<h4>Chapter 317: He Had No Other Interests At All</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Larbre Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Larbre Studio


    As soon as Yang Mingyu entered the room, he found something wrong with the man in front of him.


    He put the lunch box on the desk and patted Mo Yixuan on the shoulder, saying in a deep voice.


    “Eat first, Yixuan. This is stewed by the cook, especially for you.”


    Yang Mingyu frowned. Wittingly, he did not mention the name of He Xiyan. Even without a second thought, he knew exactly why Yixuan was so sad and why he cried.


    He did not want to upset him any more, and was afraid that he would continue in a demoralized way.


    Mo Yixuan closed his eyes, his face terribly pale. He waved his hand directly, motioning Yang Mingyu to go out.


    “Take it away, I don’t want to eat it.” He answered coldly.


    How could he have the appetite at this moment?


    Yang Mingyu sat in the chair opposite him.


    With a deep sigh, he really felt sympathetic towards his friend from the bottom of his heart, but there was nothing he could do to help. After all, he was not able to let He Xiyan go back to Mo family again.


    “Eat some, Yixuan. Let bygones be bygones. Besides, she’s living a happy life now. Now that you love her so much, you should be happy for her.” Yang Mingyu said emphatically. He hadforted him so much that he couldn’t find words of constion any more.


    Some mistakes, especially, once you made, you would never have the chance to correct them. This exactly was the case for emotional ones.


    Mo Yixuan slowly opened his eyes, which were totally red even with visible traces of blood. His eyes were also swollen because of the tears out of sadness.


    He opened the lunch box, in which was what he ate often recently, either porridge or soup. Although the food was cooked nice, yet he had no appetite and was tired of eating it as well.


    He scooped a spoonful into his mouth and swallowed it directly. If it were not to fill his stomach, he would not take the trouble to eat at all.


    Over the recent period, he lost some weight again. One hundred and eighty eight centimeters tall, he now weighed only sixty five kilograms, even with no meat visible on his whole body. Bony and skinny were exactly the words to describe what he looked like now.


    Some of his clothes seemed to be a little bigger already.


    Yang Mingyu was somewhat relieved to see that he had finished one bowl of porridge.


    Yixuan had worked only for these two days. He was afraid that Yixuan would note tomorrow and leave a lot of work to him.


    In this way, he would go crazy.


    Mo Yixuan also drank that bowl of soup made from bones. He drank it very fast, even pouring it directly into his mouth. Anyway, having no appetite, he just needed to pour these things into his mouth.


    In order not to let his mother worry, he could only eat like this during this period, eating whatever it was. Even so, he was still getting thinner and thinner.


    In the afternoon, he continued to work in thepany, like a machine, dealing with one document or contract after another expressionlessly. Except for going to the toilet, he had hardly left the office.


    His employees knew that he was in a bad mood, therefore no one dared to ck off in working hours. Even those employees in the executive and secretarial departments, who usually liked gossiping best, were very busy with work, afraid of being fired by their big boss if he was pissed off.


    Since he came back to work, the atmosphere in thepany had changed. Everyone was full of vigor and ambition. The airport project, which had not been finalized before, was also confirmed by the meeting to formally get started in half a month.


    Nowadays, he had no other interests at all. Whether in thepany or at home, he wore no smile. Besides, he would go home directly after work, to take care of his mother, to feed her and to talk to her. Then he would take a shower and go to sleep.