President Mo, Your Ex-Wife Ran Away Again!

Because she was so close, she heard Mo Lao's majestic voice coming from the phone.

"Not at the company?"

Mo Jingsen said "um", "Is there something wrong?"

"What's wrong with your voice? Have a cold?"

Shen Xilan's heart jumped suddenly and raised his eyes to look at Mo Jingsen. As a result, he was looking at her playfully, and replied solemnly: "No, my throat is a little uncomfortable."

Shen Xilan's blushing cheeks suddenly became redder, and she pinched his fingers on his waist, only to find that the waist of his white shirt was already full of dirty fingerprints, one after another, as if he had painted a picture. Yes, my hands are very clean.

She glanced at his hand holding the phone, and wanted to sigh on her forehead.

They were washing the dishes just now, now they are ready, their clothes are all scrapped.

Mo Jingsen followed Shen Xilan's gaze and couldn't help but laugh when he saw the smudge.

Mr. Mo was stunned when he heard the laughter before he ordered: "I will come back for dinner tomorrow night, family dinner."

"Good." Mo Jingsen replied with a smile.

"Xi Lan is with you?" Old Mo suddenly asked, and hung up without waiting for an answer.

Shen Xilan was startled slightly, the blush that finally faded from her face came out again, she raised her hand in embarrassment and gave Mo Jingsen a hammer, and said with an unknowingly anger, "It's all to blame, Grandpa Mo thought What are we doing!"

"We are innocent." Mo Jingsen's tone was serious, but his eyes were full of unconcealed smiles.

Yeah, so innocent, it's just reminding her to remember the scene of selflessness just now.

She is so useless, why was she seduced by this man all the time?

Shen Xilan looked away from Mo Jingsen's black eyes, which seemed to be tempting into the abyss. After taking a deep breath, she issued an order to dismiss the guest: "It's getting late, you should go back."

Mo Jinglin glanced at the watch on his wrist, and said with no eyesight: "It's less than six o'clock."

"Can't you hear me? I'm driving you away!" Shen Xilan gave him an angry look.

"Oh." Mo Jingsen nodded unexpectedly, then pointed to his clothes and said: "The clothes are dirty, I am uncomfortable, and I want to take a bath. I will call someone to bring the clothes over, or you Go buy one for me?"

What do you mean by taking an inch? Mo Jingsen perfectly interpreted this word.

"Heh, heh." Shen Xilan laughed coldly and walked outside while pushing people.

Although Shen Xilan used a lot of effort, Mo Jingsen did not really fight with her. With her thrust, he reached the hallway, and he stopped the door frame and said, "Tomorrow night's family dinner, I will pick you up. you."

"What?" Shen Xilan asked reflexively, not that she didn't understand what the family banquet was, she just heard Mo Lao talk about it.

But it was a family dinner, she was not from that family anymore.

"Just now, Grandpa said, we went all the way, and asked if we were together or if we wanted you to participate. There will probably be something to announce tomorrow."

After a moment of silence, Shen Xilan looked at Mo Jingsen and asked, "Did Dr. Li tell Grandpa Mo about my childbirth abroad?

The childbirth incident was suddenly thrown out, and he still looked straight into his eyes, and Mo Jingsen suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He quickly looked away, straightened his throat and said, "No, I told Dr. Li to shut up."

Shen Xilan's mouth narrowed, and she kind of minded that she had given birth to a child.

Given the importance of the Mo family's children, if they knew that Si Tian was Mo Jingsen's child, they would only use all means to snatch Si Tian back to the Mo family.

It is impossible for her to do such a stupid thing and expose herself to them.

If you mind, she doesn't care.

"You should find the opportunity to make it clear to your family. I can go this time, but next time? We are all divorced. I can't pretend to be the Mo family's grandson and daughter-in-law to show up at the Mo family's family banquet again and again, right?"

Mo Jingsen looked at Shen Xilan's calm eyes and said in a deep voice, "I'm looking for a chance to say?"

After he finished speaking, he paused and said, "The Qiao family and the Mo family are not as peaceful as they can be seen on the surface. There is no good thing next to the Mo family, and they are inextricably linked to the Qiao family. With Qiaoshan, I’m afraid that someone will be behind it, or grandpa won’t tell me to go back."

Shen Xilan doesn't know much about this. She nodded without hesitation: "Okay."

Mo Jingsen curled his lips, raised his hand and rubbed the top of Shen Xilan's hair: "I'm leaving."

A faint wisp floated across the rubbed head.

Shen Xilan watched Mo Jingsen waved at her and walked into the elevator, silently closed the door and leaned back.

You can't deceive yourself. She and Mo Jingsen now have more unidentified relationships than friends and fewer lovers than lovers. It's okay to say it's ambiguous.

They both held each other quite clearly, but couldn't help but touch each other again and again.

Shen Xilan sighed, waved away the distracting thoughts in his head, and went to the kitchen to clean up.

After cleaning, she saw Mo Jingsen's coat thrown on the sofa and forgot to take it away. She picked up the coat and held it tightly, and then hung it on a hanger.

Bring it to him tomorrow.

For the first time in her family, there was a man's belongings overnight here.

Shengyuan Group President's Office

"Ms. Mo, your clothes?" Mo Xin asked incredulously, pointing at the stain on Mo Jingsen's body.

He had never seen Mo Jingsen's clothes untidy.

What are you going to do this way? People who said that they could not come to the company suddenly came to work overtime again, and he also promised to pick up Mo Shu's little girl.

Mo Jingsen glanced down and said nonchalantly: "Bring me a piece of clothing. By the way, let me go down for a meeting for half an hour. I will have something to do tomorrow afternoon."

"What about the evening? Dong Li pushed back twice over there." Mo Xin hurriedly reported.

"Family banquet." Mo Jingsen glared at Mo Xin as he unbuttoned his collar: "Aren't you going to get your clothes?"

"Immediately." Mo Xin hurriedly flashed, the family banquet was big, and the big things had to be pushed, and he had to go back.

This is the rule, as long as it is the Mo family banquet, he has to be there.

It’s a recognition of his identity. Although his father is a servant, he is backed by Mr. Mo. Those side members of the Mo family whose hearts are higher than the sky must call the housekeeper in a regular manner, and dare not face him as a housekeeper’s son. .

Mo Jingsen changed into his clothes, and Mo Xin picked up the dirty clothes and threw them into the trash can.

"What are you doing?" Mo Jingsen hurriedly pulled his clothes over with his eyesight, his reaction was so great that Mo Xin was taken aback.

He stunned and said: "This is oily, it can't be washed off."

Mo Jingsen's gaze fell on the oily place, and his eyes softened: "Take it to the hanging room."

Um? Did he hear me right?

Mo Xin asked uncertainly: "Do you like this dress? I will take it and wash it, maybe I can wash it off? Or, I will contact the brand to give you a tailor-made one that is exactly the same?"

Mo Jingsen's well-knotted fingers stroked the fingerprints on the shirt. Her fingers were long and thin, and the prints on her shirt were so beautiful.

"Mr. Mo?" Mo Xin shuddered when he saw his president's gentle face.

Mo Jingsen raised his eyes, where there was still a hint of gentleness, he handed the shirt to Mo Xin, thinking about it, and took it back: "I will hang it myself."

"Isn't it just a dirty garment?" Mo Xin nagged inexplicably.

Mo Jingsen glanced at Mo Xin unpredictably, and said disdainfully: "You don't understand."

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