President Mo, Your Ex-Wife Ran Away Again!

The boss was very enthusiastic when he received the call from Mo Jingsen. After a while, he realized that he was just thinking of ordering a few takeaways, and he immediately petrochemical.

Mo Jingsen was a bit embarrassed, and coughed dryly, and said, "Let the person who delivered the meal before you come here."

When Shen Xilan saw him put the phone away, she smiled and said, "Tell you to leave everything to Mo Xin before."

"Isn't that his job?" Mo Jingsen didn't care, and pulled Shen Xilan up from the chair: "Sitting for so long, get up and move around."

Shen Xilan stood up with his strength, trying to go outside, but Mo Jingsen did not let go.

She looked at the man's hand unexpectedly and raised her eyebrows.

"Be with you." Mo Jingsen said and led her out of the studio.

She didn't even know that when Mo Jingsen was so sticky, she had to hold a hand at the distance from the room at home to the living room.

But unexpectedly, she kind of liked it.

The corners of Shen Xilan's mouth raised slightly, following his deliberately slowing down.

"You called boss Park She?" Shen Xilan asked.

"Well, don't you like to eat his house?"

She likes it, yes, but Pu She is a high-end private custom-made restaurant anyway. This evening, she has to deliver food. Only Mo Jingsen can do it, but the boss can do it.

Shen Xilan didn't carry this pan, and ruthlessly exposed: "Can you find another phone number that can order takeaways in your phone?"

She looked at Mo Jingsen's pretending look at the potted plants, and smiled: "I have a few shops here that I can call, and I will save it for you later."

"The one I want to call Pu She is that I can value him. Ask the boss if you don't believe me? He wants me to send him off every day."

"Yes, yes, you have a lot of face, mobile phone?" Shen Xilan rushed towards Mo Jingsen.

Mo Jingsen handed it up naturally.

"You turn it on." Shen Xilan glanced at the phone screen and handed it back.

The phone has a fingerprint and a password. She has never seen his phone or asked for the password, because she thinks it's a relatively private thing. They all have their own space, and she didn't want to occupy too much.

It's just that Mo Jingsen didn't seem to care. He let go of her hand and said, "The password is your birthday." He went to the lounge chair by the floor-to-ceiling window and lay down in a comfortable position.

Shen Xilan looked at Mo Jingsenxin's long figure, a little startled.

Does he trust her so much?

It seemed that she didn't do anything worthy of his trust.

"What are you doing in a daze? Is it too troublesome to enter the password, then you take it, and I will record a fingerprint for you." Mo Jingsen reached out to her.

Shen Xilan woke up, shook her head at him, lowered her head to turn on the phone, and found two better entries from her communication log.

During the recording of the phone number, she seemed to find out the problem between her and Mo Jingsen.

There is no doubt that they have feelings, but they have not been elevated on the basis of feelings.

What is the most important thing between lovers?

She believes that trust, respect, and honesty are indispensable.

And now, between the two of them, the only thing that can really be done is probably only respect.

Even though she knew their problem, she couldn't do it completely, at least not now.

Shen Xilan took Mo Jingsen's mobile phone and walked over to him, and sat down beside him, "What are you staring at me for?"

Mo Jingsen raised his hand to lay Shen Xilan halfway in his arms, and said, "Seeing you are absent-minded, the number is correct, right?"

"Is it wrong to record a number? It's too small for me."

"What are you thinking about?" Mo Jingsen's big palm rested on Shen Xilan's head to prevent her from falling.

Shen Xilan rested her head on Mo Jingsen's shoulders, turned sideways slightly, and raised her eyes to look at his sharply curved face: "Mo Jingsen, you used to say that you are not married, are you serious?"

Unexpectedly, Shen Xilan would ask this question. Mo Jingsen unexpectedly lowered his eyes to look at her: "Want to remarry?"

"I asked if you are not maritalistic, how do you think that I want to remarry?" Shen Xilan asked incredulously.

This brain hole, she expressed conviction.

Mo Jingsen raised his eyebrows: "I've been married to you once, and you asked me if I was unmarriage, because I was worried that I would be irresponsible if I ate? So, this is the reason why you haven't trusted me enough? If so, It’s not impossible that we can remarry first and then fall in love."

He had always known that she didn't trust him wholeheartedly, and she thought she was hiding well.

"You think too much." Shen Xilan lowered her eyes to conceal the embarrassment in her eyes, pretending that the two people were lying in the single recliner too crowded and uncomfortable, got up and walked to the other side of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Mo Jingsen walked forward and embraced Shen Xilan from behind.

His chest is wide and warm, Shen Xilan likes it very much, but at this moment, her heart is guilty, it is complicated and unspeakable, and it is difficult to respond to the hug that she likes so much.

Just as Shen Xilan wanted to get out of his arms, he sighed in her ears.

She was taken aback, and listened to him to say gently: "It's okay, Lanlan, it's okay, after all, we are no longer who we were at that time. Don't worry, let's take your time. Trust is not just what you say, it takes time. , But we have."

Mo Jingsen's words seemed to be comforting, but they were very sincere and reasonable.

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