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His mind was in a state of confusion, but his remaining rationality forced him to think of nothing as he chased after the familiar figure.

When he grabbed her in his hand and pressed her against his chest, he clearly felt her real existence, and his mind immediately cleared.

She was safe and sound, had mysteriously disappeared, and her sudden appearance made him feel that things were not simple at all.

Thinking that she may have intentionally escaped, her originally depressed and hopeless heart instantly turned into a rage that filled her heart. As a result, the rude scene from before occurred to her.

Her explanation was very reasonable, to the point that it even moved his heart.

Looking at the scar on her hand and thinking about how she had said that she would risk her life to save him, he felt scared and touched, and he felt a little lucky.

Fortunately, she met a good person. In order to save her, he did not hesitate to use some extraordinary method to bring her away from here. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable!

He could not afford to lose it again!

When he thought he had lost her, he felt that the sky had suddenly turned dark. The once prosperous world was now filled with people, and the heart that had just recovered from the cold was now cold and hard. He could clearly hear his teeth chattering.

Just thinking about it now made him feel that he was unable to bear it.

And now, she had returned.

Just like this, she laid before him quietly and unscathed. Her breath was so sweet that it gently caressed his face. His heart was like a spring breeze that instantly enveloped his body. The warm air melted his frozen heart bit by bit.

That's great! It was so good to have her!

He lowered his head and gently pressed her palm against his face, gently rubbing it. He stroked it, then put it to his lips and kissed it lightly.

Such piety, such care, as if she were the only treasure in his world.

"It's great that you're back!" He sighed.

Chan lingered for a long time before he stood up and tucked her in. Then he got his clothes and went into the bathroom.

When she was sure he had left, Xia Xinxin, who had been feigning sleep, suddenly sat up and took deep breaths. She frowned as she observed her hands, feeling indescribably complicated.

What kind of woman was she?

He had actually fallen in love with her to such an extent?

She was just a substitute, yet he was still so infatuated with her. The love he gave to that girl was even more unimaginable, right?

She was still confused and moved. Was that girl's heart made of iron? Why wasn't she moved by him?

All sorts of questions caused her to take a great interest in the mysterious woman, which greatly concealed the deep sense of loss in her heart.

What was that password in the computer?

Was it his birthday code?

Or was it her birthday code?

It looked like she had to think of a way to clarify this matter.

Since he was caught with nothing to do, he might as well let her know about his past!

As he was lost in his thoughts, he suddenly heard Wei Liang's voice. The sound of the water stopped, so he must have taken a bath. He quickly lay down and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

A moment later, the sound of the door opening could be heard, followed by the sound of his footsteps and the smell of his own mint.

Finally, he stopped in front of her.

She heard him sigh helplessly, "You, you never grow up, you're such a big guy, and you keep kicking the quilt! "If I am not by your side, I'm afraid you will catch a cold and get sick in less than two days!"

As he spoke, he reached out to cover her with the blanket again.

Then there was no movement, but his breath lingered over her.

She thought he must be looking at her dumbly again.

He wasn't looking at himself, but at another woman through his eyes. He was in a rather bad mood.

Just as he was getting impatient, he finally heard the sound of him turning around to leave.

She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. She was conflicted, thinking that there was actually still a man that was infatuated with her in this world. It was just that she wasn't lucky enough to meet her.

He was in a terrible mood. There was no way out.

That afternoon, she pretended to be asleep. Mo Zixiao had come to visit her twice and secretly kissed her twice, but he did not take any further action, making her feel better.

She was really afraid that he would suddenly want her. Just thinking of the scene in the elevator made her want to kick him far away, even more so to cut him off!

Although she felt that it was very foolish to think like that, like a retarded woman who was jealous, but she couldn't do anything about it, she just cared a lot about being angry.

She was really caught up in it!

Despite knowing that he was a substitute and seeing how dirty he was, she still had to admit that she was truly enmeshed in his feelings for someone else.

Very sad! But there was nothing he could do!

If he wanted to prevent the situation from sinking deeper, he could only find an opportunity to escape.

She did not dare to imagine that she would ever have the courage to face up to another blow of love.

In the evening he came into the room and told her to get up and eat.

She knew it was impossible to hide, so she obediently stood up.

After a simple wash, she allowed him to lead her subordinates downstairs.

He pulled out the chair for her, covered her knees with a white napkin, and let him put the soup in her hand.

She accepted them one by one without saying a word.

He sat down across from her, looked up at her, hesitated for a moment, and finally opened his mouth with difficulty, "Sorry about today's matter! "I …"

He wanted to explain what had happened in the elevator. Although she didn't say it, he clearly felt her unhappiness. The strong jealousy surprised him, but he also felt uneasy. He only felt a sharp thorn stab deep into his heart, dripping with blood.

