ried, their good friends insisted they treat them to a meal.After changing their clothes, the two went downstairs. Mom and Dad Wen were watching a shopping program. Wen Jing went out again. The second...Ji Bing didn't know why she had such a strong sense of crisis, but it was strange, inexplicable and just appeared out of nowhere. People say that women's sixth sense is very accurate, she didn't know if her own sixth sense was also accurate.

Because she herself knew that she was sensitive, suspicious, and insecure, if Mo Xiaobai didn't pay attention to her for a day, she would become anxious and afraid of losing him. Her mind would be filled with strange thoughts, wondering if he didn't like her anymore. These thoughts came from nowhere, and she couldn't tell where they originated. This sense of crisis was not the first time she had experienced it, but never before had it been so severe.

Ji Bing had also smiled wryly and even made sarcastic remarks about herself. What was this, she thought Other people had deep brotherhoods, and she was jealous. What kind of emotion was this She couldn't explain it, but there was a real sense of crisis, which made her very uneasy.

Especially when it came to the newspaper, she saw another side of Xiao Bai. From his expression, she could tell how much he cared for the injured man. His eyes were full of him, completely consumed by him, leaving no room for anyone else.

Logically speaking, he's an international star. This news report is always reliable, and entertainment gossip magazines often publish credible information. They wouldn't make things up out of thin air. Someone could write this kind of article only if they had evidence. The evidence is the closeness between Xiaobai and his brother. She felt a strange feeling in her heart, but she didn't know where it came from.

Pike could only comfort her, telling her to stay calm and wait a few days for everything to return to normal.

Ji Bing could only do so.

Having said that, she had no other choice.

……

Mo Xiaobai had been pretending to be poor for a while, then went downstairs and happily brought up the well-cooked porridge for Mo Yao as a late-night snack. He also talked about the benefits of bone marrow porridge, saying it had been simmered for four or five hours and tasted delicious. Looking at the steaming hot porridge with its fragrance and ginger shreds floating on top, Mo Yao's lips curled slightly, and a smile appeared in his eyes. Xiaobai was right, he was considerate and obedient, maybe his death sentence could be forgiven.

Mo Xiaobai said, "This porridge smells so good. I asked Rong Yan Auntie how she made it. She taught me, saying that the texture is especially good. You should try it. If you like it, I'll make it for you again tomorrow."

Mo Yao looked at the fragrant bone porridge in the bowl, his expression softened a lot. This heartless kid was sometimes quite heartwarming.

Mo Yao was about to eat when Mo Xiaobai's phone rang. It was his other phone; he ran up just now and hadn't had time to turn it off. He saw that it was Ji Bing, so he hurriedly picked it up. Damn it, these past two days he'd been busy taking care of the eldest brother and forgot about Ji Bing. She must be overthinking things alone again. He cursed his own negligence, so when he answered the phone, his tone softened, and he walked outside while talking.

To my surprise, it wasn't Ji Bing who called, but Pike.

“Little White, come to the hospital quickly. A thief broke into Ji Bing's house, and someone was injured. They are lying in the hospital now. Come over quickly, she was terrified.” Pike’s voice was full of worry, Mo Xiaobai’s expression turned serious.

"How is she Is she hurt How serious is it What hospital" He fired off several questions in rapid succession, his voice laced with urgency. Pike listened, thinking to himself, ah, he still cares about Ji Bing.

"She's fine, just bumped her head. The doctor said it was a mild concussion, nothing serious, but she needs to stay in the hospital for observation. She wants to see you, you should come over as soon as possible." Pike urged him, Mo Xiaobai heard that Ji Bing was okay, his heart settled down. He hung up the phone and thought about how to tell Mo Yao. As soon as he walked in, Mo Yao looked up at him. His eyes were cold, just like always, showing no emotion.

Mo Xiaobai suddenly felt a strange and indescribable feeling, as if leaving like this was an apology to the big boss. But Ji Bing was in the hospital, he had to go see Ji Bing, he couldn't care about much else.

