President Mo, Your Ex-Wife Ran Away Again!

Shen Xilan sighed rather helplessly. This girl is in the heart of Cao Ying. After talking so much, there is only one ultimate goal.

Let her take care of Mu Ziyun on her behalf.

"Mo Shu, Ziyun is my friend. As long as he is willing, I don't need you to say this, I will go, but you have also seen that he did it behind the scenes. On the face, he is righteous to me. "

She was afraid of causing Mu Ziyun to become emotional and cause the wound to open. Both the housekeeper and Doctor Ma had problems with her.

She was going to hurt Mu Ziyun one more time, and the two of them were afraid of strangling her.

Mo Shu became anxious when he heard the words: "No, he is really willing to be angry with you, just lose his temper, you don't want to coax him."

Shen Xilan looked at Mo Shu complicatedly: "You are really generous, do you really want me to coax him?" She specially emphasized the coax word.

Let other women coax the man they like.

Mo Shu, do you have deep affection, or are you too young to be sensible?

Mo Shu's face paled: "I used the wrong word. When my brother went to look for me, he had a conflict with Ziyun. He smashed many ornaments in Ziyun's house. I, I don’t even want that, do you know this one?"

"It's also smashed?" Shen Xilan asked in a daze.

Of course she knew about the jade bottle. Her first work still had different feelings. Ordinary is a bit ordinary, but it has a memorial significance.

"It seems that you know that you carved it. I guessed it. I didn't smash it because Ziyun ignored his body and grabbed it. The jade bottle was intact, but he, the wound opened again. When I left, the housekeeper I am rushing to find Doctor Ma."

"Sister Xi Lan, Ziyun's injury is really serious, I beg you, can you help me see him?"

Shen Xilan looked at the appearance of Mo Shu putting down the shelf, and her heart was full of mixed feelings for a while.

She replied hoarsely: "Okay."

"Thank you, Sister Xi Lan, you are so kind to me, I still like to call your sister, no matter what I call you, in my heart, you are my sister-in-law. Don't worry, my grandpa still disagrees with you. Remarry into our Mo family, but I am on your side, and will always be on your side!"

"Yeah." Shen Xilan twitched the corners of her mouth, and didn't want to talk any more: "I'm sleepy, and you should rest earlier."

"Okay." Mo Shu responded, and couldn't help but add in a low voice: "You must visit him tomorrow."

Shen Xilan looked back at Mo Shu, nodded, and turned upstairs.

Mo Jingsen in the room had already taken a shower, and was half sitting on the bed in a white bathrobe, with a laptop on his lap, and his slender fingers dancing quickly on the keyboard.

I washed my hair and looked at it with a towel. It didn't drip, but it was still wet.

Hearing the movement, Mo Jingsen raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Xilan. Without stopping his fingers, he asked, "What are you talking about for so long? Mo Shu wants to ask you about Mu Ziyun?"

"No, the whispers between girls, men, don't inquire."

Shen Xilan walked into the bathroom familiarly and took out the hair dryer: "Why do you always wash your hair at night? If you don't dry it, it will cause headaches."

The same was true during the two years of marriage. As long as he was at home, he always liked to wash his hair at night.

It's just that at that time she wouldn't say these caring words, even if they were fake, she wouldn't say it, let alone question his behavior, she would only say sweetly: "Husband, I'll blow your hair for you."

Then he would sweetly claim credit: "Husband, I'm comfortable blowing, right?"

Then she ignited him without knowing which word, and she would press into Simmons to have a good bullying.

At that time, it seemed that in addition to croaking to please, the other would only express their likes or dislikes by acting in bed.

Outsiders seem to be very affectionate, but in reality it is a very abnormal marriage.

Shen Xilan remembered before and shook her head in disapproval.

She plugged the hair dryer into the power of the bed and the hair dryer buzzed.

"I'm thinking about old things now, would you think too far?" Mo Jingsen squinted his eyes comfortably.

Her hands were soft, holding his hair, and touching her scalp from time to time, which made her feel a kind of enjoyment.

"Where is it far, people are not monsters, can they live forever? You are over thirty, almost one-third of your life has passed." Shen Xilan grabbed his hair and blew it to the roots.

The hair dryer hummed, accompanied by a woman's gentle nagging sound, which gave people a feeling of peace and quiet.

If this is the case until he is old, Mo Jingsen feels that it does not matter how old he is now.

As long as there is her in the days to come, that's enough.

Mo Jingsen closed the notebook and put it on the side of the table, reached out and took the hair dryer that had been turned off in Shen Xilan's hand, and put it on, but her hand was still in his palm.

He pulled her to sit on the edge of the table, leaned over and kissed her.

The tempting French kiss could not satisfy the man who had dried up for a long time. His slender fingers stuck out from the corner of her clothes eagerly, and on her back, he untied the two special buckles skillfully.

The peculiar roughness of a man's hand cocoon touched every nerve through her delicate back skin, Shen Xilan hummed lightly, and raised her chin unconsciously.

Mo Jingsen loosened her red lips and kissed her white neck.

Shen Xilan said hoarsely: "I'll take a bath first."

When Mo Jingsen heard the words, he got out of bed, hugged the person from below, kissed the lips on her neck, and said vaguely: "Your hand is injured. You can't touch the water. I will help you wash it."

In the end, her hands really didn't touch the water.

It's just that it has been tossed over and over again.

After she was hugged to the bed all over her body, she turned around and grabbed his neck, gently rubbing like a baby, and said: "I'm going to see Ziyun tomorrow. He is seriously injured, I don't worry."

Mo Jingsen heard this, "I'm afraid I'll be jealous, so tell me first?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes. If you don't say it."

Mo Jingsen enjoys her rare act of acting like a baby, but he also doubts whether this act of acting is because of the words she will say later.

He knew that Mu Ziyun was special with her, and that she would not like Mu Ziyun, but he still didn't like them being alone together.

"Hey, don't be jealous. The only thing I like is you, Mo Jingsen."

"Really? Who likes Mo Jingsen?" The corners of Mo Jingsen's mouth curled up, and the little unpleasantness just disappeared instantly.

Shen Xilan giggled, rubbing into his arms, and said: "Shen Xilan, Shen Xilan likes Mo Jingsen so much."

Mo Jingsen's deep black eyes were full of emotions. He held her tightly in his arms, took a deep breath, and cursed: "Little fairy."

The husky and swearing words had already revealed someone's desire to come suddenly.

Shen Xilan didn't dare to move anymore, this man was really casual.

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