Let him hold the bathrobe

"What should we do?" Gong Wan’er lingered in the bathroom, unable to come up with a solution.

until there was a knock on the door, when Mo Zhaoyun's voice came from outside, "Evening, why did you go in for so long? Is something wrong? "

Gong Wan’er didn't say anything, and in her heart, she was considering whether or not to let Mo Zhaoyun hold onto her clothes.

"Evening, if you don't say anything, I'll be coming in." Mo Zhaoyun continued.

"Don't." Gong Wan’er hurriedly said, and continued, "I didn't take any clothes, bring me one." So that was it.

Then, Gong Wan’er heard Mo Zhaoyun's laughter and he said, "Okay."

After a while, his voice could be heard again, "Evening, open the door."

Only then did Gong Wan’er slowly open the door, stuck out half of his head, extended his hand, and said: "Give it to me."

Mo Zhaoyun handed the clothes over to her and turned to leave with a bitter smile. This kind of thing had happened before, but Gong Wan’er's reaction was different.

When Gong Wan’er came out of the bathroom, he found Mo Zhaoyun sitting on a chair by the makeup table. His hands were still holding onto the hairdryer. He waved to her and said, "Come here, I'll help you with your hair."

Gong Wan’er did not say anything, but walked to Mo Zhaoyun's side with a look of a little woman.

Mo Zhaoyun pulled, and pulled Gong Wan’er into his embrace. Gong Wan’er wanted to stand up, but he heard Mo Zhaoyun say, "Don't move, be good."

Gong Wan’er did not want to move, so she just sat there. Following that, she heard the sound of a blower being blown, and felt Mo Zhaoyun's hand gently brush her hair, causing her scalp to tighten slightly. It turned out that no matter how intimate these two people were, they would become strangers one day.

"Evening." Mo Zhaoyun shouted softly.

Gong Wan’er was startled, "What?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to call out to you."

The two men sat in silence in the dim light, their silhouettes against the wall, no one knowing what they were thinking.

Very quickly, Mo Zhaoyun helped Gong Wan’er blow her hair clean, and then he carried her and laid her gently on the bed. Just then, Mo Zhaoyun's phone rang. Mo Zhaoyun did not care and was about to go to bed, but the bell kept on ringing.

"Go and answer it." Gong Wan’er said softly. Actually, she only wanted to let Mo Zhaoyun go. With him here, he felt like he couldn't even breathe.

Mo Zhaoyun looked at the screen, and the word "Mo Zhi" astonishingly appeared on it. He knew that if it wasn't something urgent, Mo Zhi wouldn't have called him at this time.

"Okay, wait for me." With that, Mo Zhaoyun walked out of the bedroom with his phone.

When Mo Zhaoyun returned, Gong Wan’er had already tucked back into his blanket and was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed tight. He lightly closed the door and also softly got onto the bed. He gently hugged Gong Wan’er from behind and he could clearly feel that the person in his embrace had become a lot more stiff in that instant.

"Evening, I know you haven't slept." Mo Zhaoyun said. In the silence, his voice sounded leisurely, as if it could reach very far away.

Gong Wan’er only replied with a "En", and then said no more, his eyes still tightly shut.

"Xiao'er, I've already investigated earlier, Xuan Xuan's matter is all Chu Ning's doing."

"I already know." Gong Wan’er said indifferently. That day, she and the Mo’s Mother parted on bad terms.

"Mom should have told you, right? I have truly wronged you during this period of time. I never thought that Mom would actually misunderstand you along with Chu Ning. However, I will make Chu Ning pay the price. " As she said that, Mo Zhaoyun hugged Gong Wan’er even more tightly. As long as he mentioned these things, Mo Zhaoyun's teeth would itch with hatred. If Chu Ning did not appear, he and Gong Wan’er would still be a sweet husband and wife that everyone envied.

Price? Gong Wan’er revealed a mocking smile. She said: "No need, I am already done with it. Moreover, Chu Ning is your son's mother."

Mo Zhaoyun thought that Gong Wan’er was just making a loss, so he said: "Evening, don't say it like that, I have never recognized them. "My son's mother is by herself." He had already said this more than once.

"I don't want to talk about these things anymore. Sleep." Gong Wan’er's tone was indifferent. She was too tired to think about it.

Hearing Gong Wan’er say this, Mo Zhaoyun's heart ached. She must have suffered from a lot of grievances, to the point that he was unwilling to bring up these things.

"Well, go to sleep, wife." Mo Zhaoyun said gently. The moment the word "wife" came out of his mouth, Mo Zhaoyun realized that he had become somewhat unfamiliar with his.

Time could really change many things. Sometimes it was a person's appearance, sometimes it was black hair, sometimes it was even a feeling that they were indestructible.

When Gong Wan’er heard the word "wife", his heart shook and he slowly opened his eyes. Wife? How long had it been since he heard Mo Zhaoyun's shout? It had probably been a long time, to the point where Gong Wan’er felt a little absent-minded.

The two of them, what should they do next?

It seemed that Gong Wan’er was still awake even after a long time had passed. She lightly called out: "Summoning Yun?"