He tried to lighten the tone, “Boss, I need to head out for a bit. A friend of mine got hospitalized and I need to check on him. You’ll be fine on your own, right”

It should be fine, though it hurts. This place is hidden and no one will find him. He can just go to the hospital to see Ji Bing, come back in a few hours, and still take care of the big brother. Mo Yao looked straight at him, and Mo Xiaobai felt a little choked by this gaze.

He knew he was wrong. He shouldn't have left their badly injured leader alone in the middle of the night, and for hours. It was really wrong. What could he do Ji Bing had gone to the hospital, so all he could do was call a few brothers to guard the villa when he went out. They would keep him updated if anything happened.

When the big boss looked at him with such coldness, he felt extremely uncomfortable, as if he had been seen through. It was a horrible feeling.

“Understood.” Mo Xiaobai thought the boss would ask who was injured, and who was so important that he had to leave for several hours even though he was injured. But the boss didn't ask anything. Mo Xiaobai felt even more guilty. When Ji Bing was in Bali, he asked who was so important that he had to leave. But the boss didn't say a word. Xiaobai felt stifled in his heart and hurried out after throwing out a goodnight.

The blockage in his heart was worse than worrying about Ji Bing in the hospital. Wasn't the boss fond of him Didn't he love him for over ten years But why was he always so indifferent, as if nothing had happened Whatever he wanted to do, he let him do it without asking why, and he didn't care, nor did he feel jealous. Was this the way a lover behaved His father would be in a bad mood if he didn't see his mother for a day. If his mother dared to leave him at night, or when he was injured, his father would definitely make a scene until the sky fell. But Mo Yao didn't. He didn't ask anything, just looked at him and said, "I understand."

Okay, I understand.

It was such a simple sentence, nothing could be heard. Mo Xiaobai sat in the car, started it, but his anger couldn't dissipate, constantly swirling in his mind. He couldn't help but berate himself, "What reaction do you want from the boss Was he trying to stop you" He knew the boss wouldn't say something like "don't go, stay with me." It was impossible for a man to say that. Even if the boss did ask him to stay, he would definitely stay and keep him company instead of going to the hospital to see Ji Bing

Ah… Mo Xiaobai almost immediately wanted to tell himself, yes, he wouldn't stay, so it didn't matter whether the boss spoke or not, but he hesitated. If the boss opened his mouth, would he really go

He found himself unsure, he had almost no way to disobey his older brother since he was a child. His older brother said east, he didn't dare say west.

The car drove down the road, and Mo Xiaobai's eyes lit up. He suddenly remembered something - there was still porridge simmering in the kitchen! No, it wasn't simmering anymore, it was just about to be burnt. The fire was small, but the round trip to the hospital took a long time. By the time he got back, the porridge would be ruined. It wouldn't do to cause an accident either. What if there was a gas leak His elder brother was upstairs sleeping. If he fell asleep and there was an explosion... He slammed on the brakes in a panic, turned the steering wheel, and drove back towards the villa.

He went back to turn off the fire.

When he went back, the place was still brightly lit. He had gotten used to it. Before, when he came back alone, the place would always be cold and dark. At least now it was bright. Sometimes he would walk back with the boss, and his heart would feel warm and content.

He entered the door, went to the kitchen to turn off the fire, walked through the living room just about to go out, suddenly heard a crisp sound from upstairs, like something had been broken, Mo Xiaobai hurriedly ran upstairs, couldn't wait to rush into the bedroom, as soon as he went in, he saw the boss's hands were full of scalding porridge, the bowl was overturned and thrown out, he was struggling to get off the bed, his brows were full of sweat.

“Boss!” Mo Xiaobai cried in surprise, running over. He grabbed a blanket at random to wipe the porridge off Boss’s backhand. The porridge was scalding hot, all over his Moyao hand. His backhand was burned red and almost swollen. Mo Xiaobai hurriedly went downstairs to get an ice pack and apply it to Boss’s backhand. He couldn't help but reproach, "What happened How did you get burned"

Mo Yao seemed to be genuinely surprised, wondering why he'd come back. But the emotion was fleeting, and he said calmly, "It wasn't stable, it was too hot, so I fell."

