Chapter 17: Chaos and Suspense (Part 1)
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It was lonely all around, and the wax lamp on the table went out at some point.
Song Weichen thought that with so many things happening, she would not be able to sleep, and even if she fell asleep, she would have nightmares. Unexpectedly, she slept so deeply that she didn't even notice that Mo Tingfeng came back at dawn.
He walked into the room quietly and saw that the bowl of soup on the table had been drank cleanly. His face finally softened a little. Then he looked at the little man on the bed, who was sleeping in a mess with the quilt kicked to one side. I couldn't help but laugh a little, how could any girl be so dishonest when sleeping.
He subconsciously wanted to cover her with a quilt, but stopped halfway with his hand - he shouldn't care about her so much, this kind of care is very dangerous.
Immediately turned around and walked away, went to the desk, lit the candle on the table, thought about it and dimmed it a little, then went back, then picked up a file, put a pestle in one hand, and read quietly got up.
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The sky turned fish-white.
I don’t know what kind of bird it is, chirping on the window lattice, and it is very pleasant to sing along with the occasional sound of wind chimes. The air seems to be filled with the fragrance of bamboo leaves and grass flowers. Song Weichen closed his eyes and stretched out his arms with a smile. Being a lazy person, her sleep was so comfortable that she was reluctant to open her eyes.
Hasn't that big ice cube come back yet? Thinking of this, she opened her eyes and glanced habitually at the chair in front of the bed. It was empty. There was an indescribable feeling, and when I recalled it carefully, he was always there when I woke up.
Bored and bored, I looked back and found to my surprise that I was well covered with quilts. How could this be possible? As long as I didn’t pass out, I couldn’t sleep without kicking the quilt off. Is this still me? She couldn't understand her sudden change of gender.
Song Weichen rubbed his hair and sat up from the bed. He immediately saw Mo Tingfeng sleeping lightly behind the desk. It turned out that he was there. I unconsciously felt a sense of security in my heart. After thinking about it, I quietly stood up and tiptoed over.
I saw him holding his head with one hand and holding the book loosely in the other hand. He must have been reading a second before falling asleep.
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This man must be under a lot of work pressure. Seeing his frown while sleeping, Song Weichen realized for the first time that he was very tired. No wonder he has such a bad temper and speaks so harshly. It is probably because it is too difficult to complete the performance KPIs.
That’s right, not to mention that the sudden disappearance of a good and capable man became an unsolved case, but this man in a shabby robe actually chose a loser to take over the job. The prime suspect in the case. There are still no clues in other cases, and the big boss above is keeping a close eye on them. Who else can be in a good mood? If you want to be in his position, why don't you go berserk and crazy every day?
By some strange coincidence, she actually raised her hand and reached between his eyebrows.
Actually, Mo Tingfeng woke up as soon as she sat up. Hearing her tiptoeing towards him, he simply continued to fall asleep. He couldn't trust her in the first place, so he might as well pretend to sleep on purpose to see what she wanted.
Feeling that she suddenly raised her hand towards his eyebrows, he subconsciously grabbed the wrist.
"What do you want to do?"
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Mo Tingfeng opened his eyes coldly. There was no trace of the blur in his eyes that he had just woken up from, and he looked sober and sharp.
She was originally leaning towards him in front of the desk, but when she was pulled by this force, her whole center of gravity became unstable. Her elbow hit the desk with a bang, which happened to hit a muscle, "Hiss." ", she also frowned.
Mo Tingfeng didn't expect that this could hurt her, so he quickly let go of his hand. Just as he was about to reach out to help her with his other hand, he withdrew it abruptly.
He deliberately did not look at her.
"Why are you so defensive? I just saw you frowning when you were asleep, and I just wanted to help you soothe it and care about you." Song Weichen rubbed his elbow. He said, his face wrinkled like a little bitter gourd.
"Do you think that no one else is as defenseless as you? You are completely unaware when a grown man enters the room in the middle of the night. What if someone comes with ulterior motives?" "This is not your room. Well, if there is someone with ulterior motives, it can only be you, right?" Song Weichen couldn't help but sneered.
He stopped looking at her with a cold face and picked up the file, "You die like a pig when you sleep."
Song Weichen almost choked on his saliva. How could he speak? Is this brother angry when he wakes up?
"Who do you think looks like a pig? You are like a pig! Your whole family is like a pig."
"You know exactly how you sleep."
"You! "Song Weichen rubbed his elbows angrily, "What do you mean, you're a big man, and you go to the girl's room in the middle of the night? If I were a pig, you'd be a wolf!"
Mo Tingfeng chuckled and flipped through the file calmly, "Song Weichen, if I remember correctly, this is my room."
Song Weichen almost vomited a mouthful of blood because of Mo Tingfeng's expression. She took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'll go out, I'll go out, okay? Don't choke me with your words. To be honest, I'm not afraid of you either. You If you have the guts, kill me, or I'll be reincarnated as a human being!"
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Song Weichen went out angrily, and the room suddenly became surprisingly quiet.
The birds that were chirping on the window lattice just now have flown to nowhere. Sitting alone at the table, Mo Tingfeng has never felt that this place has been so quiet before.
He didn't mean to make her angry. In fact, even he couldn't understand it. As long as he was with her, his words would often become mean as soon as he spoke them. This was not him at all.
He is definitely not a person who would bring a strange woman to his mansion, especially if he let her sleep in his room. In order not to be suspected by others, he also used a restraining spell to hide her gender identity, and even made her still suspicious. Taking up the position of White Robe, all these decisions made him extremely confused about himself.
He didn't understand why. In fact, since the first time he saw her, he had an indescribable feeling, a very distant, sour longing and resentment.
It is a kind of person who seems to have been waiting for a long, long, long time in fear. When she finally appears, when this person is standing in front of him for sure, people who are waiting for others often say it out loud. What I feel is not missing, but complaining. This is a very complicated emotion.
But who is he waiting for? It is clear that no one can wait for him.
Are you waiting for the mountains to become mountains, waiting for the sea to become peaks, and waiting for all things to reach the end of time? Still...waiting for a tree that will never bloom, waiting for the person who will never dream again.
Mo Tingfeng knew that he was moved again, and he hated himself like this.
I hope that among everyone here, there are some who are lovely, some who can wait, some who can think about, and some who come here in dreams.
(End of this chapter)