Chapter 3: Waiting for Him to Come Back

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The night is getting dark.

Without the hustle and bustle of the festival and the sound of firecrackers, everything returned to the normal tranquility of the night. The snowflakes were still falling silently, and there was already a thick layer of snow on the ground.

The Mo family's villa was very quiet at the moment, Li Qin and the two servants at home had fallen asleep. Only the master bedroom on the second floor was still lit in the whole house.

He Xiyan was busy in the room by herself. She took out a set of dark blue high-end tencel four-piece suit from the closet and replaced the bed sheet and quilt cover that had been covered for ten days.

His husband, Mo Yixuan, has a serious obsession with cleanliness. He hates seeing anything unclean and untidy, even a single hair on the ground. It looks disgusting. So she cleans their bedroom every day.

After laying the bed sheet, she went to the bathroom to find a rag, and wiped the bedside cabinet and the coffee table next to the sofa clean and spotless. After wiping, she carefully checked the floor of the room, including the bathroom, etc., and picked up the few hairs she had fallen.

The door of the room was pushed open.

The man who came in was wearing a well-fitting black suit, his long legs were straight, and his figure was comparable to a male model in the fashion industry; his face was also very delicate, with dark eyes as deep as night, a straight nose bridge, and thin lips lightly pursed, elegant but elegant. It was as cold as snowflakes falling outside.

"cough……"

He put his hand to his lips and coughed twice, the sound was very small, but it still reached the woman's ears.

He Xiyan turned around, raised her head and met the man's Wufeng Wuxue black eyes.

"Yixuan..." she called out sweetly, and a smile opened on the corner of her mouth. Stretching out her hand, she habitually took off the black suit jacket on the man's body, and patted the gray layer that might have fallen on it.

"It's cold outside." She shook the man's hand, which was indeed colder than her own.

"Wait, I'll help you fill in the water, so you won't be cold after taking a hot bath." She said with concern, and turned towards the bathroom. But as soon as she took a step, her hand was pulled.

The man's hand was much bigger than hers. The big hand held the small hand, and a familiar warmth was transmitted through the fingertips.

"I'm hungry, Yanyan..." The man suddenly spoke, his voice was deep and distant, and his indifferent face finally showed some expression.

"Okay, I'll get you a bowl of noodles, just wait a minute."

He Xiyan went to the bedside and picked up the remote control of the air conditioner to increase the temperature in the room by two degrees, then turned around and quickly ran to the kitchen on the first floor.

The bedroom suddenly fell silent. The man narrowed his eyes viciously, but when he opened them again, there was an imperceptible sense of anxiety. He glanced at the room that was too familiar to be in. The room was clean and tidy, spotless, not even a hair, just like three years ago.

Turning his gaze again, he saw another piece of clothing with a hang tag on the sofa. It was a large windbreaker, which was just right for the clothes he was wearing now. His slender fingers picked up the piece of clothing, he unfolded it, and then put it on his body.

Soon his body became much warmer.

A familiar message notification sounded, and the silence in the room was also broken.

The man took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and his dark eyes scanned the messages displayed on the screen.

Seeming to be irritated again, he turned off the screen directly. But the voice came again, sending five or six messages one after another.

Taking out the phone again, he pursed his lips, typed a few words on it with his fingers and sent it. Then he turned off his phone and threw it on the sofa.

As soon as He Xiyan came in, she saw her husband anxiously holding his phone and seemed to be answering someone's message.

She opened her mouth and her face became a little pale.

How many times is this the first time? Why does someone want to send him a message every time he comes back recently?