Mo Xiaobai was both angry and bitter. He hadn't even managed to steady himself before he ended up like this, it was truly infuriating.

This feels just like being scalded with boiling water, or even worse. It can stick to your skin like porridge, and the temperature is even higher.

"Does it hurt" he asked, very worried.

Mo Yao answered effortlessly, "It doesn't hurt."

Mò Xiǎobái was chattering away, when Mò Yáo suddenly opened his eyes and said, "You're such a chatterbox."

Mo Xiaobai felt a knot in his stomach. He was being so verbose, who was he trying to appease Never mind, he wouldn't stoop to his level. When dealing with patients, one had to be tolerant and patient, yes, patient. He clenched his fist in his heart and nodded resolutely.

Mo Yao closed his eyes. Mo Xiaobai was a smart person; he was afraid that Xiaobai would see through him. He began to feel like he was being...a little pathetic.

The spilled porridge was intentional. Even sick, he wouldn't miss the noises downstairs. He knew Xiaobai had left and returned, so he knocked over the bowl, letting the boiling porridge cover only his back, deliberately covering Xiaobai as well. This way, the pain would be more intense, more convincing.

He's really such a jerk, using underhanded tactics to get Xiaobai to stay.

How sad, oh, can't we keep him He won't stay even if we try. He'll leave once he processes his pain. All this effort, spilling the porridge and burning himself... why Just to prove how important he is, more important than that woman. Little White would stay for him.

Mo Yao sneered. He really wanted to retort, but he didn't know how. Even if he was scalded, Xiaobai would still leave. In Xiaobai's heart, that person was far more important than him. A phone call was enough to summon him away, while he had to resort to such despicable means just to keep him for a few minutes.

Mo Yao deeply felt that, at this stage of life, it really wasn't worth much, yet he still felt a willingness to do so. Even if it meant staying for another ten or fifteen minutes, he was willing to.

Oh, Xiaobai, Xiaobai, you are truly my heartache, my poison.

Never again in my life.

Look, for you, I even stoop to such pathetic tricks. I've become like a woman, making such a fuss and humiliating myself.

When he heard Xiaobai's return, he wanted to do this, and he did it. But he regretted it, he shouldn't have done this, really, he shouldn't have. He shouldn't have let himself be like this...

It's no use regretting it now.

Mo Yao wasn't someone who pretended to care. If he didn't want Xiaobai to go to the hospital, he wouldn't say anything to make him go. Unless Xiaobai himself said he wanted to go, then he wouldn't stop him. He wouldn't obstruct Xiaobai's decisions.

After applying ice for a while, Mo Xiaobai discovered that his burn was really serious. He had no choice but to take medicine over to apply it. Mo Yao wanted to refuse, but after all, wasn't this his purpose What was there to refuse Just putting on a show. So Mo Yao didn't organize Mo Xiaobai to apply the medicine and wrapped it with a layer that looked like two steamed buns.

He was right in front of him, bowing his head to treat his wounds. His presence filled the space, his collar open, revealing skin on his clavicle that was delicately beautiful. He rested his head down, exposing a stretch of pale neck, its graceful curve making one's heart race and imagination run wild.

He just had to take another step, and his lips would be touching his skin.

That must have been a wonderful feeling.

Mo Yao smiled bitterly, his throat rolling a few times. He turned his gaze away; he didn't want to lose face in front of Xiaobai. He couldn't afford to lose face.

Mo Xiaobai didn't seem to notice anything. After he carefully bandaged his wound, he finally looked up at the leader and started tidying up the room. In a short while, everything was cleaned up, and he changed the bedding. Luckily, the sheets weren't messed up, and luckily their house had two sets of bedding.

He didn't ask anything, and Mo Yao didn't say anything either. The two of them were taciturn, as if they didn't need to say anything at all. Mo Yao felt that Xiaobai might see through this ruse. If he did, he would definitely laugh at him and look down on him.

So, he's pathetic, isn't he Using such shoddy tactics for what He wants to slap himself.