After a few minutes, Gong Wan’er still did not hear a response from Mo Zhaoyun.

With that thought, Gong Wan’er gently turned his body and faced Mo Zhaoyun. Borrowing the light from the outside, he looked at Mo Zhaoyun. And it was only at this time that she could carefully look at Mo Zhaoyun.

In the past few days, he had also lost weight. He didn't know if it was because he wasn't eating well in the hospital or because he was too sick.

It must be too serious. It was a car accident, and he was protecting himself.

He had a beard, too. How could he become so sloppy when he wasn't by his side?

As he watched, Gong Wan’er unknowingly touched Mo Zhaoyun's face, following the outline of his face, his hands were also trembling.

Summoning Yun, did you know? These days, I often think of you in my head. Even when I tell myself that you are not someone worth trusting, I still miss you.

Summoning Yun, did you know? When I feel wronged, when I feel sad, how much I want you to stay by my side and protect me.

You know what? I know how much I wanted to run and tell you when I was pregnant, and we were happy together, and we were looking forward to the arrival of the baby.

But can we still do this? Can we go back?

Thinking about it like this, Gong Wan’er began to cry. In order to not wake Mo Zhaoyun up, he covered his mouth with both hands and looked at Mo Zhaoyun, full of tears.

Summoning, I still love you, but ..

After a long while, Gong Wan’er finally stopped crying and gently turned around with his back facing Mo Zhaoyun.

At this moment, Mo Zhaoyun opened his eyes. Just now, Gong Wan’er's every whimper was like an ant, nibbling at his heart.

At the same time, he felt excited. You still love me, don't you? Then, we will start anew together, and I will never let you leave again!

Deep in the night, the two hearts seemed very close, but in reality, they were very far away.

The next day, Mo Zhaoyun woke up very early. At first glance, he saw that Gong Wan’er was nestled in his embrace, like a cute little white rabbit. He laughed, a very warm smile, and could not help but hold Gong Wan’er even more tightly.

Gong Wan’er did not seem to be sleeping soundly. She moved about and frowned.

Seeing that, Mo Zhaoyun patted Gong Wan’er's back, and said: "Good girl, sleep a little more."

When Gong Wan’er, who was not well asleep in the first place, heard this voice, he immediately woke up. She pretended to be asleep and wanted to turn around, but she was tightly shackled by Mo Zhaoyun.

Naturally, Mo Zhaoyun didn't feel Gong Wan’er's reaction, so he hugged Gong Wan’er and felt very satisfied. During this period, he had thought about how he could wake up in the morning with sunlight and Gong Wan’er. Now, the sunlight was shining in bit by bit, and the beauty was in her arms, so how could she not be happy?

After a long while, Gong Wan’er finally could not hold it in anymore. He moved and opened his eyes, only to see Mo Zhaoyun staring at him right now. His eyes were deep and gentle, and she almost fell in.

"You're awake?" Mo Zhaoyun laughed, and asked gently.

Only then did Gong Wan’er turn his gaze away, and no longer looked at Mo Zhaoyun, he nodded, and his palm was already covered in sweat. Why was he unable to control himself? She couldn't help pouting.

In Mo Zhaoyun's eyes, this kind of Gong Wan’er was extremely cute. He extended his hand and caressed Gong Wan’er's face and asked: Do you want to continue sleeping?

Of course not!

Gong Wan’er looked at the ceiling and said, "I'm hungry." He wasn't hungry at all. It was just an excuse.

"Alright, I'll make it for you." Mo Zhaoyun said lovingly, and then he leaned over and kissed Gong Wan’er, and then he got up smiling.

Gong Wan’er was stunned, the spot on his face that was kissed by Mo Zhaoyun became warm, as though he was still on top of it. She touched a place in her heart that had become warm. In front of Mo Zhaoyun, she still could not be heartless. She smiled, then got up and went into the bathroom.

15 minutes later, Gong Wan’er arrived at the kitchen, where he was frying eggs. She did not linger long, but went straight to the table. She realised that she actually had the urge to help Mo Zhaoyun just now. She smiled, her heart aching.

"Evening." Mo Zhaoyun brought out the breakfast set as he smiled and called out to the dazed Gong Wan’er.

Gong Wan’er raised her head, and once again touched Mo Zhaoyun's burning gaze, causing her face to immediately flush red. He didn't know why, but she would definitely be moved when she met Mo Zhaoyun. However, reason told her that this definitely wouldn't do. She pursed her lips into a smile, then lowered her head and looked at him.

"Eat." Mo Zhaoyun gave a piece of bread to Gong Wan’er.

Gong Wan’er took it and began to eat.

As long as Gong Wan’er was by his side, Mo Zhaoyun would be happy. He looked at Gong Wan’er, dotingly smiled, and said: "Night Child, I'm going to have a meeting with the company later. You're home alone, okay?"

"Alright." Gong Wan’er nodded his head, feeling a tinge of happiness in his heart. Without Mo Zhaoyun, she would be like a fish entering the ocean, free and unfettered.