I felt so hard when Jingxing hurried to Yingche's apartment with Yingche's wallet, no one opened the door no matter how he rang the doorbell.

Then she remembered that today was a working day and he must have gone to the company.

Jingxing originally came with anger, but she had nowhere to vent. She couldn't tell what it felt, but she felt uncomfortable and went downstairs again in a daze.

As soon as she walked out of the apartment, she saw Xu Murong's car that happened to be driving past her.

Xu Murong guessed that she would come here, but she didn't know the specific location of Yingche's apartment, so she could only drive in the community while looking for her figure. When he saw her appear, he suddenly stepped on the brakes and then got out of the car.

He walked straight to Jingxing. Jingxing looked at his bruised nose and swollen face in a daze. After a long time, he finally whispered: "Brother Murong, I'm sorry..."

She clearly knew that Yingche was so domineering and jealous, and she really shouldn't have asked Xu Murong to come out with her at this time.

Xu Murong has worked hard enough and her psychological pressure is already great enough. Why is she still so selfish and asking him to endure this meaningless flesh and blood?

Jingxing was upset, guilty and sad, and finally couldn't help but lean on Xu Murong's chest and cried softly.

Xu Murong felt uncomfortable, so he reached out to stroke the back of her head and whispered: "Don't cry, I want to see you laugh..."

After knowing her for so many years, except when she was a child, she would occasionally cry because of being coquettish, he had never seen her cry because of her sadness.

But this is the third time he has seen her cry when he sees her since she is with Yingche.

How could the girl he cherishes so much, the one who gets her, be willing to make her sad?

Perhaps it was because people really couldn't stand the consolation when they were sad. Xu Murong comforted her in a low voice, but Jingxing became more and more sad as he cried, and finally couldn't help crying.

Finally, when she finally calmed down and accompanied Xu Murong to the hospital to deal with the wound, Yingche was sitting in the office with a face that was also bruised and swollen, working quietly towards the computer.

After a whole morning of curiosity, my colleagues in the office were no longer surprised at this time, but occasionally when a client came up for a meeting, he would stare at Yingche in surprise for a while.

And all of this seemed to not exist in Yingche's eyes. From beginning to end, he just looked at the computer quietly, as if he was extremely focused on his work.

Until the time of get off work, he silently packed up his own things and left the company.

When he returned to his apartment, he sat on the sofa in the living room and sat quietly until dark.

It was not until there was no trace of light in the room that he finally realized that he was waiting.

But what are you waiting for?

A text message, a phone call, a person, or... a period?

But in the end, he still waited for nothing, alone on the sofa, waiting silently until dawn.

But he was still waiting, from morning until dark, from night until dawn, from Monday to Friday, like a prisoner waiting for trial, completely giving up his right to defend himself and just waited quietly for the verdict.

But she... didn't come.

On the last weekend of July, he worked overtime for more than 60 hours day and night, and was able to close his eyes only when he was lying in bed.

This time, I slept for almost a day and a night until I was woken up by the repeated ringtones of my cell phone.

"Hey?" Yingche closed her eyes and answered lightly.

"Are you still going to call this home?" As soon as the phone call was connected, Wen Cai's angry voice came over, "Master, have you ever calculated how many days you have not been home?"

He listened here, but once again fell into silence.

Wen Cai was obviously stunned on the other end, thinking that he was asleep again: "Xiao Che?"

"Mom..." He then called her softly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I think it's so hard..."

Over the years, Wen Cai has almost never heard him say the word "hard". He was stunned for a moment. After pausing for a while, he finally spoke softly again: "If you feel it's hard, go home. The door of the house is open to you. There are so many roads, why do you have to go to the one you feel it's hard?"

He was silent again and said nothing.

"Let's go home for dinner tonight. If you have any ideas, you can discuss them with your father." Wen Cai said softly, "Did you hear it?"

"Yeah." After a long time, he finally responded again and hung up the phone.

He got up and walked into the bathroom, took a shower, washed up, and changed his clothes after he came out, and then he drove back home.

As soon as the car drove into the yard, an Audi that was parked in the yard was Xu Murong's car.

Yingche narrowed her eyes slightly, parked the car next to her, got out of the car and walked into the room.

In the living room, Xu Murong was sitting with Song Xiyuan. The two of them were talking about the recent financial situation. Xu Murong studied medicine and rarely paid attention to these things. He only paid attention to them after he was idle recently, but he could also talk to Song Xiyuan.

When Song Xiyuan looked up and saw Ying Che walking in, his eyes slightly condensed, and then he said, "Are you back?"

Yingche nodded lightly, her eyes flashed over Xu Murong, and said nothing.

In the kitchen, Wen Cai heard the sound and hurried out: "Is Xiao Che back?"

But as soon as she walked out, she was shocked when she saw Yingche: "Oh my God, son, why are you so haggard?"

She hurried to Yingche, reached out to hold his haggard and thin face, and almost burst into tears with pain: "I told you that I have been going home after working hard outside, why do you have to hold on?"

"Mom, I'm fine." Yingche took her hand lightly, "I was busy rushing for a drawing a few days ago and didn't sleep for several days, so I looked a little haggard."

"Then what do you think is hard work?" Wen Cai said quickly, "Don't you want to do it there anymore? Then go home, your father's company needs help anyway."

Upon hearing this, Yingche turned around and looked at Song Xiyuan. Before she could answer, a familiar voice suddenly came from the stairs: "Mom, why can't I find my ID? Can you help me find it?"

Jingxing said as he walked down the stairs. When his eyes touched Yingche who was standing in the living room, he obviously paused, but he quickly returned to normal and walked down the stairs slowly.

After not seeing her for a month, she seemed to have lost weight. Her apple face, which had finally recovered, turned into a melon-shaped face. Because her face was small, her eyes became bigger, but she seemed to have less of her charm and a little more ethereal.

"Why can't you find it? Have you ever found your own suitcase?" Wen Cai replied.

Jingxing seemed to remember something again, suddenly realized "Oh" and turned around and ran back upstairs.

Wen Cai couldn't help but shook her head and sighed, turning to look at Xu Murong: "She can't change her disgraceful temperament. Murong, you should remind her more."

Xu Murong smiled slightly, but his eyes fell on Yingche again. He paused for a while and said nothing.

Wen Cai was still thinking about the things in the kitchen, pressing Yingche on the sofa and sitting down, and said to Song Xiyuan: "Talk to your son and see if you continue to stay there or go back to the company to help."

After saying that, she turned around and walked back to the kitchen.

Song Xiyuan then looked at Yingche again and smiled faintly: "Son, what do you think?"

Yingche listened and then curled her lips lightly after a long time: "Let it go."

When we were having dinner at night, several people sat together. The atmosphere at the dinner table was obviously a little wrong, and it was much silent than usual.

"Is the food today delicious?" Wen Cai asked in confusion.

"Of course it's delicious!" Jingxing immediately supported him, "I have never eaten a better dish than my mother."

Wen Cai couldn't help but look at her with a blame: "Then you don't come back to eat often? If you didn't have to come back to Hong Kong to get your ID this time, you probably wouldn't have come back? Murong's family is more comfortable than living at home, right?"

Hearing this, a ball held under Yingche's chopsticks suddenly slipped, but he stubbornly picked up the ball again, put it into his bowl, and snatched the rice.

"Mom!" Jingxing laughed quickly, "I promise that after the start of next semester, I will definitely come back to eat my mother's food every day!"

Wen Cai then laughed again and said, "Do you have any plans after your father's birthday? There is still one month left for the summer vacation. Do you plan to go somewhere with Murong?"
Chapter completed!