Mo Xiaomo sat on the edge of the bed, talking to herself but seeming to talking to Zhong Ze on the bed.
Zhong Ze’s eyelashes quivered and his eyes rolled from side to side under his thin eyelids. Mo Xiaomo could see Zhong Ze clearly, but she did not expose his false sleep.
“I just want to cure you as well as I can, and then live a good life with Qingbao. Why do you have to be so cruel?”
Mo Xiaomo began to choke. She had never been so helpless. Even in the middle of winter in France, pregnant, she did not feel difficult or helpless.
Finally, Zhong Ze could not help it. He opened his eyes and looked at Mo Xiaomo, who was crying bitterly.
“No more pretending to sleep?” With tears in her eyes, Mo Xiaomo looked at him with mixed emotions.
“I…” Zhong Ze sat up awkwardly in bed, hanging his head in shame and daring not to look Mo Xiaomo in the eye.
“Now that you’ve had the guts to set me up with your brother, tell me what I should do.” Mo Xiaomo asked in a low voice, feeling it ridiculous.
“Sister-in-law, you and my brother were meant to be a couple. It was just god playing a joke and turning the order of your love upside down.” Zhong Ze said cautiously.
Mo Xiaomo was momentarily confused. It seemed that she didn’t quite understand Zhong Ze.
“Other people are to fall in love first and then get married and then give birth to a baby, you and my brother had a baby first and then get married and then fall in love…”
Zhong Ze was analyzing seriously. His pale face turned red with excitement.
Mo Xiaomo was about to retort, but she didn’t know what to say.
“What Zhong Ze said doesn’t make nonsense, but is there really a spark of love between her and Zhong Teng?” She thought.
“My brother is really a good man who is rare and about to become extinct. Zhong Ze picked up the tissue and handed it to Mo Xiaomo.
Mo Xiaomo paused, a flicker of struggle flashing in her eyes, then picked up the drip bottle on the counter and waved it to Zhong Ze. “Considering you are pretending to be fainted, I will give the same dose as usual.”
Zhong Ze knew that Mo Xiaomo listened to what he said. After Mo Xiaomo turned to leave the room, he took out his cell phone and dialed Zhong Teng’s number.
The evening afterglow was unusually red, and the whole sky was as red as fire.
Mo Xiaomo was the last to leave the office, waving goodbye to her colleagues at the end of the day.
When she got to the gate and was about to take out her cell phone and call Zhong Teng, she saw him leaning against the car and standing not far away, quietly staring at her.
They all caught sight of each other in the passing crowd.
“Let’s have dinner and then pick Qingbao up.” Zhong Teng used his shiny leather shoes to push the cigarette butts away and leaned over to open the door of the passenger seat.
Mo Xiaomo was silent for a few seconds and got into the car.
Along the way, these two people remained silent as if they had agreed to remain silent and not disturb each other.
At the dinner table, Zhong Teng spoke, “I don’t eat chives and Onions. Meat dishes who I eat are mostly white meat. I like to use soap when bathing and laundry detergent with lavender smell. I am the CEO of Zhong’s Group, whose industries include wristwatches and hotels…”
“Why are you telling me these?” Mo Xiaomo interrupted, puzzled.
“Introduction before marriage, which can make us know each other better.”
Zhong Teng smiled and the warm yellow light fell on his face, which gave him a golden glow.
“Zhong Teng, I don’t get married because of the child. My marriage has to be based on love. You know?” Mo Xiaomo looked at Zhong Teng seriously.
“I also want my marriage to be the most beautiful love story.” Zhong Teng smiled and got pleased that Mo Xiaomo and he have the same view of marriage.
“What’s the most beautiful story?”
“Me and you.”
Mo Xiaomo froze, realizing that she shouldn’t ask so. Suddenly she thought of Mo Xiaoxiao and whispered, “If Qingbao and I don’t come back, the heroine of your love story will be Mo Xiaoxiao.”
Zhong Teng shook his head. “No ifs, my story with you was written six years ago.”