My iceberg smiled

Chapter 806 Chen'er really doesn't care about my life or death
Han Mochen was slightly surprised.

He thought that Fang Ci would do everything possible to keep him, but he didn't expect to persuade him to go home.

After hesitating for a while, he looked inside the ward again, and finally nodded.

Fang Ci breathed a sigh of relief.

I can rest for a while.

"Then are you coming tomorrow?" Fang Ci asked.

"It depends on your mood." Han Mochen said lightly.

Fang Ci: "..." Dare to feel cold, young master, are you in a good mood tonight?
Why didn't he see it?
Forget it, since Han Mochen is willing to let go, there is still a chance in the future.

You know, Han Mochen in the past was not even willing to mention Han Ruojiang, and whoever mentioned it was in a hurry, without exception.

Fang Ci felt that it would be better to have a good talk with the two of them after finding out more evidence from that year. Perhaps then, the relationship would improve faster.

After sending Han Mo Chen away, Fang Ci wiped off his sweat and entered the ward.

The person on the bed squinted to peek, seeing if he saw Han Mochen's figure, he sat up involuntarily.

"Where's my son?" Han Ruojiang asked.

Fang Ci said lightly: "Let's go."

Han Ruojiang: "You didn't stop me?"

Fang Ci was tired: "The feet are growing on him, so I can't stop him."

Han Ruojiang suddenly felt a little lonely, twisted the quilt on his body with his fingers, and said aggrievedly: "Chen'er really doesn't care about my life..."

Fang Ci smiled helplessly: "He said he might come tomorrow."

Han Ruojiang's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Fang Ci: "It's just a possibility."

Everything depends on the mood of the young master.

Who knows what mood he will be in tomorrow?
But even the slightest possibility swept away Han Ruojiang's haze.

Maybe it's because he's been lonely in prison for too long and hasn't seen his son for so many years. Even if the other party only stays for a while, it will comfort this middle-aged man who has gone through a lot of vicissitudes.

Fang Ci suddenly felt a little envious, if only his parents were still alive... that would be great.

……

Han Mochen drove back to Longjing Apartment alone.

When they went back, the two bodyguards were still standing guard at the door like door gods.

Seeing Han Mo Chen returning, Qi Qi called out: "Master."

Han Mo Chen: "Is anyone approaching?"

The two replied: "No, everything is safe."

Han Mochen nodded, then opened the door and went in, saying, "Thanks for your hard work."

After he entered, he didn't change his clothes in a hurry, but walked to Han Qianxiao's room immediately.

With a slight twist of the doorknob, the door swung open.

This time the door was not locked.

The room was dim, but the figure sleeping soundly on the bed could still be vaguely seen.

Even though he knew that the other party couldn't hear him, the young man still walked lightly when he entered.

He walked slowly to the girl's bed and sat down slightly.

The other party was sleeping very sweetly, with her cherry lips slightly parted, Han Mochen inadvertently raised the corners of her mouth, reached out and fiddled with the girl's bangs, exposing the other party's smooth forehead, lowered her head, and kissed quietly.

In the dark, the young man sighed and muttered to himself: "Should I forgive him?"

"..."

"Perhaps as Fang Ci said, I really can't live for a few years."

"..."

"I went to see him, he is much older."

"..."

"It's kind of funny that I don't really want him dead."

Obviously wished that he would go to hell back then.

After talking to himself for a long time, the girl on the bed was still breathing lightly and evenly, and Han Mochen waited for a while before leaving the room.

After leaving the room, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

"Xiaozhi, you just said...Master Chen went to see his father."

Brain Zero, acting as a microphone, said, "That's what he meant in his original words."

The girl turned over and the corners of her mouth curled up.

Great, everything... is going in the right direction.

(End of this chapter)