Not wanting to continue talking about this, Shi Che took the initiative to change the subject, "Shen Mo lost his parents when he was young. He has lived with me all these years, and I have spoiled him. If he has a bad temper or something, please be more tolerant of him."
"My only shortcoming is that I tend to be protective of my shortcomings. Over the years, I've treated Xiao Mo as my own child, so I don't want him to suffer any injustice."
Old Master Custer said, "Of course. He's Karen's son, and as his grandfather, I certainly won't treat him unfairly."
The two chatted for a few words, and Shi Che came out first.
Shen Mo stood there leaning against the sofa, his head down, typing on his phone, his well-defined profile covered with coldness.
Hearing the footsteps, Shen Mo turned off the screen, looked up at Shi Che, and his expression warmed up slightly.
"Take good care of yourself." Shi Che patted his arm and suddenly lowered his voice, "Contact me if you have any problems."
Shen Mo nodded in a mute voice.
At this time, old man Custer was pushed out by Lorraine in a wheelchair, with a tired look under his eyelids.
"Shen Mo, it's time for us to go."
Shen Mo said "OK" indifferently, and the group took a bus directly to the underground parking lot.
Shen Mo went back to the car to get his luggage. When he saw the backpack in the car, he paused.
Soon, he carried out the suitcase as if nothing had happened.
Shi Che stood by and watched. When he met his gaze, he curled the corners of his mouth. That smile was uglier than crying.
"I know."
I promised not to tell Xiao Ci, and also to deliver the letter. I said it several times, making him seem like he had amnesia.
"Take care of yourself."
Shen Mo nodded and dragged his suitcase towards the black luxury car not far away.
Watching him get in the car and leave, Shi Che felt a pang of anxiety in his heart. He inexplicably felt like an old father worried at home while his son went out to fight.
"well."
A low sigh echoed in the garage, full of helplessness.
…
In the evening, the lights come on.
The door of Villa No. 1 was open, and bursts of laughter came out.
Song Yuan followed his parents over. He walked into the living room and saw An Ci playing with Fugui. He asked casually, "Isn't Shen Mo here?"
"He and Uncle Che went out." An Ci said without raising his head.
Song Yuan sat down on the sofa, crossing his legs. "Maybe he's back. We just came over and saw that the lights in the living room of Villa No. 3 were on, and Uncle Che's car was at the door."
An Ci was stunned and looked up at him, "Are you seeing things?"
Song Yuan reached out and took a candy from the table, peeling off the candy coating. "How could I be wrong? If you don't believe me, call Shen Mo."
Hearing this, An Ci let go of Fugui and turned to find his phone to call Shen Mo.
Unexpectedly, the call could not be connected because his phone was turned off.
An Ci frowned and tried to call again, but the result was the same: the phone was turned off.
Song Yuan bit the candy, looked up and saw that her face was not very good, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Turn it off." An Ci unconsciously clenched his phone.
Song Yuan guessed, "Could it be that the phone is out of battery?"
An Ci shook his head and said nothing. Shen Mo's phone never ran out of battery unless there was a special situation.
She stood up, and Song Yuan's eyes followed her, "Where are you going?"
"Villa number three."
After saying this, An Ci hurried out.
"Wait for me." Song Yuan was bored, so he just went with her.
Worried that something might happen to Shen Mo, An Ci almost ran all the way here.
Just as Song Yuan said, the lights in the living room of Villa No. 3 were on, and Shi Che's car was parked at the door.
An Ci ran up the stairs in two steps and reached out to press the doorbell.
After a while, the people inside opened the door for them.
It is Shi Che.
An Ci looked inside, "Uncle Che, where's my brother?"
Shi Che was speechless for a moment and had to change the subject and let them come in first.
An Ci walked into the house and accidentally saw Shen Mo's slippers at the entrance. She turned around and looked at Shi Che, "Uncle Che, isn't my brother back yet?"
Shi Che closed the door and met her inquiring gaze. After hesitating for a few seconds, he hardened his heart and said, "Xiao Mo won't be back."
An Ci was stunned, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger. Even Song Yuan was stunned.
Song Yuan hurriedly asked, "Uncle Che, what do you mean Shen Mo won't come back? Where did he go?"
Shi Che looked embarrassed and said vaguely, "Xiao Mo has gone home."
Before he could finish his words, a white hand grabbed the corner of his coat.
"Uncle Che, where did he go?"
His usually soft tone suddenly became deep, and his voice could hardly hide his anxiety.
Shen Mo's parents have passed away, so why should he go back home? Besides, if he really had relatives, why would he live with Shi Che?
Shi Che looked down at her and saw for the first time a look of panic in her clear eyes. Even when they were kidnapped as children, she had never shown such a panicked expression.
"Xiao Ci, Xiao Mo bought some for you. Let me help him bring it back to you..."
He tried to change the subject, but An Ci didn't give him a chance to escape and interrupted him, "Where did he go?"
Seeing that he couldn't hide anymore, Shi Che looked helpless and said, "He went home."
An Ci didn't believe it and asked, "Where is his home?"
Shi Che shook his head, "I can't tell you this." Then he took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to her.
"This is what Xiao Mo asked me to pass on to you."
An Ci took the letter and hurriedly opened the envelope. There was only a piece of light blue letter paper inside.
She opened the letter, which was a very short letter.
"Baby, please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. I can't celebrate New Year with you this year, and I can't watch you grow taller little by little. But don't be sad, and don't cry. When I'm not by your side, you must take good care of yourself. Wear more clothes when it's cold, and don't kick off the quilt too often when you sleep, or you'll catch a cold. Also, I've prepared a New Year's gift for you a long time ago. I've put it under my pillow. Come and get it when you have time."
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