He wanted to grab Xiaobai and ask him, what exactly do you want

What exactly do you want It's something you want, and I can't give it to you.

Xiaobai's phone rang again. He walked out of his room, downstairs, and finally answered the call. It was Parker again, asking him when he would be at the hospital. Xiaobai said, "Has Ji Bing fallen asleep yet"

"She fell asleep and woke up again. I said, 'You should come over,' she said, 'I'll wait for you.' "Where to" Pike asked. Mo Xiaobai smiled faintly and said in a low voice, "Give the phone to Ji Bing, let me talk to him."

Pike nodded and gave the phone to Ji Bing. Ji Bing took the phone and smiled, "Xiaobai, are you really coming I'll be waiting for you."

That cool tone was something he really liked to hear, even loved it. He liked that kind of intonation, just like the big brother's, but now her voice had a smile in it, softer by far.

Mo Xiaobai asked, “How did a thief get into our house Wasn't the door locked”

Ji Bing said, "It was the French window. I forgot to close it, and the thief came in through the French window. He wanted to steal things, and we argued. He pushed me down, and I fainted. Some jewelry and cash were missing from the house."

Mo Xiaobai couldn't help but scold, "If something is lost, it's lost. Just give him what he wants. Why argue with him Luckily it's a minor injury, what if it were serious"

Season Ice said flatteringly, "It's nothing, it's nothing, just a little scratch. Don't worry."

Mo Xiaobai hummed softly, still feeling she hadn't protected herself well. Ji Bing was quite aggrieved, but she didn't intend to dwell on the topic. She asked, "It's very quiet over there. Are you driving Pike said you left half an hour ago, so you should be here soon."

Mo Xiaobai felt a little guilty. He didn't know how to tell Ji Bing, and Ji Bing seemed to notice something was wrong, asking, "Didn't you come"

Mo Xiaobai said, "Ji Bing, I'm so sorry, my brother had a little accident. I'm not comfortable leaving him alone at home, so I won't be able to come see you today. How about I visit you tomorrow morning I promise I will definitely go."

Ji Bing remained silent. Mo Xiaobai thought to himself, "Her injury isn't serious, so it's not a big deal if I don't go. Anyway, Pike is here, and I trust him completely. But there's no one at home, and even though I called people to keep watch, no one came to take care of the eldest brother."

He was really not at ease.

"Really"

"It's true that I was hurt, and the wounds aren't healed yet." Mo Xiaobai said.

Season ice whispered softly, "Little White, your brother is injured, but I'm also hurt. I'm afraid too, and I need company. Why can't you stay with me" His brother's injuries have been healing for days, how could he still be so uneasy

"Ji Bing, I will definitely go see you tomorrow morning."

"As you said just now, you came but in the end, you didn't. You don't have to come, I don't want to see you. Xiaobai, what do you think of me Do you even consider me your girlfriend Am I dispensable to you Your brother was injured, and you didn't care about me. When I got hurt and went to the hospital, needing your company, you didn't care either. What am I What am I to you" Ji Bing was heartbroken, almost screaming with pain as she uttered these words. Once she finished speaking, she hung up the phone without listening to Mo Xiaobai's explanation. Mo Xiaobai didn't want to explain anything either.

He could tell Ji Bing that his brother was the godfather of the Mafia. If he was alone at home, what if an enemy came looking for him What would happen if his brother got hurt He could tell Ji Bing that his brother loved him, that he was helpless in front of his brother. His brother wanted to do something, and he obeyed, no, almost blindly obeyed. But why He couldn't even say it himself. Could he tell Ji Bing all this

No!

He couldn't say it, he could only swallow it himself.

Mo Xiaobai leaned back on the sofa, thinking about Ji Bing's words in his mind, "What do you think I am" He smiled wryly. How could Ji Bing ask that Wasn't he caring enough for her Didn't he protect her enough

He gave her almost everything he could.

Then what else do you want, Ji Bing I haven't given you everything yet!'s affairs. Long Chengtian wanted Wu Shuang to go to Eastern Europe with him. Since the Middle East issue had already been resolved, he didn't need to go back there anymore. His main base was in Easte...