Xia Siyi was stunned and whispered, "... Sorry, I don't know..."

Mo Chi Yan said lightly, "what does it matter? When they left, I didn't know anything. I didn't feel anything. "

It doesn't matter what he said, but after all, he didn't have parents since he was a child. Shouldn't that be a bad feeling? Compared with him, Xia Siyi feels lucky. At least, her parents have been with her for 15 years.

"Do you always live with your grandfather?" She asked.

Mo ChiYan shook his head, still said very flatly, "grandfather offended a lot of people in business. He was afraid that I would be implicated. He sent me to the United States when he was ten years old and only came back a month ago."

"Isn't that lonely?" Xia Siyi asked.

"I'm used to it." He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes holding a lonely silhouette on his eyelids.

That with a trace of vulnerability of him, make Xia Siyi heart a trace not to give up, she whispered, "it doesn't matter, after I accompany you, you won't be so lonely."

Mo ChiYan raised her eyes, reached out to hold her hand, with a trace of expectation in her eyes, "are you willing to accompany me?"

He held the moment, Xia Siyi's hand trembled, want to draw back the hand, but instead he held, she did not deliberately break free, just said with a smile, "just played so long, the stomach is empty, go, go to eat supper, I invite you."

Mo ChiYan did not let go of her hand, hesitated for a moment or asked, "do you mind that thing in your heart?"

Xia Siyi understood his words, but pretended not to understand, still asked with a smile, "what to eat? As long as I can afford it, I will

"Siyi..."

Mo ChiYan also wanted to say that Xia Siyi suddenly took away the smile on her face and said to him seriously, "any wound, no matter how big or small, needs time to be cured, whether it's intentional or unintentional..." Also, some wounds can never be mentioned. "

Mo Chi Yan opened his mouth, but he didn't say it. He slowly released his hand.

"What to eat?" Xia Siyi asked him with a smile on his face.

Mo Chi Yan can see that the smile is a bit reluctant.

"You choose." He said.

Xia Siyi thought about it and said, "I know there's a wonderful restaurant here. I'll take you to..."

After supper, they came back. It was nearly eleven o'clock.

As soon as he entered the room, a man in a black suit came forward and whispered a few words in Mo ChiYan's ear. Although Mo ChiYan's face didn't change, his face was a little tense.

Back down the man, he turned to look at Xia Siyi, she is very clear to open a mouth, "tired, I go back to the room to sleep. Good night

Then, he went to the room Mo ChiYan arranged for her temporarily.

Mo ChiYan saw her enter the room and went to the study.

Push the door in, sitting in front of the desk a person, a 50-60-year-old man, face is full of traces of the vicissitudes of time, but the hair is still dark and shiny.

He was reading a book with a cigar in his mouth, but he didn't light it.

"Why are you here so late, grandfather?" Mo ChiYan walked over and sat down on the sofa beside him, with a kind of lazy and careless question.

Huo Yuntian put down the book and looked up at Mo ChiYan, "I came early, but you came back late."

"What's the matter?" Asked Mo Chi Yan.

"You know what it is." Huo Yuntian stood up, came over and sat down beside Mo ChiYan. He was kind but reproached, "chi'er, you are so ignorant. I told you several times not to offend Hua Quyang. Why don't you just listen to me..."

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