President Mo, Your Ex-Wife Ran Away Again!

Mo Jingsen heard Si Tian's voice, and the hand holding the chess piece paused in mid-air, and then said to Old Mo, "I'll make a call first."

After he finished speaking, he got up and went to the balcony without forgetting to close the glass door.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Old Mo frowned when he looked at Mo Jingsen's back, then turned his gaze to Mo Xin, and asked, "What is the relationship between him and Shen Xilan?"

"This..." Mo Xin was taken aback. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and as soon as he turned his mind, the response plan came out, but he was not in a hurry to answer.

Seeing Mo Xin hesitating, Mo Lao's face suddenly sank: "Tell the truth!"

"Grandpa, I'm thinking about what to say. Brother Jingsen and Ms. Shen are the relationship between the ex-husband's ex-wife, the relationship between the boss and the subordinates, or the relationship between colleagues. What is the relationship?"

Mo Xin was asked by Mo Lao to be called the same as Mo Jingsen, but he had a sense of measure, and this was only the case during the Spring Festival every year. Mo Lao agreed to see that he knew how to advance and retreat, and he was even more satisfied.

Seeing that Mo Xin seemed to be really worried about what to answer, Mo Lao waved his hand to let him sit across from him: "Whatever the ex-husband's ex-wife's, just say the colleague relationship, you come to Jing Sen's chess game."

"Huh." Mo Xin went over and sat down.

Mo Jingsen looked back and saw that Mo Xin had been playing chess with his grandfather, he sat down on the sun lounger on the balcony, with a petting smile, and said, "Uncle wants to sit down too, the clothes I bought for you that day Do you wear it? Do you like it?"

"Well, I like it. I'm wearing it now. The white down jacket I am wearing. Grandma said that I get dirty easily, so she let me wear it for the Chinese New Year."

"In this way, next time I buy a black one, you can usually wear it."

"Well, black is okay." Shen Sitian thought about which black models she saw and whether she liked it, but after thinking about it, she inadvertently saw her godfather holding her mother's elbow, and she was shocked. Feel the purpose of calling yourself.

"Uncle Mo!" Shen Sitian lowered his voice and called solemnly.

"Huh?" Mo Jingsen raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

"Alright! Uncle Mo, tell me the truth, do you want to be my father? That is, do you want to pursue my mother?"

This child.

The corners of Mo Jingsen's mouth curled slightly, and he honestly said, "Yes, do you support it?"

Nonsense, she doesn't support her own father, does she support her godfather?

Although the godfather is also very good, there is still a difference from the real dad.

Shen Sitian sighed a deep breath: "You can have a snack, it's not a question of my support or not. Your love rivals have come to my house, and now they are hanging lanterns!"

Mo Jingsen, who was lying leisurely in the reclining chair, sat upright after hearing the words, and his voice sank: "Mu Ziyun is there?"

"No, although my godfather is also very good, I still support you, don't you? Uncle Mo, you have to come on!"

Shen Xilan, who finally hung up the lantern, breathed a sigh of relief as if she had been liberated, and as soon as she turned around, she saw the excited little appearance hiding in the corner, while doing cheer movements.

She curiously asked: "Si Tian, ​​what are you doing there?"

Shen Sitian was taken aback. Seeing that his mother had hung up the lantern, his godfather also looked over, and said to Mo Jingsen anxiously, "Don’t tell you, don’t worry, I’ll watch it for you, Uncle Mo. Happy New Year."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the call, and everyone got up and went over as usual: "I'm playing, wow, the lantern is hung up, it's so beautiful! So many!"

A dozen landscape trees have been planted on the edge of the yard, and red lanterns have been hung up at the moment. It is so beautiful.

"Are you still angry with your godfather now?" Mu Ziyun asked with a smile.

Shen Sitian smiled: "Where is Sitian really angry with my godfather? You are my godfather."

The little girl's flattering appearance made people laugh.

Mu Ziyun smiled and patted Shen Sitian's head: "Sitian is here to follow who is so good at talking."

"I was born by my mother. Of course I follow my mother. Hey, godfather, I drew a picture. Would you like to see it?"

"Si Tian's paintings, that's natural to see."

Shen Sitian successfully took Mu Ziyun away.

Shen Xilan felt relaxed. She touched her forehead, sweating on her head.

Hanging the lantern was not tired just now, but because Mu Ziyun was so close, I was sweating from nervousness.

She used to stay in the same room with Mu Ziyun all day, even at night, she would not feel uncomfortable, but now everything has changed.

Shen Xilan went to help her mother finish all the quilts, and Mu Ziyun also came over again.

"I haven't been to the countryside for a long time, and I want to go out for a walk, auntie, don't you mind if I borrow Lanlan for a while?" Mu Ziyun smiled and grabbed Shen Xilan's arm and said to Qin Shuying.

Qin Shuying looked at the physical contact between the two and nodded with a smile: "Okay, go."

Although this contact was still separated by the coat, Shen Xilan still frowned unconsciously, and by turning around and walking outside, she broke away from Mu Ziyun's hand: "Let's go."

The countryside is full of natural scenery. Now in winter, there are almost all dry grasses and trees with all their leaves. There are few strands of green.

"The beauty of decadence should be seen, right?" Mu Ziyun said in a low voice.

Shen Xilan, who was walking in the front, paused and looked back at Mu Ziyun: "You have something on your mind?"

Mu Ziyun looked straight into her eyes and asked, "Can I leave the job?"

That feeling came again. Mu Yueyun couldn't see anything in his eyes, and his face was so calm that he couldn't be calmer anymore, as if just asking casually, but she knew that he didn't ask casually.

After a moment of silence, Shen Xilan shook her head firmly: "No."

But she immediately said: "I am not a person who gives up halfway. That is the job I want to do. I will definitely do it well. Ziyun, I have always felt that even in the business field, there is a healthy competition. ."

"What happened last time was beyond my expectation. I didn't expect Chen Qiuman to be yours."

"So because of this, you think I lied to you and began to alienate me, and emptied our eight years of emotions?" Mu Ziyun's mouth had a hint of sarcasm, and his eyes looked at the withered grass and trees in the distance.

She really didn't want to save the contradiction until next year on this New Year's Eve.

Okay, just have a chat.

Shen Xilan moved to Mu Ziyun and asked him to look into her eyes, and said, "Even if I don't agree with this kind of competition, I won't deny everything about you. Where you work is not important, I I also want to cherish our friendship, but, Ziyun, can't we be the same as before?"

"The same? How the same? Can you say, nothing has happened between you and Mo Jingsen?"

"The matter between me and Mo Jingsen does not affect our friendship!"

"But I don't want friendship! Shen Xilan, I like you! I have been by your side for eight years, staying with you, helping you, am I the living Lei Feng?"

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