Hidden Marriage Secret Love: President Mo’s Love ’til the End

Zhou Hao glanced at her and said, "Then be careful."

Didn't ask anything, didn't ask what happened, didn't ask when he would go back, didn't ask if he needed help.

Not interfering with each other's private space and giving each other freedom was his way of getting along. Jiang Chuchu thought she was used to it, but the pain in her heart reminded her that sadness had nothing to do with the length of time or whether she was used to it.

When Zhou Han saw that something was wrong, he immediately pulled Zhou Hao's sleeve and began to change the subject, "Brother, why did you come here? This dish is almost cold. These are all ordered by Chu Chu and are your favorites. "

"It's okay, just eat it when it's cold." Zhou Hao sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating. He didn't explain why he came so late. He gave a very casual answer, but in Jiang Chuchu's heart, it was a sign of guilt.

She carried her bag, left the dining table, and left the hotel.

Jiang Chuchu was filled with rage, and his whole body was on the verge of explosion.

However, she went to Tianyu excitedly, but learned that Jiang Mo was not in the company. She suddenly returned the money. They hadn't seen each other for three years and they were already unfamiliar with each other. She was so unfamiliar that she didn't even have her current mobile phone number. Know.

Standing on the street in autumn, looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street and the constant flow of vehicles, Jiang Chuchu laughed sarcastically, laughed sadly, and burst into tears.

They grew up together, went to school together, ate together, went shopping together, got into trouble together, laughed together, cried together, and got drunk together.

Once upon a time, they were the people who trusted each other the most and understood each other best.

But now, she doesn't even know her mobile phone number or where she lives. It's really ironic.

In the evening, the dusky sky was a fiery red, gradually spreading to the horizon.

The setting sun exudes fiery red light, stretching the figure of the person.

The evening wind blew off the remaining leaves from the sycamore trees on the roadside, flying up and down in the air, swirling, and finally falling to the ground.

One piece happened to fall on Jiang Chuchu's shoulder. She tilted her head and reached out to take it. The withered yellow leaves have clear veins and a small hole in the middle.

Jiang Chuchu had an idea, took out his cell phone, found a familiar name in his address book, and dialed it.

When I was in college, I liked to take pictures of leaves with holes for a while. Among them, there was one person who was the most artistic.

The phone is connected at this time.

"Mu Rao, do you know Jiang Mo's mobile phone number? I have something to ask her about, but I can't contact her now."

"What? Jiang Chuchu, your reason has finally defeated your love brain. You have realized your mistakes and discovered Zhou Hao's true face. Are you looking for Momo to apologize to her?" Mu Rao said sarcastically.

Jiang Chuchu's anger was instantly ignited. Thinking of that photo, Lao Gao's anger surged, "You don't know anything, how come you think it's my fault and not Jiang Mo's fault?"

"She stole my boyfriend, she was sorry for me, it was her fault, why should I apologize to her?" Jiang Chuchu shouted excitedly.

"You are still stupid, I shouldn't have expectations." Mu Rao's voice was extremely cold, and he had no patience at all.

"Mu Rao, don't hang up. Where does Jiang Mo live? Her contact information!" Jiang Chuchu yelled angrily.

"Yun Shuijian." Mu Rao hung up the phone impatiently.

Jiang Chuchu still had some abilities. Three years of experience had made her grow a lot. Although she only knew the name of the community, she showed up at Jiang Mo's house in just three hours.

Jiang Mo was a little shocked when she saw Jiang Chuchu, but it was only for a moment before she returned to normal and invited people into the living room.

Jiang Chuchu calmly looked at the spacious and bright living room. The decoration style was simple, high-end but not cozy.

There is a large plate of big cherries on the pure wooden coffee table, and there are several brightly colored pillows piled on the plain sofa. The yellow Pikachu is lying casually on the side, and it looks like it has been put down casually just now.

There are several pots of pothos climbing on the flower stand on the balcony, and the roses are in bloom, making the whole living room full of life.

Jiang Chuchu was in a trance. At this moment, it seemed that she had returned to the time before Jiang Mo left. The style of her bedroom was like this. It looked comfortable, leisurely, and very romantic. At that time, they all said that she enjoyed life very much.

Jiang Mo boiled water to make tea and said smoothly, "How about black tea? There are no oranges at home." Jiang Chuchu likes to drink orange juice.

The slightly hoarse questioning voice brought Jiang Chuchu back from his thoughts, "It seems that you have lived a good life in the past three years." The tone was harsh and somewhat sarcastic. There seemed to be something else underneath the sarcasm, but Jiang Mo did not delve into it.

She never liked to embarrass herself, and naturally she didn't bother to tell others about her misery and let others sympathize.

"fine."

After two words, the teapot was steaming, washing and brewing the tea. The steaming tea and the exquisite small ceramic teacup were pushed in front of Jiang Chuchu.

"I know you don't like tea, just drink it as water." The attitude is casual, not awkward, not strange, not alienated, and there is no anger or hatred from her.

It was as if nothing had happened. They were still living at home as before, and they were still the best sisters.

Jiang Chuchu was in a trance for a moment, but it was only a moment. She picked up the small ceramic tea cup and put it down again the moment her lips touched her lips.

"I'm not here to drink tea today. I'm asking you, how can you let me go, let Zhou Hao go, and don't contact him again!"

Jiang Mo was in a daze, then smiled, picked up the teapot, and brewed it for the second time, "It seems that you have really stayed with Zhou Han for too long, and you have caught her problems."

"What does this matter have to do with Hanhan? Don't blame Hanhan for everything! I'm just asking you, can you stay away from me and Zhou Hao in the future!"

Jiang Chuchu's words were full of anger, and the veins on his forehead were clearly visible.

Jiang Mo took a sip of the tea in the cup and remained calm and calm in the face of her question, "I think you should tell your boyfriend this and tell him not to come to me just because of his precious sister. I am People who have to work are not in the mood and have no time to deal with him.”

This disgusting tone made Jiang Chuchu feel that something was wrong. She frowned and said, "You didn't kiss Zhou Hao today?"

"puff--"

She squirted out all the tea that was in her mouth, and coincidentally it sprayed all over Jiang Chuchu's face and body.

The sudden change made Jiang Chuchu freeze. He lowered his head and looked at her off-white suit jacket and her tea-stained hair. She stared at Jiang Mo with burning fire in her eyes.

Jiang Mo quickly took out a few tissues and handed them over, suppressing a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you really can't blame me for this. It's your words that were so unbelievable that they shocked me!"