Extreme Pampering After Marriage

  Chapter 615 Sinking together

  Mo Zhiyun stopped and turned to look at him.

  Meeting her clear eyes, she swallowed back the words that came to her lips, and said with her lips: "It's cold, remember to wear more clothes and take care of yourself."

  Mo Zhiyun felt that what he originally wanted to say was not this, but he didn't ask any more questions. He smiled politely, turned and left the ward.

  Lu Heyun watched her back disappear at the door of the ward, and the repressed nostalgia and reluctance in his eyes dared to overflow wantonly, engulfing himself completely.

  His Zhizhi is living a good life now, so I shouldn't bother her anymore.

   You shouldn't have delusional thoughts anymore, drag her into this quagmire of yourself, and sink together.

  ***

  Jinjin's cold recovered quickly, and there was nothing uncomfortable. As for Lu Heyun, Mo Zhiyun didn't ask again.

  Now they are just a cooperative relationship, and all she can give Party A is polite concern, and cannot cross this boundary.

  The company's business is doing well, and with her identity as Miss Mojia, she has a great reputation in the upper class circles of Mo City, and many events want to invite her.

  Mo Zhiyun didn't want to socialize, so he pushed everything he could, but some invitations from family friends were hard to turn down, so he could only spare time to attend.

  The secretary prepared a turquoise green slit dress for her, and put on a simple makeup, which was low-key and exquisite, showing respect without being too ostentatious.

  Today is an elder's birthday banquet. Most of the business leaders and social elites in Mexico City are promising.

  Most of the people present were familiar faces, and Mo Zhiyun held a champagne glass and chatted with them generously.

   While talking and laughing, a familiar figure came into view, and Dai Mei frowned slightly.

  The famous ladies around her seemed to have seen through her thoughts, and said softly: "This Miss Wen is a big celebrity in the circle recently. Many noble men in Mocheng bow down under her pomegranate skirt."

  Wen Xingchen was wearing a red haute couture, stepped on high-heeled shoes and embraced the young man's arm, following the man gently, like a piece of delicate porcelain.

  Mo Zhiyun lowered his eyes, avoiding the dazzling bright red, and said nothing.

  Wen Xingchen saw Mo Zhiyun, and whispered to the man beside him. The man smiled and touched her head, signaling her to go.

  She stepped on high heels, Shi Shiran walked towards Mo Zhiyun, the smile on her face seemed painted on, without any sincerity.

   "Long time no see, President Mo."

  Mo Zhiyun lowered his eyes, and didn't look at her, as if he didn't hear her greeting him.

  The atmosphere is a bit awkward.

  Wen Xingchen didn't seem to feel it, a faint smile appeared on her red lips, "Mr. Mo, I'm greeting you."

  Mo Zhiyun raised his eyes, lingered on her face for three seconds and then quickly avoided it, and said in a gentle voice, "I'm going to talk to you after you say hello to me?"

   Before Wen Xingchen could speak, she spoke again: "What kind of thing are you?"

   Not to mention her, even the rich second generation who brought her here would call out respectfully when he saw her: Miss Mo.

  Wen Xingchen's face turned pale suddenly, he didn't expect Mo Zhiyun to be so merciless on such an occasion.

  The cruelty flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled lightly and said, "President Mo, I haven't been in touch with Lu Heyun for a long time, why should you worry about it? Or do you still can't let Lu Heyun go?"

  She dug up this paragraph in public, but it was just to imply that Mo Zhiyun couldn't let go of her ex-husband, so she treated her badly.

"I can't let go of who has anything to do with you?" Mo Zhiyun never looked at her, resisting the discomfort caused by the dazzling color, his crimson lips parted slightly, and his voice was indifferent, "You If you have this spare time to care about me, why don't you hug your benefactor father, or you will be snatched away by someone else if you are not careful."

  Looking not far away, the man who brought her was talking happily with a beautiful woman.

  Wen Xingchen frowned, although she didn't care about that man, but today she was his female companion, and he was undoubtedly slapping himself in the face by doing so.

   Ignoring Mo Zhiyun, she turned around and walked towards the man.

  Mo Zhiyun looked at her eagerly, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

  The ladies around her couldn't stand it either, "It's just a blood-sucking bug that depends on a man to survive. Why don't you say that a man can't see through it, and is fascinated by five souls and three ways."

  Mo Zhiyun took a sip of champagne, without the harsh coaxing, he felt a lot more relaxed, "Have you ever thought about it, it's not that men can't see through, it's just that they don't care."

  Because women like Wen Xingchen who are weak and unable to take care of themselves can best arouse their desire for protection and satisfy their machismo psychology.

  The girl was slightly stunned, then she responded with a light smile and said, "Sister Zhiyun, you still see clearly."

  Mo Zhiyun held his lips, but stopped talking.

  The girl next to her had a flash of cunning in her eyes, "A person like this should teach her a lesson."

  Take out the phone from the cosmetic bag as if sending a message to someone.

  Mo Zhiyun could vaguely guess what she wanted to do, but he didn't make a sound to stop it.

   It is my greatest kindness not to let someone throw her out directly. As for what others want to do to her, I am too lazy to care about it, and I don't want to care about it.

  The whole birthday banquet went smoothly, but at the end, Mo Zhiyun got out of the elevator, and when he was waiting for Cang Ming to drive over at the entrance of the hall, he saw three people standing in the corner from afar.

  The middle-aged woman took good care of herself, but her face was gloomy, and she slapped Wen Xingchen **** the face.

  Her rich second-generation boyfriend stood aside, not even daring to fart.

   "Don't pester my son anymore, or I will have your clothes stripped and thrown on the street, so that everyone can see how sao you are."

"mom…"

  The man called out in a low voice.

"Mom, why don't you get the **** out of here?" The lady scolded angrily, "If you continue to get involved with such a dubious woman, I will ask your father to bring back the illegitimate child from outside. Don't even think about sharing a dime."

  The man left behind his mother without hesitation, without even giving Wen Xingchen a wink.

   Wen Xingchen's slender body stood stiffly on the spot, without any response for a long time.

   After watching the excitement, when Mo Zhiyun was about to look away, Wen Xingchen just turned around, and the two people's eyes met in mid-air.

   There was a second of deathly silence in the atmosphere.

  Mo Zhiyun calmly withdrew his gaze, as if he didn't see anything, and glanced outside the door.

  Cangming has not come yet.

  Wen Xingchen was bumped into by her, not only did not run away in a panic, but straightened her skirt and walked towards her with her head held high.

  The reddish half of his face was unabashedly exposed to Mo Zhiyun's eyes.

   "Mo Zhiyun, you must be very proud now."

   [See you tomorrow] Continue to ask for tickets~~

  (end of this chapter)