's expression not very nice. She frowned and reprimanded softly, "Yan Yan, why are you so rude?"

"Mom, some people don't need to be polite." She looked at Fu Sichen with a cold expression, "Even if I and Mo Chiwei are no longer together, it is impossible for me and you."

Fu Sichen looked at Tang Xinyan, who was not waiting to see him at all, his heart twisted into a ball, "Xinyan, I don't want to reconcile with you, as a friend, I just come to see your mother."

He came to see his mother, she naturally had no right to stop.

Pursing her lips, she didn't say anything, went straight back to the room and locked the door behind her.

Liu Yue looked at Fu Sichen with an awkward look. She did not miss the loss that flashed in Fu Sichen's brown eyes, and sighed, "Sichen, since you are already with Yurou, you will treat her well in the future. You and Xinyan have no part in the end."

Fu Sichen's throat seemed to be pinched by an invisible black hand. After a long time, he muttered, "Auntie, I know that I missed my heart. It is because I hurt her before, so I don't want her anymore. Being hurt, Wei Mo Chi is not a good person. I hope that Auntie will urge Xinyan to divorce him quickly so as not to hurt her again!"