Pack after pack of empty cigarette boxes were thrown on the table.

I don't know how long it took, but Mo Yaochen put down his acid-raising hand, and the pungent smell of smoke filled his breath.

The study room has no windows and the door is closed, completely airtight. White smoke is lingering in the room, like a fairyland...

In the haze, a dark and handsome face emerged.

Mo Yaochen pursed his lips and took a deep breath. He stretched out his hand to put out the cigarette, but found that there was no room for it in the ashtray.

He turned his head sideways, but couldn't see clearly. The thick smoke stung the corners of his eyes, making him unable to open them.

The sparks from the cigarette butt burned his fingers, and Mo Yaochen suddenly came to his senses. He shook his hand, and a piece of skin was burned on the pad of his index finger.

He pressed it hard, turned around and walked out of the study.

As soon as he opened the door, the fresh air rushed into his face, but Mo Yaochen didn't feel very comfortable. He walked to the door of the master bedroom, but his outstretched hand paused.

He knew she was inside.

Maybe I slept, maybe I didn't sleep, maybe I was glad that he wasn't allowed to touch me, maybe I was worried that he would find something...

Every day around him, she lived so cautiously, walking on thin ice, right?

No matter what, he pushed the door open and lay next to her. He was still a stranger.

Mo Yaochen took back his hand that was suspended in mid-air, turned around and walked downstairs.

When passing by the living room, he saw her bag on the sofa.

Bao Zaoyue always likes to put things around. When they first lived together, she could not find a broom while sweeping the floor.

He said she was stupid because she was short, but she couldn't change it. Later, although Mo Yaochen would still say it, he would help her put away the things she threw away.

It has become a habit.

It's like he's used to having her when he comes home.

Mo Yaochen walked over with long legs. He picked up her bag, opened it and rummaged through it without making a mess, but he didn't find the small medicine bottle.

How could she still be here?

He raised the corners of his mouth mockingly and threw the bag back on the sofa.

Emetics are very irritating to the stomach. His stomach is not good at all. Vomiting once will cause stomach pain for a long time and aggravate gastritis.

So Mo Yaochen originally wanted to replace the medicine in Bei Wanxing's hand so that he wouldn't have to induce vomiting, but it turned out that his idea was too simple.

She couldn't be stupid enough to put the medicine bottles in the same place, she would definitely hide them in a different place.

The house is so big that it would be impossible for him to find her at the moment, or maybe...she is not hiding here at all.

She was always on guard against him.

In fact, he didn't need to take the medicine and directly arrested her to threaten the Bai family. This would be tantamount to seizing the Bai family's leverage and even gain considerable benefits.

But if you do this, the relationship between them... will be completely broken.

They have truly become enemies, and it is impossible to even maintain the status quo...

He didn't want to pierce the window paper, and he couldn't pierce it.

He would rather continue like this, with her deceiving him and harming him, and him pretending to be deceived by her. At least he could see her every day, hold her and listen to her calling her husband, and eat the meals she cooked...

No matter if she is sincere or not.

If you can't win hearts, at least you can keep people.

So he would rather drink the medicine and then induce vomiting, just to maintain their relationship, make her think that he has successfully administered the medicine, and make her willing to stay longer...

But how long can it take?

She will eventually leave, and it is impossible to really spend her whole life with him. Will he still beg her when the time comes?

Does he have to be her?!
Chapter completed!