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Seeing that Gong Mohan didn't seem to hear her, Mo Xuerong didn't feel confident. She instinctively took a step forward, wanting to get closer to Gong Mohan.
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"Mohan, when did you learn to smoke?" Seeing that Gong Mohan didn't seem to want to answer that question, Mo Xuerong changed the topic.
/p
This was also a question that Mo Xuerong found strange. She remembered that when Gong Mohan was with her, he didn't have the habit of smoking.
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How did Gong Mohan develop a habit that he had never had in the past few days?
/p
However, she had to admit that the way Gong Mohan smoked was so damn charming. It was so decadent.
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Evidently, those youthful days had passed in the end. Time had left its mark on Gong Mohan's body.
/p
On the contrary, it made him even more charming. If it was old wine, the longer it was stored, the sweeter it would be. Just like a sword, the more it was polished, the sharper it would be.
/p
Hearing that, Gong Mohan's breath stopped for a moment. Then, there was silence. There was a long silence.
/p
It was so long that Mo Xuerong thought that Gong Mohan wouldn't answer her question like the last time.
/p
But Gong Mohan moved his thin lips and said, "When you left."
/p
Hearing that, Mo Xuerong's eyes widened in surprise and hesitation. It was obviously a very emotional and sad sentence.
/p
Why was it that when Gong Mohan said it so nonchalantly, it didn't seem like he had any feelings at all?
/p
Mo Xuerong even had an illusion that Gong Mohan's nonchalant attitude made it seem like he was talking about someone else's matter, or perhaps he was narrating the plot of a story. In any case, it didn't seem like it was his matter.
/p
But why?
/p
Hearing Gong Mohan's words, Mo Xuerong felt that she had missed a lot. She didn't know if it was because she had a premonition.
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At this moment, Mo Xuerong had a feeling that if she missed out on some mistakes, it would be forever. It was just that she stubbornly refused to admit it.
/p
Perhaps, it was because Mo Xuerong did not come from a good family background that she had to rely on her innate talent to obtain all the benefits. That was why she was lost in material desires.
/p
When you get it, your heart is higher than the sky. When you lose it, you are competitive.
/p
With this kind of temperament, he would definitely take many detours before he would understand.
/p
Mo Xuerong was silent for a while when she heard that. She lowered her head and said, "Mohan, I'm sorry …"
/p
She even grabbed onto Gong Mohan's hand emotionally, as if she was grabbing onto her past that no longer existed.
/p
Gong Mohan withdrew his hand without leaving a trace. Mo Xuerong grabbed onto nothing.
/p
There was a sense of loss in her eyes. "Mohan, I'm really sorry. I was young and immature."
/p
Gong Mohan didn't want to say anything at first. He had already said what he needed to say. But at this moment, he felt that it was necessary for him to say something.
/p
"Mo Xuerong." Gong Mohan called in a low voice.
/p
When Mo Xuerong heard Gong Mohan call her name, she felt as if it was a lifetime ago.
/p
How could she describe this feeling? Mo Xuerong didn't know.
/p
In short, this was the first time Gong Mohan called her name since she came back.
/p
"Huh?" Mo Xuerong couldn't help but feel a little excited.
/p
"What I want to say is that I don't need your apology, and I don't want to hear it." Gong Mohan's voice was calm and decisive.
/p
"Why?" Mo Xue Rong laughed involuntarily. Could it be that her comeback this time had caused people to become so evil?
/p
"Saying sorry doesn't have any real effect. It's just a ritual." Gong Mohan looked at Mo Xuerong's face. "And I, Gong Mohan, don't need a ritual."
/p
"Well, if that's what you mean, then I understand." Mo Xuerong nodded hesitantly.
/p
"It's good that you understand." Gong Mohan lowered his head and returned his gaze to the document.
/p
Mo Xuerong felt that she couldn't understand Gong Mohan's thoughts now. If it was in the past, she might admit that she was the second best, and others didn't dare to admit that they were the first.
/p
But now, Mo Xuerong was still helpless in front of Gong Mohan. But it was right to start from another point.
/p
So, Mo Xuerong wanted to use a roundabout way to advance by retreating and cater to his interest.
/p
"Mohan, I know I may have missed the past and missed love. I also want to listen to your advice to give up the past and start again."
/p
Mo Xuerong pretended to be deep and sad, but her eyes were still fixed on Gong Mohan. She wanted to see Gong Mohan's reaction.
/p
Mo Xuerong guessed that Gong Mohan would definitely have a reaction if she said so.
/p
After all, Mo Xuerong was also good at persuading people. This was the first half of her plan — to cater to his interest.
/p
As expected, when Gong Mohan heard Mo Xuerong's words, he raised his head and stared at her with his grayish-black eyes.
/p
Mo Xuerong felt his gaze on her. She tilted her head to look at Gong Mohan, looked into his eyes, and continued, "Mohan, I can do it. Believe me and please give me time, okay?"
