Chapter 395： I give it to you, I do n’t recycle the garbage (1/2)

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Because there are many things--

This is not the first time she has moved out of Mo Shiqian's villa, but the first time she has completely moved away.

He just happened to be driving the company van, so Chi Huan asked him to go to Mo Shiqian's villa with her.

The villa was still that villa, but it was no longer her familiar look.

Because it's too deserted.

Pushing the door, there was no Li Ma coming forward, no maids, no cooks. Although they rarely spoke, they were no longer ...

The villa was deserted and quiet like a grave.

She also did not see Mo Shiqian.

Checkered asked, ”Sister Huan, is anyone here?”

Since Mo Shiqian was hospitalized, there was no one here. For almost two months, it was enough to lay down a layer of ash everywhere.

”You're waiting on the couch, I'll go and see.”

”Good sister.”

Chi Huan is still wearing high heels today, but the stairs and corridors are carpeted, so even if you step on it, there will be no obvious sound.

The first floor is empty and the second floor is quiet.

Looking through the stairs, only when the door of Mo Shiqian's study opened a little, she walked directly.

Standing at the door, she saw the man sitting behind the desk at a glance.

He wore a dark green V-neck sweater in the upper part. He was handsome and dreary, with a calm temperament. The man slightly bowed his head, but his eyes were raised, staring at the photo frame on the desk.

His expression was very indifferent. If he hadn't stared for too long and his eyes were too focused, it might make people think that he was only looking at irrelevant things, and maybe even just thinking.

Chi Huan naturally knew what the picture in that frame was.

It's their photo.

It was taken ”forcibly” by her, and she washed it out and found the album ”forcibly” and placed it on his desk.

She stood there before she thought about whether to make a noise, or what to use as an opening remark. The man seemed to perceive her presence and turned to look at it.

He had an unusual look, and said indifferently, ”Your things are in the bedroom, bathroom, your study, cloakroom, do you need me to help you clean up?”

”No ... no need.”

The man hummed and looked away.

The notebook at the desk was open, his fingers moved, and the light on the screen lit up again.

He didn't mean to talk to her anymore. Naturally, Chi Huan could not take the initiative to talk to him again. After standing for a while, he turned and left.

After the figure at the door disappeared, Mo Shiqian raised his head again and looked at the empty place.

For a long time did not look away.

Chi Huan took out the suitcase and repeatedly put everything belonging to her mechanically.

Until the man's low, indifferent voice sounded behind her, ”Even the used towels should be put in. How many suitcases are you going to stuff? Are you short of these things?”

She paused her hands and put the towel back in again.

When he reached out his hand again, he was reminded by him that nothing seemed to be ”required” to be brought back.

These are daily necessities, towels, toothbrushes, toiletries and the like ...

She then held the thing already in her hand, turned around and walked out, passing by his side, passing by without touching any limbs.

Chi Huan went to pick up the pajamas and dresses in the bedroom closet, untied to organize them.