Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Again, she was always silent when facing herself.

Mo Tingshen suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness. Even though he did everything possible to keep her by his side, her heart was still not on his own body, and he suddenly remembered the first time he saw her.

Her fluent spoken language caused his somewhat boring mood to fluctuate suddenly. He did not participate in the interview, but just sat in the side room to listen. Her voice was very nice, the tone was very gentle, not hurried, and the speech was well-regulated.

He had no reason not to choose her, so even though she had not graduated and had no work experience, Ruan Xihe was still exceptionally hired as his portable translator.

Mo Tingshen doesn't deny that she has some interesting elements, but she is really attractive, the more she gets along, the more so.

She has a degree of advancement and retreat, never surpassed, she has a good tea-making craftsmanship, and is caring. She is very kind, and occasionally a few wild cats run into the company. These little animals seem to like her and always circle her around.

Very talented, astronomy and geography, no matter what she talks about, she can answer the conversation...

She seems to have countless advantages, the only disadvantage is probably that she doesn't like him.

It's been too long since she smiled at him like she did at the beginning.

There was one other person besides them in the first-class cabin. The person was wearing a blindfold and earphones. He should have fallen asleep leaning on the chair.

"Ruan Ruan, let's talk about it." The aloof Mo Ting began to lower his head late at night.

"How do you want to talk?" The vigilance in her eyes stabbed Mo Tingshen.

"You give me some time, I am divorced, okay?"

He didn't say something impulsively. He has been thinking about this issue since the day the two broke up.

"Uncle Mo, are you so casual? Treat feelings."

When she said this, her eyes dropped slightly, and her face was a bit self-deprecating: "When you like someone, you must marry her. If you like someone else, you can divorce without hesitation. Although I have only seen your wife on both sides, She loves you, I can tell."

"I do not have."

Mo Tingshen suddenly realized that the things he didn't care about before could now be turned into the sharpest blade in the world and plunged into his heart when he said it out of her mouth.

"Ruan Ruan, I have never slept with her. You may not believe it. I have only reacted to you in my life. Both of my children are test-tube babies. This is the first time I have ever had any relationship in my life. It's all yours, so don't say that kind of thing, I feel distressed."

He gently hugged Ruan Xihe.

The tone is very low, with a depressed breath.

Ruan Xihe was also a little surprised. If he was telling the truth, he was indeed very clean.

However, at this moment, she also felt a great irony, Yu Wei, this is the man you left behind and worked hard.

When he let go of her, a tear happened to fall from the corner of her eye.

Mo Tingshen wiped her tears in a flustered manner: "Ruan Ruan, don't cry, how can I make you unhappy again."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she wiped tears with the back of her hand, with a hint of imperceptible paranoia in her tone: "I don't like her, then why did you marry her in the first place?"

"Her brother is my best friend, but unfortunately he left early. I met his sister and took care of him. It was just that time when Yu Wei's ex-husband committed suicide. She couldn't survive as a woman, so she said she wanted When marrying me was just a superficial couple, I agreed."

This is the first time Mo Tingshen has given such a careful explanation in his life.

She almost blurted out that Yu Wei is not alone. She also has a daughter, fingers on the chair, the back of her hand violently violently.

"Then you don't need to care about her now." Her tone was strange and calm.

"I don't want you to be wronged, I don't want you to follow me unclearly, I want to hold your hand openly, hug you, and kiss you."

He sighed, and the tip of his nose was full of the smell of her.

"I am your son's girlfriend." She sighed softly.