Your wife is a bit fierce

Chapter 208 Hope He Can Be Well

Di Mofan came as usual, holding the materials to be signed.

Lin Muxue was stroking her forehead with one hand, lowering her eyelids, not looking at him, so he dared to stare at her face.

What Di Mofan saw was her haggard and pale face, and her small face wrinkled because of impetuousness. Her skin without makeup was as white as thin paper, which would break if she poked it lightly.

Feeling distressed, he put the information on the table and didn't leave, but hurriedly stood opposite her.

Lin Muxue didn't look up at him, but just held a signature pen and stared at the words on the document. Those words seemed to have turned into astronomical numbers, and she couldn't read a single word.

Seeing that figure still in front of her, Lin Muxue frowned and said indifferently, "What else is there?"

Di Mofan deliberated for a long time before he asked nonchalantly, "Director Lin, are you okay?"

"very good."

"I haven't been to the company for 16 days. Where did Director Lin go? You don't seem to be in a good mood." Di Mofan asked cautiously.

Lin Muxue threw away the signature pen, raised her head, and spoke sharply: "Please don't ask me where I am going anymore, I don't have that much time to explain to each of you, it's fine, go out and work hard."

Although Di Mofan gave her a good impression, but when he was in a bad mood, she couldn't take care of his mood at all.

Di Mofan was obviously taken aback, he wanted to show his concern, but unexpectedly it made her even more unhappy.

He pursed his lips, and said in a low and slightly disappointed tone, "Then I'm going out."

He must have said the wrong thing again. Every time he gets along with Lin Muxue, Di Mofan will go through every word in his brain, afraid of what words will make her unhappy, what words will make her upset, what words will make her right I have a bad impression of myself.

Because he cared, because of the different status, he always positioned himself below her, an untouchable relationship, he could only look at her silently, wanting to care, but he was too small, he couldn't even give her a comforting word. no.

When he reached the door of the office, Di Mofan turned around and paused in closing the door. During the short gap, he fixed his gaze on her pale face for about five seconds before closing the door and returning to his post. .

After a long time, Lin Muxue realized that her attitude was not good, and she could see through the transparent glass wall.

Di Mofan was sitting at his post, buried in his head, not knowing what he was writing, but his expression was clearly melancholy.

Di Mofan doesn't know how to hide his emotions, he is happy when he is happy, and sad when he is sad. To put it nicely, he is just a simple boy.

A bunch of things made Lin Muxue restless, she turned her eyes away from Di Mofan, and tried to get back her messy thoughts, but the more this happened, the more messy her brain became.

This time, I can't wait to contact him, want to know his situation, and want to know how he is doing.

For the first time, I hope he is okay.

There is a cigarette in the drawer. When I feel impetuous, I habitually open the drawer and light the cigarette butt. As soon as the lighter is lit, I remember that there is still a child in my stomach, so I throw it into the drawer again and close it hard.

The whole department knew Lin Muxue's mood today, and they didn't dare to provoke her. Even if they met, they would greet her and slip away faster than anything else.

When Yang Xuan came, Lin Muxue was sitting sideways on the sofa by the French window, raising her head and staring at the three cracks on the glass, like three white mandalas.

When Yang Xuan knocked on the door, Lin Muxue didn't hear her, her eyes were dull, as if no sound could reach her ears.

It was the first time Yang Xuan saw her in a state of despair, she was always indifferent and distant, except for Lin Yeyun's matter, she didn't seem to care about anything.

Lin Muxue like this made him feel bad.

Yang Xuan walked in and coughed.

Lin Muxue raised her head and met Yang Xuan's eyes.

Sit up straight, but still lean on the sofa: "Brother Xuan, what's the matter?"

The purpose of Yang Xuan's coming was not for work. Thinking of not being able to save her at that time, he felt a little guilty and blamed himself. She trusted him to ask him for help at the first time, but he failed her expectations.

Staring at Lin Muxue's pale but still earth-shatteringly beautiful face, there was a sudden soreness in her throat.

"sorry."

This sentence is repeated these days when I am alone, but in front of me, it is like a heavy stone.

Lin Muxue was a little surprised, raised her eyes to look at him seriously, Yang Xuan lowered his head, because he failed her expectations, he didn't dare to meet her eyes.

Lin Muxue smiled lightly: "This matter has nothing to do with you, besides, nothing happened to me." From the beginning to the end, she never blamed anyone. If she could easily take her away from Qingyang Lin Xiao, then he wouldn't blame him either. It's night again.

Yang Xuan hesitated to speak, wanted to ask her about her recent situation, but swallowed the words again, he knew that Lin Muxue never liked being asked about her own situation.

In the end, Yang Xuan just reported Lin Yeyun's recent situation.

Yang Xuan didn't know that this matter was related to Lin Muxue, so he just talked about it briefly, but Lin Muxue already understood it completely.

Due to mental and physical pressure, Lin Yeyun finally fell ill. At first, he stayed in the hospital for a few days, thinking about the company, dragging his illness to work, but the Duan Yao incident completely prevented him from concentrating. I don't go home any more, and spend my days in the company.

"Can you find out where Wan Lengyan is?"

"He is a mysterious person who is elusive and mysterious, and no information can be found."

Knowing that this would be the result, Lin Muxue was not surprised, but said softly, "I see."

Yang Xuan nodded and retreated gently.

In the few ten minutes after Yang Xuan left, Lin Muxue was still in a state of ecstasy, her eyes were empty, as if everything in the world could no longer be seen by her.

After a long time, Di Mofan knocked on the door again, with a document in his hand that urgently needed to be signed, otherwise he didn't want to bother her.

Lin Muxue flipped through it and saw that there was nothing wrong with it, so she signed it.

Di Mofan had nothing to say, took the information handed by Lin Muxue, nodded and was about to go out, but heard Lin Muxue's elegant voice.

"Xiao Di, sit down."

He froze for a moment, then raised his head to meet her eyes, his heart skipping a beat.

Thick eyelashes, black eyes, and clean, fair and delicate facial features made Di Mofan's heart beat uncontrollably, and then he immediately lowered his head and sat opposite her, looking a little reserved.

"Is there anything else Director Lin can do?" She didn't dare to laugh, and didn't dare to ask other things that had nothing to do with work, for fear of making her unhappy again with a single sentence.

Di Mofan's nails sank into his palms hard, he gritted his teeth secretly, hating himself for being worthless, and even envious of Zan Rui's character, who could easily establish a good relationship with Lin Muxue and get along with him as he wanted.

Lin Muxue poured him tea, raised her eyes, and looked at his slightly anxious expression.

(End of this chapter)