She pulled Huo Yu up and looked at Shen Manman again, "Manman, nothing is more important than being happy in life, what do you think?"
The two of them stepped out, and Zheng Ziye slowly stood up.
He never seemed to take Mo Shaocheng seriously, even if he attacked the Eastern Group.
"Mo Shaocheng, are you flustered? It turns out that you are also scared sometimes." His thin lips pursed into a straight line, and his narrow eyes were full of sarcasm, "Strong melons are not sweet, so why bother?"
He sneered, shook his head gently, and walked away.
Mo Shaocheng finally let go of his hand, his face was dark and gloomy.
With a "crash", the dining table was turned over with one hand, and the ingredients and bowls and chopsticks on the table were shattered all over the floor.
Shen Manman was frightened and backed away, but his calf was still scratched by the falling debris, in the same position where he had been burned that day.
The blood slid down his calf and formed a line. Mo Shaocheng saw it and frowned.
He wanted to take a look, but she avoided him and said, "Don't touch me."
Shen Manman's resistance was obvious, and the disgust in his eyes was clearly visible, "Mo Shaocheng, can you leave?"
"Other men can come, but I can't? Manman, what do you think I am?"
He couldn't understand why he couldn't go back to the past?
At that time, she was obedient and gentle, and she focused on him in everything. She was completely different from now. Mo Shaocheng was somewhat unwilling to do so.
"Whatever you say is what it is, doesn't Mr. Mo always have his own way?"
The indifferent attitude once again irritated Mo Shaocheng. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.
"Why can't we just be a family of three like before? Isn't that good?"
"We can't go back. Besides, it's your family of three, not us."
Can love disappear?
The answer is, yes.
Every time it is hurt, the sharp edges are cut into it, again and again, and one day it will be exhausted.
Shen Manman really doesn't have the strength to love him.
Too tired and too painful.
With her back pressed against the cold wall, Shen Manman was extremely sober, "Mo Shaocheng, in fact, you may not be so reluctant to let me go, it's more of a reluctance. If you don't want to leave, then don't leave. There will always be a chance. One day, you will figure it out."
The veins on his forehead popped up, and Mo Shaocheng exuded a gloomy aura.
She never believed that he was passionate about her.
His brain was out of control, and he eagerly wanted to prove it. He lowered his head suddenly, kissed her lips, and tore her clothes apart, like an out-of-control beast, extremely ferocious.
Fragmented resistance was drowned by his strong movements. Shen Manman only felt that her skin was gradually exposed to the cold air, bit by bit, piece by piece.
The coolness penetrates into the pores and spreads throughout the body.
"Mr. Mo, are you planning to use force now?"
The extremely cold, extremely cold question hit him, like a steel nail piercing Mo Shaocheng's Achilles' heel, and he stopped all movements.
He looked at her deeply with his deep eyes, feeling fierce struggle and unprecedented confusion.
The clothes were disheveled, and the collar hung on her shoulders, in pieces. Shen Manman tilted her head and sneered, "Mr. Mo, I know you are reluctant to part with my body, why not do this, you help me cooperate with Jiang Lige, and I will let you touch it as you please, but The premise is that you agree to divorce me, how about that?"
Her tone seemed relaxed, but she was shaking, shaking uncontrollably.
Mo Shaocheng's cold pupils burst out with a sinister light. He suppressed the anger in his heart and quickly bent down to pick her up.
He strode to the bedroom, put her on the sofa, held her shoulders, "Don't move, is there any disinfectant at home?"
"No."
Mo Shaocheng looked at the blood on the wound and frowned deeper, "Shen Manman, I want to know, how can you believe that I really want to be with you?"
She sat beside the bed, and Mo Shaocheng half-knelt in front of her, looked at him deeply, and then looked away.
Before waiting for her answer, he became more and more uneasy.
He could only find other things to do. He took out his mobile phone and made a call, "Xiao Zhang, go buy me some disinfectant and cotton swabs, hurry up."
There has been silence, an eerie quietness.
It wasn't until Xiao Zhang delivered the things that there was any movement.
Mo Shaocheng disinfected her carefully, fearing that the force would hurt her, "Be patient."
Clean the blood stains and cover them with a band-aid.
Suddenly, Shen Manman smiled, "Slap and give me a sweet date. This is really Mr. Mo's consistent style."
He had long been accustomed to this kind of tone. He stood up and said in a gentle tone, "Go to rest early. Don't get water on the wound. Don't take a shower today."
He has no food and salt, and now no matter how ugly he says, Mo Shaocheng seems to be unable to hear him.
"Go to sleep, you don't want me to put you to sleep in other ways, right?"
The threat had an effect, and Shen Manman lay down.
However, not long after, Mo Shaocheng also lay down next to her, breathing deeply, but he did not touch her.
Shen Manman turned her back to him and didn't know what his expression was.
Just listen to him say, "Manman, you can like anyone, why can't you try to like me? I don't know where I am worse than them. Tell me, I can change it."
Closing her eyes tightly, Shen Manman's heart ached again.
She has never liked anyone, the only person she has ever liked is him. How ironic and ridiculous.
His answer was still silence. Some things are really difficult to recover.
Early in the morning, Mo Shaocheng was no longer there.
She came to the dining room, the table had been set, and the messy floor had been cleaned up. She saw new tableware on the kitchen dish rack, a pure white porcelain bowl, with a few pink peach blossoms on the bottom of the bowl, which was very delicate.
From this look, it’s Mo Shaocheng’s style.
Shen Manman had a headache. She didn't know if it was because she caught a cold last night, but her overall condition was not good.
Suddenly I remembered what Mo Shaocheng said to Zheng Ziye last night, and I always felt that something was wrong.
She stood on the windowsill and called Xu Wanqing.
——
Saturday, sunny and sunny.
There are many young couples out shopping, and there are so many people everywhere.
The two made an appointment to meet in a small cafe. Xu Wanqing ordered a cup of iced coffee and took a long sip to relieve the heat.
"Manman, yesterday you and Mo Shaocheng, you..."
"Nothing happened." She put her hand on the glass table and asked, "Did Mo Shaocheng make things difficult for Zheng Ziye?"
"How do you know? Did Mo Shaocheng tell you? Really, Manman, it's not me who has any problem with her. Look at him, what is he doing? Harming others without benefiting oneself."
