President, my wife has returned to her mother's house

Chapter 85 Baby go to bed early

She drove Xi Mo's car and didn't dare to go back to her father's place, so she went to Liyuan.

When Mr. Xi was about to go out, his eyes lit up when he saw the familiar car. He thought Xi Mo had sent Wen Hua back, but he didn't expect that Wen Hua was the only one in the car.

"Xi Mo didn't send it to you?"

"He was injured and it was inconvenient. My car had some trouble, so I borrowed his car to drive back."

"Injuried?!"

Speaking of this, Wen Hua felt a little guilty, "When a car exploded on the road, he was scratched by debris while trying to save others. I hospitalized him, but he said it was all trauma and went home."

Seeing her expression becoming less and less confident as she spoke, Mr. Xi guessed something, "It's okay. He's strong and strong. If he says it's okay, it means it's okay. Thanks to you taking care of him, did it scare you today?"

"...He's bleeding quite a bit. Please go back and tell him to pay attention. I'm afraid that he may not be doing things lightly or seriously, and the wound may be damaged twice."

"Okay, I'll go back and tell him that Xiao Wen is very worried about him and let him recover from his injuries. He will be very happy knowing that you care so much about him."

"..."

Why is my grandson injured, he looks calm as an old man, he really is a person who has experienced big storms.

Xi's hall.

After someone agreed to the friend application, she has been looking at Wen Hua's circle of friends. She rarely posts during this period, basically only once every two or three months, and they are purely text-based mood and daily records.

[Lao Wen said that my cooking skills have improved, haha, the weather has been nice these two days, and I plan to make him a small cake on Sunday.Hee hee, I will never admit that I want to experiment on him /shh/]

[I saw a golden retriever raised by a student at school today. I really wanted to go up to it, but I am a teacher, so I have to keep my airs.Alas, how do I convince Lao Wen to allow me to keep a dog, melancholy——]

[The little baby was so soft and cute when she called me auntie, how can I get married and have a soft and fufu baby? 】

[Grandpa told me the love story between him and grandma again. Their love at that time was so simple. Every time he said that grandma chased him first, his expression was so arrogant.If only grandma was still here. 】

[Oops, one of the koi in grandpa’s pond seems to have been strangled to death by me. It’s a sin. 】

Looking at these words, vivid and interesting images of her in different situations appeared in his mind, and Xi Mo's deep eyes were filled with a smile.

Scroll down and finally see one with a picture.

The man in the photo has a wide suit, thick eyebrows and deep cold eyebrows, and a clear and smooth jawline. Mo Tong is looking ahead and is concentrating on driving. She secretly took the photo from the passenger seat.

Caption: [Old Wen is so handsome. 】

They were all family members, but there were no selfies taken.

He was like a voyeur, watching her one by one, as if in this way, a moment in her life that he could not participate in could belong to him.

When he turned to a certain page, his eyes froze.

There were no pictures in that circle of friends, not even a few extra words, just one word: [Tsk. 】

The date was Mid-Autumn Festival last year.

He stared at this word for a long time and forgot to blink for a while.

Such a word can set off an undercurrent, which is better than a thousand words.

This day left a deep impression on him.

That day, Xi Wei left.

What happened to her?

I remember asking Xie Juan later, and he said everything was as usual when he met Wen Hua at the gate of Qing Dynasty. She accepted the gift and promised to contact him in the future.

But he waited for a month and she didn't call him.

During that time, everyone in the Xi family was busy. He tried every means to get her number and call her, but what he got was her distant attitude.

It would be a lie not to be discouraged.

Before he left the imperial capital, the atmosphere between the two was good. Even if he almost broke the window paper, he could feel that she had some feelings for him.

It was his fault that he had to leave without saying goodbye, but he didn't expect that she would be so distant and even block him.

He was angry for a while.

Later, when I thought about it carefully, I realized that she was not someone who cared about trivial matters. There must be some reason for this.

Staring at this word now, he narrowed his eyes, and his intuition became more certain about this guess.

Exiting the page, he sent her a message: [Are you home? 】

There was no reply for a while, so he put down the phone and pinched the bridge of his nose.

When he opened his eyes again, he noticed the magazine on the top of the coffee table. The color was incompatible with other financial magazines. He took it and looked at it and frowned.

When did such a fashion magazine exist?

His super memory allowed him to recognize at a glance that the person on the cover was the protagonist of the TV series he just had dinner with.

No wonder she asked this.

Throwing the magazine aside, he sent a message to Xu Zi: [Is that fashion magazine on the coffee table yours? 】

The other side quickly replied: [If it was left at your house two days ago, don’t throw it away. I’ll pick it up in two days. 】

Xu Zi is the editor-in-chief of the largest fashion magazine in China. She loves to follow the fashion circles of celebrities and Internet celebrities. She is the only one who has these things.

He typed with a sullen face: [Don't bring any messy things here in the future, it will be difficult for the servants to clean up. 】

Xu Zi: [? ? 】

Three seconds later, he received a voice call. As a fashion editor, Xu Zi was very unconvinced and prepared a long speech to explain to him what fashion was and what aesthetics was.

That's the result of her work, it's a mess.

The man on the sofa crossed his legs, picked up the tea and tasted it slowly, letting the noise on the coffee table spread.

Until the phone buzzed twice, a new message came in. He put down the porcelain cup and picked up the phone, "After that, go drink a glass of water and go to bed early."

Xu Zi was killed before he could finish his words.

Wen Hua: [I've been here for a while. Thank you for taking the car. 】

【Just get home.What are you going to do on Saturday? 】

[Something happened on Saturday, what happened? 】

[Today’s plan was disrupted because of me. I’ll treat you to a movie on Sunday. 】

Wen Hua: [Baby, go to bed early. 】

Xi Mo: [? 】

A message was withdrawn there after two seconds.

[Sorry, sent to the wrong person. 】

Xi Mo looked at the screen with a bad expression.

Wen Hua's message was to her cousin's baby, and she was chatting with several people at the same time. There were too many messages, and she accidentally sent it to the wrong person.

[I have something to do this weekend, and you are not in good health, so I will rest for a while. I will ask you to see me when you are better. 】

After waiting for a while, a message came from over there: [Yes. 】

[You are injured, please rest early, bye. 】

Xi Mo looked at the words that sent him, most of his interest in chatting disappeared, he paused for two seconds, and decided to explain.

[Xu Zi is the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine. She usually likes to study things in their circle. She brought that magazine over two days ago. 】

Is this explaining to her?
Wen Hua felt a little strange.

【That's it, that's good. 】

The next day, Wenhua drove the Maybach to return him, but was rear-ended on the road. She took a deep breath.

When I got out of the car, I found that the owner of the rear-end car was a little girl, she looked less than 20 years old, and she was terrified when she crashed into a luxury car.

"Sister... I'm sorry... I was so panicked when I saw your car that I didn't press the clutch... You see how much it costs, and I'll pay it to you."

The impact was so severe that Wen Hua was shocked in the car, and the butt of the car was already dented.

(End of this chapter)