She turned around and smiled.

The originally bleak autumn seemed to have turned into a spring with flowers blooming in an instant, brilliant and bright.

Jing Yang couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

In a good mood, he put breakfast on the stone table and said with a smile, "What else do you want to eat? I'll make it for you now."

"I'll eat whatever you cook. I'm not picky."

Su Yiren didn't have high demands for food, but Jing Yong shook his head seriously, "You are not an agent now, but the big sister of our A League. You have the right to enjoy special treatment. Tell me, what else do you want to eat?"

"Then give me a bowl of egg noodles."

Su Yiren picked a simple one, and Jing Yong was also good at grasping the key points, "You want to eat noodles, right? Wait, I'll make it right away!"

He was excited and seemed to be in a good mood, so Su Yiren joked, "Why aren't you angry with me today? Did something good happen last night?"

"I won ten dollars in the lottery. Is that a happy thing?"

Jing Ying joked with her with a smile, which made Su Yiren laugh and glare at him. The two of them were talking and laughing in the yard. Mo Jingchuan, who was outside the door, heard the faint laughter floating out, and a little jealousy flashed in his haggard eyes.

Why is Jing Ying the one who can win her love?

The laughter in the yard gradually faded and became quiet, but the gate of the yard was never opened.

The autumn sun was not very strong, but people who were exposed to the sun wanted to find a cool place to avoid it. Su Yiren leaned against the window to drink ice water, and saw that Mo Jingchuan's car was still parked there, without moving.

She frowned slightly.

During dinner in the evening, Jing Ying said, "That man is still sitting at the door, why don't you go out and take a look?"

"Let him be, if he has the ability, he can starve himself to death."

Su Yiren said harshly with an expressionless face, then lowered her eyes, picked up dishes and ate as if nothing had happened, while Jing Ying stared at her suspiciously for a few times, and finally chose to believe her words.

She was right, if Mo Jingchuan really had the ability, he would starve himself to death!

But for two consecutive days, Mo Jingchuan did not leave.

The setting sun was slanting down on the edge of the green hills. Su Yiren called Du He with a dark face, "I'll give you an address, come over quickly and get your CEO back."

"Sister, I really can't do it."

Du He was listless, "President Mo called me yesterday, and if I dared to meddle in other people's business, he would have done it to me."

"Haha, that's fine, then you can just wait and see him starve to death."

Su Yiren didn't say much, and was about to hang up the phone, but Du He hurriedly shouted, "Sister, ancestor, please count it as I beg you, okay? Just see him and let him go home to rest, okay?"

If he continues to struggle like this, President Mo will probably have to go to the hospital again, not to mention going to work tomorrow.

And Mo's stock is still on the limit down board, and it will open again tomorrow. If something happens to President Mo at this time, then Mo's stock will have to follow the avalanche.

"Either you come and take him away immediately, or bring food to him so that he can save his energy to continue fighting me, or you can just wait and see him kill himself step by step."

Su Yiren had a cold face and had no intention of compromising.

After that, she hung up the phone, sent a location to Du He, and then stopped caring about it.

During dinner, there was finally a noise outside the door. Du He's vague voice floated in through the crack of the door. Jing Yang looked at Su Yiren who was eating with her eyes lowered, and got up to open the gate.

The gate of the courtyard, which had been tightly closed for two days, was finally opened. Mo Jingchuan, who had been depressed, stood up in surprise, "She is willing to see me?"

"Hey, Mr. Mo, be careful!"

Mo Jingchuan had not eaten for two days and got up too quickly. He fell forward before he finished speaking. Du He hurried to support him and discussed with Jing Ying, "Can I borrow a bowl of water from you?"

He didn't want to eat, so he could drink some water first.

"I came to see the excitement."

Jing Ying stood at the door with a cold face. His tall and strong body blocked most of the entrance door to the courtyard. It was obviously unrealistic for Du He to force his way in. Mo Jingchuan also held his forehead and said weakly, "He doesn't like me, so don't beg him."

"You are so weak," Du He felt distressed.

I don't know how long Mr. Mo hasn't slept. His eyes are bloodshot, his beard is untidy and his face is haggard. His clothes are wrinkled and dirty. He looks no better than a homeless man. How can he be the high and mighty Mr. Mo?

Seeing him holding his forehead and breathing heavily, it is obvious that he is out of strength. Du He couldn't help but yelled, "If love makes people so humble, what is the point of love!"

Look at Su Yiren, how she tortured Mr. Mo!

Even if there is a huge grudge, those who should be killed should be killed, and those who should be castrated should be castrated. Why cut the flesh with a blunt knife!

Jing Ying was furious and was about to scold him, but Su Yiren's cold and ruthless voice came from the pavilion before him, "He has to suffer helplessly, who can he blame?" "

Then why don't you try to persuade him?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

The voice that floated outside the courtyard was always cold and indifferent, which made Du He laugh. He turned his head and said to Mo Jingchuan, who was leaning against the wall and breathing heavily, "Mr. Mo, look at this woman you love with all your heart and life."

"She is your life, but you are just a passerby to her!"