Chapter 830： The news I just received was that Mo Shichen had a car accident (1/2)

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Pregnant so sleep early?

When Mohan Han said this sentence, Mo Shichen glanced at Ye Siran.

His woman fell asleep early. Is this woman still in good spirits?

It was just ... he remembered quickly, and he had been sleeping in the room with Wen Ye for almost a month. During this time, he only knew when she returned to the bedroom, but did not know when she went to sleep with the lights off.

After Wen Hanyu spoke, Mo Shichen looked at Shen Yu lightly, ”Is Mr. Shen going to sleep here too?”

Shen Yu smiled calmly, ”Of course not, I was chatting with Han Qiao just now, and I should leave after almost talking. My home is very close, this doesn't matter.”

Mo Shichen calmly retracted his eyes, put the cup in his hand gently on the coffee table, and stood up and said, ”No, I'll go back, I'm not used to staying at someone else's house,” and he seemed inadvertent after a moment, ” I will pick her up at Wen's tomorrow evening. ”

Wen Hanxi smiled, showing no signs of dew in the mountains. ”Okay, boy, then drive carefully when you go back.”

Mo Shichen glanced at them and turned to walk away.

When he stepped outside, the wind and snow blew his coat like a black feather.

Shen Yu then asked, ”Are they ... arguing?”

Wen Hanxi laughed a little casually, ”In the Cold War, it is said to be.”

…………

Mo Shichen pulled the door and went directly to the first officer.

He started the engine, the lights in front of the car turned on, and the straight light hit a long distance.

The snow fell in this artificial light, and there was a beauty that was intentionally created, like a dream.

He looked forward, and then tilted his head to the villa.

The lights are on everywhere, bright and dark, making people invisible.

It was not until the black Rambo's body was covered with a thin layer of snow that Mo Shichen reversed the car, stepped on the accelerator, left a few rows of wheel marks on a snowy night, and went away quickly.

The snow was still falling, and the traces left were slowly drowned, as if it had never appeared.

…………

This time is not too early. Of course, it is not too late. It is past ten in the evening.

It's just that it's probably because of the winter and it's snowing, so the vehicles on the road are also extremely sparse.

Deep cold, deserted, silent.

The man's bony hands hold the steering wheel firmly, his eyes are usually forward, the eyes are dark, and there is no trace of excitement and emotional loss of control, but sometimes the speedometer's constantly changing numbers show that his heart is not shown So calm.

Or shouldn't say that, because to some extent, he is still calm.

It is just to calmly mention the speed in this weather to the madness of drag racing, which is difficult to describe accurately.

Should be going back to the manor?

Because he didn't seem to have any other choices.

But is it interesting to go back?

Nothing but the dog would shake his tail at him.

The larger the space, the more empty and deserted it becomes.

Designing her to conceive a child ... Is he so inexcusable?