After being reborn, he was taken home by President Mo

There was a faint smell of alcohol and an unfamiliar male scent in his nose.

Jiang Cuocuo stared at the handsome face in front of him for three seconds before he finally woke up!

What did she do!

He almost beat Mo Lixing for being a scumbag and Song Chaoyang!

What about murdering your husband?

Jiang Cuocuo pushed Mo Lixing away with a slightly red face and greeted, "Mr. Mo is back."

Compared to the morning, her voice was much clearer, with a bit of laziness and coquettishness as if she had just woken up.

Coupled with her slightly curved eyebrows and smiling face, she was so well-behaved and docile as if she was not the one who committed the murder just now.

Mo Lixing felt a little stuffy, so he took off his coat and sneered: "You have to measure your own strength when you take advantage of the opportunity to make a sneak attack."

Jiang Cuo Cuo said, "Mr. Mo misunderstood, I just had a nightmare."

Mo Lixing didn't care anymore. He put his coat on the hanger casually and asked, "Why are you sleeping here?"

Wearing a shirt, he had a handsome figure and a muscular waist. Jiang Cuo Cuo couldn't help but think of the lean and muscular waist under his bathrobe that he had seen yesterday morning.

Quickly looking away, Jiang Cuocuo replied: "I didn't answer your call. I don't know which room I can stay in, so I can only wait here for you to come back."

There was a lot of noise at the social gathering, and Mo Lixing didn't look at his phone at all.

Seeing Jiang Cuocuo's uncomfortable look, he pointed to the second floor intentionally, "To the left, the one at the end is the master bedroom."

Master bedroom?

Jiang Cuocuo was slightly startled.

She thought they had reached a consensus on getting married - each getting what he wanted and mutual benefit.

When the time comes, everyone goes their separate ways.

Why let her live in the master bedroom?

"Mr. Mo, is it inappropriate?" Jiang Cuocuo asked.

"What's inappropriate?"

Mo Lixing said coldly: "You are deliberately planning to marry me, crawling into bed and throwing yourself into my arms. Isn't this the intention?"

"..." Jiang Cuocuo.

She had his idea.

But I have no intention of attacking his "person".

Moreover, Mo Lixing was able to restrain himself in the situation like the night before, so he obviously had no interest in women.

Seeing that Mo Lixing was still looking at him with a mocking expression, Jiang Cuo assured clearly: "Don't worry, Mr. Mo, those things will never happen again in the future."

"I will also strictly abide by the previous agreement and not disclose our relationship to anyone. By the way,"

Jiang Cuocuo remembered something and took out a document from his bag and handed it to Mo Lixing.

"This is the divorce agreement I signed. If Mr. Mo meets true love or is tired of this marriage, he can file for divorce at any time."

She didn't have time to prepare the prenuptial agreement and agreement.

Give Mo Li a divorce agreement so that the initiative is still in his hands, which can be regarded as a kind of restriction.

Oh, it was so unique to send the divorce agreement on the night of the wedding.

Mo Lixing took it and flipped through it casually - the marriage ended and the woman left the house.

"Why, you worked so hard to become Mrs. Mo and you don't even get any benefits from the divorce?"

Jiang Cuocuo pretended not to hear the sarcasm in Mo Li's jargon. She said calmly: "Mr. Mo said that greed will not end well."

Hearing this, Mo Lixing sneered, "I still have some self-awareness."

After saying that, he grabbed his collar and went upstairs.

Jiang Cuocuo: "..."

So, where can she live?

Jiang Cuocuo went up to the second floor, found the room Mo Lixing mentioned, and gently opened the door.

It was fully furnished with furniture and beds, but it didn't look like someone was living there.

When he walked into the bathroom, there were no men's belongings inside. Jiang Cuocuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Mo Lixing would not be interested in her.

But she still doesn't want to live in the same room with a man.

She is very disgusted with men now.

The better-looking they are, the more disgusting they are.

She fell in love with Song Chaoyang's face and his sweet words in the first place.

Fallen to the point of tragic death!

She will never trust a man again!

After taking a comfortable shower and sleeping in the living room for a few more hours, Jiang Cuocao felt much more refreshed.

After packing up his belongings, Jiang Cuocuo found the black card in his bag.

Although I couldn't use it to attract Mo Lixing, I still had to give an explanation for using his money.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Cuocao walked out of the room.

Mo Lixing was processing emails in the study, and there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Mr. Mo."

Looking up, Jiang Cuocao walked in.

She put on loose house clothes and covered the marks on her forehead with bangs.

Different from how embarrassed she was during the day, she is clean and fresh now, and her face is white and pure after her makeup has faded.

And she held a small tray in her hand. In addition to a bowl of steaming soup, there was also a glass of milk.

Mo Lixing frowned, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Cuocuo walked over and placed the tray on the desk.

He said gently and politely: "I saw that Mr. Mo had drunk wine, so I cooked you a bowl of hangover soup and made a cup of milk to help you sleep."

Listening to the entertainment gossip yesterday, Mo Lixing's insomnia problem seems to have not been cured yet.

She was afraid that what she was going to mention next would make Mo Lixing unhappy.

So I specially prepared these for Mo Lixing.

After all, you won’t hit someone with a smiling face.

While talking, Jiang Cuocuo handed the sobering soup to Mo Lixing, "Drink this first."

The stretched out slender arms are white and slender.

Probably because she had just taken a shower, she still had the fragrant fragrance after bathing.

The home clothes are wide, revealing the delicate collarbone and faint curves.

Mo Lixing picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then refused coldly: "I didn't drink much, I don't need it."

Jiang Cuo changed the milk: "What about this?"

"Why do you keep trying to persuade me to drink what you made?" Mo Lixing's eyes showed a cold look, "Did you do anything?"

Jiang Cuocuo: "..."

It was because she underestimated Mo Lixing's prejudice against her that the Huairou route would never work.

Jiang Cuocuo put down the milk and took out his bank card from the pocket of his home clothes.

"Mr. Mo, this card returns to its original owner. I have to make money before I can pay you back the money you swiped."

Jiang Cuocuo apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry. I had to borrow Mr. Mo's card before because of no choice. I ask for Mr. Mo's understanding."

borrow?

Mo Lixing sneered slightly, "The way you borrow things is quite special."

Ignoring his sarcasm, Jiang Cuocuo continued: "Anyway, thank you Mr. Mo for resolving my urgent need."

"Then how are you going to thank me?"

Faced with Mo Lixing's confused expression, Jiang Cuocuo was a little embarrassed.

She doesn't have the money now, and I guess he wouldn't care if she did.

How else can she thank you?

Jiang Cuo said carefully: "During the marriage, I will fulfill my duties and responsibilities as Mrs. Mo. If Mr. Mo has any requirements, just tell me. As long as it is within my ability, I will do it."

"I will also be filial to Grandpa Mo and be a competent granddaughter-in-law so that he can be happy and satisfied."

Hearing this, Mo Lixing's face looked pretty good, "I hope you can remember what you said."

He pointed at the black card and said, "I've got the certificate. I'll give you the card for your household use, so that grandpa won't blame me for treating you badly."

"Thank you Mr. Mo, no need, I can make money myself."

Jiang Wuxun followed the trend: "If Mr. Mo is afraid of Grandpa Mo's blame, you can arrange me early to report it."