President Mo, Your Ex-Wife Ran Away Again!

Mo Jingsen's warm fingers touched her cheeks, and Shen Xilan took a step back in shock, hurriedly rolled her face away, and wiped two of them indiscriminately.

When the crystal water stains on the back of her hand, she realized that she was crying.

Shen Xilan laughed mockingly, thinking that her heart had been wrapped in copper and iron walls, so she was so vulnerable.

Mo Jingsen, who was refused to touch, frowned slightly: "What did Qiaoshan say?"

Shen Xilan was not surprised that Mo Jingsen would come back, because she saw Aunt Li calling, and her respectful appearance must have been for Mo Jingsen, so she asked Qiaoshan to wait for a while.

She was surprised that Mo Jingsen would know that it was Qiaoshan, and Li did not know Qiaoshan.

Shen Xilan looked at Mo Jingsen inquisitively: "What do you want her to say? Or are you afraid of what she said?"

"What am I afraid of?" Mo Jingsen's brows frowned even more.

"Is that a childhood sweetheart who is afraid that I will bully you?"

"What green plum..." Mo Jingsen was half after his words, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "Jealous?"

She eats woolen vinegar!

"Your sister Qiaoshan came here to give you a surprise, but she saw me. She was afraid she was going to be jealous, so she didn't want to coax her?" After Shen Xilan finished speaking, Mo Jingsen turned around and left.

Mo Jingsen looked at Shen Xilan's back, and his eyes revealed a spoiling that he hadn't noticed.

"Mr. Mo, that young lady just left." Sister Li replied.

"Yeah." Mo Jingsen replied indifferently, and then ordered: "I won't be at home in the future, no matter who it is, don't let it in."

No matter who? Qiaoshan is no exception?

Shen Xilan, who was not far away, paused slightly before taking another step.

"Okay, Mr. Mo."

Shen Xilan held back the wound that had just been torn, and she needed to hide in a human world and raise it well.

But soon after she arrived in the room, Mo Jingsen appeared.

He changed into off-white casual clothes. Compared with expensive and hard suits, the casual clothes made him look much softer, as if he were a different person, but still so dazzling.

"Let's take a look at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree we planted?" Mo Jingsen stood at the door and smiled slightly.

Shen Xilan looked at Mo Jingsen's curving eyebrows, and followed him in a ghostly manner.

The university she used to study was a minute’s drive away from Clear Water Bay, but it has moved away a few years earlier.

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree was a sapling that Mo Jingsen found when she was a freshman, and they planted it together.

Shen Xilan looked at the familiar campus, and every scene of their date emerged in her mind. She used to be very bold. She didn't worry about others knowing that she had a boyfriend. She even wanted to tell the world loudly that her boyfriend was Mo Jing. Sen, is this excellent man.

Seeing him from a distance, she always smiled and threw herself into his arms.

He would spoil her and curse her without shame, but he would hold her and kiss her on the forehead. If there were few people at night, he would kiss her on the lips.

Her eyes were slightly astringent. As the fog gathered, Shen Xilan raised her head and looked at the darkening sky. When her emotions calmed down, she turned to look at Mo Jingsen, only to find that Mo Jingsen was staring at her blankly. The eyes are deep enough to tempting to fall into it.

Shen Xilan clearly felt the string in her heart trembling slightly.

When it fluctuated more, she looked away, looked in the direction they planted the tree, and asked hoarsely: "Is the tree still there?"

No one manages it, I'm afraid it's dry.

Because of the depression, Mo Jingsen's throat moved, and he walked towards the woods: "Follow me."

Shen Xilan slowly followed behind Mo Jingsen, but he stopped and turned slightly to his side, waiting for her to follow.

She threw away the distracting thoughts in her mind, quickly stepped forward, and walked side by side with him.

The hands of both of them swayed with their steps, and they felt like they were about to touch each other, but they were always at a distance.

If there is a seemingly ambiguous atmosphere, it looks like a man and woman who have not yet begun to fall in love but are affectionate.

Shen Xilan suddenly felt ridiculous. Did she come back to relive the relationship with him?

She put her hand in the pocket of her coat and walked quickly to the front.

She could find the place based on her memory, and she didn't need anyone to lead the way, and she had stayed here for two years before Mo Jingsen came here a few times. Although she hasn't set foot here in eight years, she is more familiar with it.

Mo Jingsen watched his grasping hand in midair for a few seconds, then took it back casually, took a long leg, and followed the woman in front of him.

After walking for a while, Shen Xilan's previous self-confidence weakened.

The fountain pond in the memory is beside the green plants, and it is very big. Why is it so small now and the location is still in the middle?

She looked around to Zhou Xuan and found that even the cobblestone path in her memory had disappeared.

"Here." Mo Jingsen touched Shen Xilan's shoulder, raised his chin to indicate the direction, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

She was obviously laughing at her not remembering the position.

Shen Xilan glanced at Mo Jingsen in shame, and increased the volume: "I know."

"Yeah." Mo Jingsen nodded pretentiously, raised his hand and pulled back the person who had gone wrong, and turned into a building.

"This is the library built the year you dropped out. The original trees were dug out, and this area was changed. You don't know it's normal."

"It's all dug up, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree?" Isn't it also dug up? She remembers it was planted here.

Mo Jingsen originally pulled Shen Xilan's wrist, and when his eyes looked to the front left, his big palm slid down and took her hand: "Look there."

Shen Xilan's hands and feet were relatively cold due to the sequelae of Sheng Sitian. As the weather turned cooler, the situation became even worse, but Mo Jingsen's palm was like a stove.

The cold little hands were wrapped in the big palms, and she knew it.

Just looking in the direction he was pointing, forgot to take it back.

The trees elsewhere have been without management for a long time and seem to be withered, but the sweet-scented osmanthus tree is planted alone in a flower stand. The tree is full of small white flowers, and the breeze blows and the fragrance bursts.

At this moment, the small colorful lights suddenly lit up on the tree pole, and against the dim sky around, the whole tree looked like a carefully prepared gift.

"You don't need to do this." Shen Xilan's voice trembled slightly.

"When we planted this tree, you said you wanted to see it grow up. When it blooms, it must be full of fragrance, like..."

Mo Jingsen paused as he spoke, and his deep black eyes looked straight at Shen Xilan, and then said: "It's like our love, but it's not diminished in fragrance over time, and it's getting more and more flavorful."

Shen Xilan couldn't help but stare at him, her heartbeat becoming more and more uncontrollable.

It is clear that their love is short-lived. After planting this tree, within a year, they became individuals, he, she, and nothing.

Why was she looking at his eyes at this moment, but she thought uncontrollably, maybe, he didn't have no feelings for her back then?

The woman's eyes were shining, just as they remembered.

Mo Jingsen took the palm of her hand slightly and locked her into his arms.

Mo Jingsen bowed his head and his thin lips slowly fell...

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