/p
Gong Mohan raised his eyebrows. "As long as you can do it."
/p
"I can try to let you go, and then we can be ordinary friends, okay?"
/p
Mo Xuerong probed further. It was more hopeful to be friends than strangers, and they could get closer.
/p
"I don't need friends." Gong Mohan frowned. He never liked to have female friends, but although he said he would let go of Mo Xuerong, she was still special.
/p
Letting go was probably a hint in his heart.
/p
"But I think you need friends." Mo Xuerong saw Gong Mohan frown, but she didn't give in. Instead, she insisted.
/p
She knew that if she could get through this, things would be different.
/p
If she could get through it, she could be closer to Gong Mohan. If she couldn't, it would be no different from now.
/p
Mo Xuerong held on to this thought and stubbornly persisted.
/p
Gong Mohan looked at Mo Xuerong. He felt that Mo Xuerong was not the gentle and gentle girl in his memory. She had changed.
/p
In the end, he still changed. After all, nothing would stay the same forever. He himself had said that no one would always wait for someone else.
/p
However, Gong Mohan vaguely felt that Mo Xuerong was a bit like Gu Wan. Gu Wan was also like this when she was being stubborn.
/p
Regardless of anything, regardless of everything.
/p
For example, when Gu Wan asked for medicine, he refused, but Gu Wan insisted stubbornly and wouldn't give up until she got what she wanted. Finally, he was moved.
/p
For example, Gu Wan didn't want to be with him and jumped down from a tall building. Thinking about it now, he was still a little scared.
/p
…/p
/p
Gong Mohan thought that these things were small things in daily life and wouldn't leave a deep impression. He didn't know that when he thought about it now, it was like yesterday.
/p
All of a sudden, the corners of Gong Mohan's lips curled up into a slight smile.
/p
Mo Xuerong saw it and was stunned. Gong Mohan's smile was pure and bright. She hadn't seen it for a long time.
/p
She still remembered the time when they were still in university. At that time, she was still Gong Mohan's junior. When the two of them interacted, it was simple and happy. She loved to chat, and Gong Mohan would always smile like that.
/p
"Mohan, you smiled?" Mo Xuerong recalled the past, and her face was a little girlish. "If you smiled, I'll take it that you agree. You can't go back on your word."
/p
Hearing Mo Xuerong's words, Gong Mohan didn't say anything more out of gentlemanly manners, so he didn't say anything.
/p
However, Mo Xuerong had always been a restless person and liked to talk. She was a chatterbox.
/p
Taking a step back, it was rare for her to be alone with Gong Mohan. How could she be willing to stay silent?
/p
She decided to carry out the other half of her plan — to cater to his preferences.
/p
With Gong Mohan's current status, he naturally didn't have any preferences, so he didn't need to let Mo Xuerong have the same bad taste.
/p
Mo Xuerong didn't understand and didn't want to be involved. That would be too slow.
/p
Now, his clearest and most obvious preference was Gu Wan.
/p
So …/p
/p
Mo Xuerong tried to find something to say. "Mohan, aren't you supposed to be in the hospital now? Why are you back at the company? "
/p
Gong Mohan's fingers paused as he flipped through the documents. He frowned and said, "I have something to do at the company."
/p
As he spoke, his voice was calm and did not reveal much of his emotions.
/p
But in his heart, he was a little annoyed. Why did Mo Xuerong mention it?
/p
Mo Xuerong wanted to make faster progress, so she didn't realize the emotional fluctuations under Gong Mohan's calm appearance.
/p
"Then you can have a rest. Go and see Gu Wan. Girls need to spend more time with each other. She needs someone to accompany her when she is injured. "
/p
Mo Xuerong pretended to be indifferent, even though she felt that she was a competent ex-girlfriend. She actually helped her ex-boyfriend and cared about his current girlfriend.
/p
However, in order to catch a big fish, she had to bear it. Mo Xuerong convinced herself.
/p
Gong Mohan didn't realize that there was something wrong. But Mo Xuerong's words reminded him. He didn't know if Gu Xiaotian and Feng Tetsuyuki had gone to the hospital to accompany Gu Wan.
/p
If it was only Feng Tetsuyuki, Gong Mohan wouldn't be at ease to let him see Gu Wan alone.
/p
After all, he was a man. The love in Feng Tetsuyuki's eyes was too obvious. Gu Wan was too innocent to see it.
/p
As Gong Mohan thought of this, the corners of his lips curled up into a smile. It was 30% helpless, 10% sarcastic, and the remaining 60% longing.
/p
They had only been apart for one day.
/p
He tried not to show too much emotion when he spoke. "Someone is with her. There are still a lot of things to do in the company."
/p
Mo Xuerong raised her eyebrows. Her eyes were full of slyness. "Why don't I, as your friend, visit Gu Wan for you?"
/p
Gong Mohan was confused. "Why do you always want to see Gu Wan?"
/p
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