President Mo, Your Ex-Wife Ran Away Again!

Mo Xin saw that Mo Jingsen was not interested, so he put down the medicine bottle: "Okay, if you feel uncomfortable at night, call me."

He closed the window, drew the curtains, and exited the room lightly.

Mo Xin gently closed the door, but turned around and smashed into the girl who suddenly rushed over. He reflexively fished out and hugged the person in his arms.

"Mo Xin, you scared me!" Mo Shu complained.

The familiar tone and familiar breath gave Mo Xin a sense of resurrection.

His hand was on the girl's slender waist, and he felt nostalgic, but his sanity quickly returned to the basket, and his hand was as hot as it was. He quickly took it back, concealed his gaffe with a light cough, and said, "Why is it still like this? Reckless."

Unconsciously, Mo Shu stretched his hand over Mo Xin and went to push the door: "I'm looking for my brother."

"Just fell asleep, come tomorrow." Mo Xin's five fingers clasped Mo Shu's head and walked out.

Mo Shu waved Mo Xin's hand away, and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm twenty years old, don't be like a kid to buckle my head, am I a big girl?"

The big girl, can't you have this kind of intimacy with him?

Mo Xin glanced at his frustrated hand, a flash of sadness flashed across his eyes.

"Hey, my brother really wants me to go to work, Mo Xin, can you tell my brother, let me play for another one and a half years, I'm only 20 years old, I have to go nine to five."

"Didn't you just say that you are a big girl? When you grow up, you should take your own responsibilities."

"It's fine if the company has my brother. Where can I be responsible? You also said that I have grown up and I haven't been in love yet. Can't you give me some time?"

Yes, she has never been in love, she is still looking forward to pure love.

And she is so beautiful, so beautiful that no one can blaspheme, what kind of man should be worthy of her?

Mo Xin stared at Mo Shu in a daze.

Mo Shu was taken aback by the look, and raised his hand in front of Mo Xin and waved it: "You won't look at me, right?"

Mo Xin woke up immediately, and left a sentence of "thinking about things" and wanted to escape.

"Eh" Mo Shu reached out and grabbed Mo Xin's clothes, tilted his head and asked, "I heard my mother say, Sister Qiaoshan, is dead?"

Just to hold him to ask this?

There was a touch of disappointment in Mo Xin's eyes, and he hummed a word of "um" from his nose, which was considered an answer, then waved her hand away, and walked away.

Mo Shu chased after him, while muttering: "Why is she dead? I heard that she was playing too much, so she died."

"How can you play dead? What are you playing? With a man?"

"Hey, Mo Xin, you tell me, are you really playing things like rolling and rolling?"

Mo Xin's forehead was already violent because of his patience. Because of Mo Shu's last sentence, he finally couldn't bear it.

Turning around and closing the door, stretched out his hand on the door, surrounded the girl who followed his room all the way to his sphere of influence, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you think it's okay to discuss this with a man?"

Mo Shu looked at Mo Xin in a daze, only to realize that he was so tall that she reached his shoulder?

But it was funny that he was talking about men so seriously.

Mo Shu laughed haha, "Are you a man or my brother, what can't you tell me."

Mo Xin's body and mind were frozen. He retracted his hand and walked towards the room, poured a glass of water and drank: "Don't be curious about these dirty things."

"Dirty? Seriously, I used to worry that Sister Qiaoshan would really be my sister-in-law. My parents have that meaning, and my grandfather doesn't object. And you, didn't you know Sister Qiaoshan well before? It seems that she is dead, and everyone doesn't care much?"

"I'm not familiar with her." Mo Xin clarified the relationship.

In his impression, although Qiaoshan was always sick when he was a child, he was arrogant and domineering. Anyway, he would hide when he saw it, but Qiaoshan always likes to ask him about Mo Jingsen's whereabouts, so it is inevitable that there will still be The intersection.

But what is left of the intersection is nothing but disgust.

So the news of Qiaoshan's death couldn't make waves in his heart.

"Oh." Mo Shu replied absently, then walked towards Mo Shu and asked in a low voice: "Mo Xin, have you seen Mu Ziyun during this time?"

Mo Xin turned his head abruptly, looking at Mo Shu's red face, his heart sank suddenly.

Seeing that Mo Xin didn't answer, Mo Shu stretched out his hand to grab the corner of his clothes and pulled it gently. With a pair of clever eyes full of help, he softly shouted: "Brother Mo Xin~"

When she was twelve years old, she began to call his name, no matter what he said, she would not call him brother.

Now because of another man, she called.

That man is still the opponent of the Mo family, Mu Ziyun.

He should have stopped sternly, but he was reluctant to see disappointment in her eyes.

Mo Xin said hoarsely: "Are you worried about his injury? Don't worry, he is fine. I only saw him in Tiny yesterday."

Tiny, the world's top luxury menswear.

He went to look for Mo Jingsen's clothes and met Mu Ziyun who was measuring the size there.

Mo Shu breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and stretched out his little finger to pull with Mo Xin, and said coquettishly: "Brother Mo Xin, we are all hooked. If you are asking about Mu Ziyun, you must not be with my brother. Speak."

After she finished speaking, she let go of Mo Xin's hand, smiled and turned around and left.

Mu Ziyun's body recovered, she had to endure it for two months, and waited until her brother was completely relieved that she was not so tight before she could see him.

The next day.

Mo Jingsen woke up and saw his father sitting in his room.

He moved, and after a night, his knee hurts badly and his nose is still a bit stuffy.

"Dad, when did you come in?" Mo Jingsen put his hands on the bed and sat up halfway.

"Just come, come to see you, your voice has changed, and you have a cold? See Dr. Li to have a look." Father Mo said while sitting on the sofa.

Mo Jingsen shook his head: "No, you are because of my mother?"

My father is weak-tempered. Maybe his personality is too much like his mother, but he was raised by his grandfather. His temper is a little colder. My father has never talked much with him and cared little, saying that he was worried that he came to see him. impossible.

Father Mo's eyes were a little vacant, he glanced around, and then said: "Your mother just likes to be suspicious. I finally found something I like, so she started to take care of everything! I said divorce, too. It's just to scare her."

"Do you have a woman out there?" Mo Jingsen asked calmly.

Father Mo choked, and then said: "How can I ask Laozi like that? I definitely don't have one. It's a few dozen years old, am I?"

"It's good if you know, scare those who are quarreling, there will be conflicts between two people getting along, but if you really have someone out there, and you want to divorce, you think about the consequences, mother is not a woman who can just throw it away. "

Family marriage is not something that can be bullied casually.

Besides, neither he nor Mo Shu are good, but they are both reasonable. In the face of two of the same close relatives, they only help the one who is reasonable.

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