Mr. Mo, Be Good And Marry Me

Gu Li's gaze landed on the stack of documents in the uniform dark blue background folder, secretly guessing which one Mo Shiting wanted to give him.

But Mo Shiting signed for a long time without saying a word.

Seeing that Lu Yang was about to go out with the large stack of signed documents, Gu Li stood up abruptly and became anxious, "Mo Shiting, you're very happy to play with me like this, aren't you?"

Played her like a monkey, made her sit in the office and waited for a long time, but when it was empty, she was about to die of anger.

Lu Yang opened his eyes wide, looked at her, and then at Mo Shiting, his face bewildered.

Mo Shiting nodded his chin and motioned for him to go out.

Lu Yang smeared oil on the soles of his feet and quickly slipped away.

What the **** happened, my lord?

It was him who was going to get a divorce, but in fact, it seemed that he was the one who was abandoned...

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Lu Yang left, and Gu Li wanted to leave, when Mo Shiting said, "I was a little busy just now, so I kept you waiting. Now, let's get down to business."

"What's the matter?"

Gu Li asked angrily.

Mo Shiting gave her a deep look, and then said, "The previous divorce agreement was drafted by your father, and it doesn't fully represent my intention, so—"

"So you're going to re-sign it, aren't you?"

Gu Li interrupted him irritably, and at this moment, his heart shattered into pieces.

Mo Shiting didn't answer her, but took out an A4 document from the cabinet, got up, and walked in front of her.

Gu Li took it in a fit of anger, without even looking at the contents, he picked up the brush and brushed the ground and signed his name.

"okay!"

She put the pen and paper on the table next to her, "The Civil Affairs Bureau hasn't finished get off work yet, so let's go get a divorce now."

Mo Shiting: "..."

Seeing his hesitation, Gu Li endured the heartache and smiled brightly on purpose: "What? Could it be that Young Master Mo suddenly found that he couldn't bear me anymore?"

Mo Shiting: "..."

He lowered his eyes, wiping away the strange light in his eyes, he said solemnly: "Let's go, go to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Gu Li: "..."

She just said angrily on purpose just now, never thought that it was him who couldn't wait to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau...

Gu Li bit her lip and suddenly felt so sad.

If she loves someone so lowly, is she still the same Gu Li from before?

If it goes on like this, she will look down on herself.

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The two went downstairs with their own thoughts and came to the parking lot.

Mo Shiting had his own parking space, and Gu Li happened to park near him.

"Ride in my car."

he proposed.

Gu Li ignored him, walked straight to his car, and unlocked the lock with a beep.

Seeing this, Mo Shiting didn't insist any longer.

He didn't get in until she got into the driver's seat and started the car.

Two cars, one behind the other, slowly drove out of the park.

About half an hour later, we arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau together.

Getting out of the car and looking at this majestic and solemn building, Gu Li felt a little dazed.

The last time she came here, she still found someone to pretend to be Mo Shiting and got married in troubled waters, but this time, he himself was there to get a divorce.

Sure enough, people can't do bad things, and deceiving lies will be countered sooner or later, even if the starting point is good.

Seeing that she didn't move, Mo Shiting raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "Five minutes to go—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Gu Li, "Don't worry, I will never hold you back. Leave today. Go in."

Putting those words down, she never looked at him again, and walked in with her back straight.

Mo Shiting stared at her thin back, and after a while, strode to keep up.

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After a busy day, the staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau stretched.

Seeing that the hall was empty, married couples and divorced couples left after finishing the formalities, they thought, should they be able to get off work on time today?

Looking forward to the arrival of 5:30, who would have guessed that someone walked in in the last two minutes.