President Mo, Your Ex-Wife Ran Away Again!

Next day

Shen Xilan got up out of the soft bed with a sore body. There was no one else in the room except her.

She was unaware last night, but the amazing thing was that when she woke up, she actually remembered the details clearly.

Shen Xilan's cheeks turned red and white, constantly changing.

She couldn't wait to smoke herself twice.

If you insist, maybe the effect will be over.

Although Mo Jingsen kissed her, he did not continue, but threw her into the bathtub.

If she doesn’t get up from the bathtub, hug Mo Jingsen from behind, or kiss his wet back, it won’t happen that there will be a big one on the glass behind the bathroom. Little palm print is such a thing.

Shen Xilan lifted Boss over her head and wailed.

Because she remembered the forgotten scene just now.

Mo Jingsen asked: "Who is your husband?"

She had just been relieved, a little conscious, but unconscious, sobbing softly, she replied, "Mo Jingsen."

Mo Jingsen was annoyed and asked again: "Who is your child's father?"

She replied: "Mo Jingsen."

Did she explain everything to Laodi last night? Na Sitian...Mo Jingsen won't go to Sitian, right?

That is her daughter, Mo Jingsen would never want to grab her!

Shen Xilan pulled away the quilt in a spirit of getting out of bed, but met the man's deep black eyes. Her body stiffened, and she quickly retracted, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt.

"Wake up?" Mo Jingsen wrapped a bath towel with eight packs of abdominal muscles exposed. He wiped his wet hair with the towel, and glanced at Shen Xilan faintly.

What does it mean to be so plain?

Shen Xilan quickly went through the conversation between the two of them last night, and found that she had said the same three words from beginning to end, Mo Jingsen.

No matter if Mo Jingsen asked or didn't ask, she just spoke and it was Mo Jingsen.

Although she answered the truth, he was afraid that he did not believe it?

Shen Xilan moistened her throat with a dry cough, suppressing the speculation that was surging in her heart, and gave a faint glance: "Mo Tao is your cousin, right?"

Mo Jingsen wiped his hair with his hands, and there was a little complexity in his black eyes: "Yes, you were implicated by me for what happened yesterday. As for later..."

"It was nothing later!" Shen Xilan quickly interrupted Mo Jingsen's words: "You know that I was implicated by you. Although you saved me, I don't owe you. carry."

Want to clear the relationship so quickly?

Mo Jingsen's dark eyes swept toward Shen Xilan heavily, and he walked slowly over, but suddenly bent over to lean towards her.

The man's aggressive breath struck in an instant, and his wet hair even touched her forehead.

Shen Xilan lowered her eyes to avoid Mo Jingsen's cold-like eyes, but saw a few ambiguous red marks on his chest muscles that were caught by nails.

She shrank her neck, pulled a little distance away, dropped her gaze diagonally on the floor, and asked: "What are you doing?"

"You don't need to mention what happened last night. What happened eight years ago, should you give me an explanation?"

So, does he know?

"What's the explanation?" Shen Xilan raised her eyes to look at him, and said dryly with nervousness.

Mo Jingsen stared at Shen Xilan fiercely. When she was awake, what a child, the child's father, damn it, he couldn't ask a word.

Finally, he snorted coldly and asked unwillingly: "You said that I was your first love, did you lie to me?"

"No." Shen Xilan answered simply.

She has no need to lie about this question.

Because it was her first love, she fell so deeply, loved so unreservedly, and it pierced her heart with blood, with layers of scars, but it never got better.

Mo Jingsen's face looked better, but then he thought that she almost married and had children after breaking up, and his face became very stinky again.

"You broke up with me because of him?"

he? Which he?

Shen Xilan was a little confused.

"Is it?" Mo Jingsen frowned, urging Shen Xilan to answer.

No matter who he asked, obviously as long as she answered, the matter would be over.

She is in such a state to talk about this with him here, and she is too passive.

Shen Xilan lowered her eyelashes to block the true emotions in her eyes, and gave a soft "um".

When he got the expected answer, Mo Jingsen's forehead was covered with black lines, and he stared at Shen Xilan fiercely: "Grandpa doesn't need you to look at it, I'm as you wish, so I won't contact you again!"

After talking, he pulled up the clothes on the counter, arrogantly turned and walked out of the bedroom.

But for a moment, Shen Xilan heard the door being closed with a ‘bang’.

fair enough.

Shen Xilan maintained that posture for a while before her pupils gradually focused and looked towards the bedside table.

She didn't notice when she woke up, there were brand-new clothes already here.

It's still a skirt, but a skirt with mid-sleeves that stretches over the knee.

She suddenly remembered the scene of Mo Jingsen frowning when she saw her wearing a sleeveless skirt yesterday.

Shen Xilan shook her head and waved away the thoughts that shouldn't be in her head, put on her skirt and got up, but as soon as her feet were sticking to the ground, her legs were soft, and she hurriedly supported the edge of the bed without falling.

Last night, it was crazy enough.

Shen Xilan gritted her teeth and stood up, and what Mo Tao's thing was calculated on her head, she must tell him how to write the word regret!

As soon as she walked out of the hotel, Mu Ziyun's car stopped in front of her in a sudden stop.

Shen Xilan stopped and saw Mu Ziyun hurriedly getting out of the car and running towards her: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Shen Xilan was stunned, her eyes filled with doubts.

How could Mu Ziyun know that something happened to her, and how could she know that she was here?

It can never be a coincidence.

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