In the room, Huang Xiaojue took off his coat irritably and threw it hard on the ground.
Suddenly he remembered something again, lowered his head and picked up his clothes, flipped through the big pockets, but couldn't find what he wanted.
Only then did he remember that he had left his wife agreement with her...
Ha... With her disgust towards the agreement, she would be impatient to throw it all into the shredder, right? He and her, the last bit of involvement... were gone.
He curled his lips slightly in disappointment, threw himself into the leather rotating chair, leaned tiredly, his brown eyes closed, and his cold fingertips rubbed his eyebrows one after another.
After a long time, he half opened his eyes, and bloodshot in his former confusing brown eyes. He didn't sleep all night because he saw the news of her engagement with him. I wonder if the bloodshot was because of physical fatigue or mental fatigue?
He glanced at the laptop on the desk, leaped on the keyboard with his fingertips, and booked a flight ticket back to China online.
He couldn't bear to read the news that his beloved woman was about to marry the second British Highness. If he stayed for a while, he might be unable to help but force Mo Xiaoran to come back!
He had no choice but to leave.
* * * * *
"Return to China? Why? We have just lived here for a while..."
He looked at him in confusion, but he never dared to approach him easily again. The current Huang Xiaojue could detonate at any time like a bomb!
Huang Xiaojue looked cold and did not answer her words. He went straight to the next topic, "Don't come back with me."
"Jue!" An Ran shouted him hurriedly, "I will follow you wherever you go!"
She now has a strong sense of crisis. Huang Xiaojue's attitude towards her is getting colder and colder. The little care and love that once belonged to her in her eyes disappeared completely, and replaced by obvious coldness and disgust!
If she didn't follow him, she was so scared...he would completely forget her!
Huang Xiaojue glanced at her coldly, and his cold and bone-wrenching eyes were obviously warning An Ran not to be troublesome.
Anran pressed down what he wanted to say and watched him go upstairs.
The moment the door closed, she quickly took out her cell phone and dialed a number with her fingers trembling.
"Hey." A typical soprano came from the other end of the phone. An Ran calmed down Jingxin, took a deep breath, and spoke carefully, "Mom... I don't feel it anymore. Now, I hate me..."
"I hate you very much? What did you do?" The soprano felt impatience and dissatisfaction. "Can it be that little bitch Mo Xiaoran is the one who caused it again? Come here and explain it to me clearly."
"Yeah." An Ran nodded, his heart still pounding because of Huang Xiaojue's cold and harsh eyes.
* * * * *
The next day, Mo Xiaoran returned to China alone. She walked towards the subway station with a shoulder bag on her body.
Suddenly, a tall figure stood in front of him.
She looked up in surprise, and a gentle smile came into her eyes, "Xiaoran, do you still remember me?"