"NO!" "Don't say it!" But she held out her hand to stop him.

"I …" He wasn't willing to accept this.

"Really, don't say it." Her tone carried a hint of pleading, "Don't say anything and don't explain. I'm tired, and I just want to eat the food you made. They are so delicious, don't ruin it! "

When he heard this, he fell silent for a moment. Then, he could only lower his head and admit defeat. "Fine."

After the two of them had dinner in silence, she got up to clean up the dishes. He did not want her to cook, but she insisted on doing it. He could not do it. He could only let her do it.

He silently watched her from behind for a while, and finally said in a hoarse voice, "Then after you wash up, go to sleep early. Feel it! I have something to take care of. "

Instead of standing here facing her in silence, it would be better for him to temporarily avoid this limelight. Time was the best time to heal his wounds. Perhaps when he came back, he would explain slowly, and she would listen.

"Yes." She answered without looking back.

However, he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he stood still and looked at her for a while before sighing helplessly. Then, he turned around and walked towards the door.

"What's your birthday?" Her indifferent voice suddenly sounded from behind her. It didn't contain the slightest bit of emotion. It was completely impossible to discern whether she was happy or angry.

"Twenty-three July." He turned around and blurted out that he was not trying to hide it at all.

"Are you thirty?" She wiped the water from her bowl with a cloth and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Do I look that old?" The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. Did it mean that she was going to forgive him for being so concerned about his age?

"He looks pretty young. But the rich know how to take care of themselves, and on the face of it, there's no number of them. " she replied matter-of-factly.

"Hehe …" Maybe I'm a thousand-year-old monster. " He laughed.

She really did have the ability to let him rejoice and worry. In front of her, he felt like he was gradually losing himself. He was completely unable to control his happiness and sorrow, and his emotions were always forced to fluctuate according to her mood.

Just like now.

A minute ago, his heart had been heavy, and a minute later, his heart was flying with joy.

"Seriously!" "What year exactly are you a stranger?" She glared at him.

"1985." He answered with a smile, "You want to help me with my birthday by asking so clearly. "It's a pity that this year's birthday has already passed. If you want to live, you have to wait until next year."

"Yes." She gave a noncommittal grunt and raised her eyebrows, "It's raining heavily outside. Remember to bring an umbrella. Even though it's a few steps away, you should still be able to move." My body got wet. "

"Alright." He nodded, his heart warm, thinking that she still felt sorry for him.

Taking out an umbrella, he turned around and said, "You should go to sleep early. Don't wait for me, I don't know when I'll be back!"

"Yes." She nodded and turned around to set up the dishes.

At the sound of the door closing, she turned quickly and tiptoed to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and peeked out.

In the rainy night, when she saw the glaring lights of the car coming toward the house, she quickly pulled down the curtains and stepped aside.

She knew he couldn't see her, but she still felt guilty.

Not long after, the lights dimmed and the sound of the car died down. Only then did he quietly look over again. Sure enough, he was already driving away.

She turned and ran up the stairs to the study, turned on the computer, found the locked file, and quickly typed in his birthday, but still couldn't open it.

Disappointed, she turned off the computer and stood at the window looking at the pouring rain. Stunned.

Since it was not his own birthday, then it must be that woman's birthday. Often, a man would take the name of the woman he loved the most, or use his birthday code to encrypt the document he valued.

This point wasn't strange at all.

But it still made her feel very uncomfortable.

She was jealous, she thought, jealous of a woman who had left.

Very sad.

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside. He thought that maybe he had turned back halfway, so he hurriedly ran out of the study and went to the stairs. He saw that SUSAN was walking in with a basket full of fresh fruits.

"It's raining so heavily, and the sky is still so dark. Why did you come here?" She hurried downstairs, took the fruit basket, and handed over a clean towel.

"Do I dare not come? This was Young Master Mo's order. He had just said that there was no more fruit in the fridge and that he had to bring it over immediately. I came over quickly. " SUSAN laughed.

"He's a lunatic! Ignore him! " She frowned and pulled SUSAN to a seat. "I'll make you a cup of coffee."

She turned and went into the kitchen.

SUSAN sat on the sofa and looked around before sighing, "So it turns out that every time I walk in here, I feel cold, gloomy and uncomfortable. "Now, this place is getting more and more human. It's so warm and touching that it makes people miss it."

"Can't you smell human!?" I am a living person, and I am locked up here every day. " Xia Xinxin smiled wryly and came out carrying two cups of coffee.