A passerby?

Mo Jingchuan looked past Jing Ying, trying to find the dreamy figure behind him.

But the bluestone slabs in the courtyard were cleaned up, and one could see several lush evergreen potted plants, several pots of autumn chrysanthemums blooming brightly, and a kitten lazily lying beside them basking in the sun.

He saw everything, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see.

The light in the black eyes quickly dimmed.

"Mr. Mo..."

Du He felt extremely distressed, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

He knew that President Mo owed Su Yiren, so he didn't object to Su Yiren being a little harsh on President Mo to vent her anger. But if she was angry, she could just vent it on President Mo. It didn't matter if she hit him, scolded him, or even yelled at him. Why did she have to hurt him with her words?

And didn't she know that the cold war was the most hurtful?

"You are absolutely right. Mo Jingchuan is just an ordinary person now."

Jing Ying glanced at the sad Mo Jingchuan and took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire. "You all know how Mo Jingchuan treated Yiren in the past. Why do you expect her to be grateful to Mo Jingchuan now that you have slipped a little favor from her fingers?"

"Also, what's so rare about you buying a car and gifts?"

"No matter how expensive or cheap the things you bought are, I can buy them for her, and no more or less. Besides, Yiren has more money in her hands than she can spend in three lifetimes. Who cares about these material things you bought?"

"Take your things and get out!"

He thought it was too simple to win people's hearts by giving them small favors!

Jing Yang made no secret of his dislike for Mo Jingchuan, which made Du He feel uncomfortable. How could he continue the conversation with someone who hated him?

Mo Jingchuan seemed to have heard nothing and stared blankly into the courtyard.

Unfortunately, Su Yiren never showed up.

"Mr. Mo, let's go back."

Du He was embarrassed and angry. He wanted to take Mo Jingchuan away, but Mo Jingchuan fell to the ground against the wall. Only a pair of frighteningly bright black eyes could be seen on his haggard face. "You go back, I'll continue to wait for her here."

"Why are you doing this?"

Du He felt sorry for him and said angrily, "You did so many things for her in secret, but she didn't appreciate it at all. She always resented your mistake. Such a heartless and ungrateful person is not worthy of your care!"

"Enough!"

Mo Jingchuan was furious. He staggered and pushed Du He away. "Get out!"

Du He felt inexplicably aggrieved.

Seeing that Mo Jingchuan insisted on staying here, Du He could only put the food he brought for him by the wall, and then Du He retreated to a place not far from the courtyard and quietly guarded him.

President Mo was already extremely weak, and the two people in the door didn't care whether he lived or died. What if President Mo collapsed here? Although he was angry

, he was not the heartless and ungrateful Su Yiren, and he couldn't let President Mo get into trouble here.

The courtyard door slammed shut. There were faint voices

coming from the courtyard, and it was unknown what they were talking about. Mo Jingchuan moved his body and pressed against the door panel to try to hear the conversation inside the door, but the wind in the suburbs was stronger than in the city, and all he heard were broken words.

The light in the black eyes dimmed, like a pool of stagnant water. Dusk

was looming in the sky, and in the midst of the haze, the moonlight had already fallen at his feet.

Du He looked at the dark shadow sitting by the gate, feeling sad, but helpless. He could only lighten his steps and approach carefully, "Mr. Mo, would you like to eat something?"

"No."

His simple voice did not reveal his emotions and weakness. Du He frowned and urged again, "If you don't eat, how can you have the energy to wait for her to come out to see you?"

"If you keep talking, get out."

This time he added a few more words, but his anger was mixed with a strong sense of weakness. His pale and powerless words made it seem that his words were not only intimidating, but also made people feel that he was just bluffing.

Du He's eyes were red.

In my impression, President Mo is cold and arrogant, looking down on others, with a sharp light in his eyes that can see through the world, like an eagle soaring in the blue sky. When has he ever been so humble and let others trample on his dignity?

How could Su Yiren bear it!

Unable to persuade him to eat, Du He turned the screen of his mobile phone to the call interface, ready to call the emergency number at any time.

He hasn't eaten for two days. I wonder how long President Mo can last?

The night is getting darker and darker, and gradually it is dawn.

When the morning sun falls at his feet, Mo Jingchuan is still leaning against the wall at the door, as if he is closing his eyes to rest. It is not until he hears the sound of the door opening that he suddenly opens his eyes, and a hint of spirit appears in his black eyes.

Jing Yong went out in a professional suit, with a mocking look on his face, "You are quite perseverant, are you still waiting?"

"Yeah."

Mo Jingchuan nodded, his expression indifferent.

Jing Yong saw that his eyes were dark and bloodshot, and his beard was very long. He looked like a wolf and a destitute, but he was still majestic and steady, looking down on the world. His heart moved slightly.

His left foot, which had already stepped out of the door, was retracted, slammed the gate again, and returned to the yard.

Mo Jingchuan closed his eyes again, adjusted his breath and sat quietly.

The morning breeze was cool, and Su Yiren's cold and surprised voice came from the yard, "Aren't you going to work? Why are you running back?"