Aunt Zhang came over to ask them to eat. When she saw Mo Shaocheng standing outside the door and making a silent gesture to her, she left.
The older one and the younger one played for a while, and finally Zeqian discovered Moshao City first.
"Dad, it's wrong to eavesdrop on other people's conversations."
"Dad didn't eavesdrop. You spoke too loudly. Besides, I came here to ask you to eat." Mo Shaocheng said seriously.
Zeqian didn't want to be separated from her, so he held hands and said, "Mom, Grandma Zhang knows that you are coming back. She has cooked many dishes that you like. Let's go to dinner together. It has been a long time since I have eaten with my mother. Mom, I can eat a lot of food now."
"Okay, mom, let's see if my Zeqian has really grown up now."
Holding big hands and small hands, when Ze Qian walked to Mo Shaocheng, he suddenly thought of him and reluctantly held her hand as well.
"Dad, let's go together."
Shen Manman looked at it, her eyes showing unspeakable emotions, "Let's go."
Mo Shaocheng smiled. There was no impurity in his smile. It was a smile that showed happiness from the bottom of his heart.
Aunt Zhang's smile always hung on her lips. After working all afternoon, she was also happy, "Madam, they are all your favorites. Come and try my craftsmanship to see if you have improved."
There was an empty bowl in front of Shen Manman. Mo Shaocheng put all the food she liked into the bowl for her. Ze Qian also followed the gourd's example and put every one he liked into the bowl for her.
Soon, her bowl turned into a hill.
"Mo Shaocheng, if you pinch me again, you will fall."
Someone paused with his chopsticks hanging in the air, then adjusted his direction, "I just want you to have a taste."
For some reason, there was a sense of grievance in his words, as if he had been severely bullied by someone.
Shen Manman frowned awkwardly and said no more.
Ze Qian pestered Shen Manman all night long, and she did not separate from her child until she fell asleep.
She closed the door gently, and Mo Shaocheng stood outside the door like a wandering ghost. She was really startled, "What are you doing?"
"Wait for you."
Shen Manman had a bad premonition, so she directly expressed her opinion, "I can come back to live, but only if I live separately from you. If you don't agree, I can leave City B."
There is no place for her here, which doesn't mean there is no place for her in other places. Even if it doesn't work, she still has a home in H City.
Mo Shaocheng didn't dare to push her too hard. Shen Manman now had nothing to lose and nothing she cared about. If she got into trouble, she wouldn't be able to do it.
"You stay in the bedroom, and I'll stay in the guest room. Don't worry, I won't touch you without your consent."
Shen Manman bypassed him and agreed.
But before she could leave, her arm was grabbed by Mo Shaocheng, "Manman, let's have a good chat."
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Late at night, when negative emotions always reach their peak, the quiet living room seems to contain only the sound of two people breathing.
Mo Shaocheng poured two glasses of wine, but Shen Manman didn't touch it. He drank slowly and slowly.
"Manman, I may have fallen in love with you, and it's not that I am unwilling as you said. Even if you don't believe it, I will say it."
What Shen Manman once dreamed of was now within her reach, but she didn't want it anymore.
"Then you don't love Jiang Lige anymore?"
There is a topic that cannot be touched between them, and that is Jiang Lige.
Like a bomb, it cannot be touched or touched.
"If I said that I never loved her, I'm afraid you wouldn't believe it. But the fact is that I used to think that she was very suitable to be Mrs. Mo. She liked me, and I didn't hate her. That's it."
The man was holding the goblet and swaying gently. He had his legs crossed and his straight figure was wearing black silk pajamas. He must have taken a bath, and there was a faint scent of shower gel on his body, which was also her favorite scent.
Suddenly, Mo Shaocheng looked at her with a burning gaze, as deep as a branding iron, "Manman, I really want to live a good life with you, why don't you give me a chance?"
One hand pressed down on Shen Manman's pale fingers, and she wanted to withdraw, but Mo Shaocheng's strength was too great.
Just as she was about to speak, he leaned forward and covered her with his thin lips, which were cool and soft, attacking her with an innate domineering power.
The mellow aroma of red wine filled the teeth, and she was also tainted with the aroma of wine. The wine was intoxicating, and he seemed to be really drunk, slowly pressing her shoulders and sinking into the sofa.
Shen Manman's hand touched his chest, and inside his chest was his heartbeat, strong and powerful.
The fragmented sounds of resistance filled my ears, as if he wanted to eat her into his stomach.
For a long time, Mo Shaocheng was afraid that she would suffocate before he reluctantly let go and looked into her moist eyes. Although he felt distressed, he still didn't want to let go.
"Mo Shaocheng, you said you wouldn't touch me."
"Does a kiss count?"
She stood up suddenly and pushed him away easily this time.
Shen Manman stood up in panic and complained, "Mo Shaocheng, don't you even want to lose your face now?"
Having just taken advantage, Mo Shaocheng was full of energy. He was half leaning on the sofa, the collar of his pajamas was open, and his hair was slightly messy when it was tangled.
He just looked at her, with a smile in his eyes and a trace of laziness in his whole person, "If you can forgive me, I can give you this face."
After hearing this, Shen Manman was so frightened that she ran away.
One of the slippers ran away, so she turned around and went back to pick it up. Mo Shaocheng got there first.
"Give me."
She reached out to grab it, but Mo Shaocheng's hand retracted, and Shen Manman threw herself into his arms. He hugged her slim waist, and his arms were full of fragrant jade.
"I won't take the initiative to touch you, but if you throw yourself into my arms, that's another matter."
Mo Shaocheng's hand dishonestly reached into the hem of her clothes. Her skin was as silky as a peeled egg, so tender that it could squeeze out water.
He just couldn't understand how a woman who was almost thirty years old could have girlish skin?
Unable to put it down, Mo Shaocheng felt that he was going to go crazy being tortured by her.
Shen Manman squirmed in his arms, and in a fit of anger, she raised her hand and was ready to slap her. However, Mo Shaocheng would not let her succeed easily.
He freed his hand to hold her wrist, and a slight smile fell in her eyes, "If you really hit me, Manman, you won't be able to escape tonight."
After saying that, he picked her up from the waist and strode upstairs.
He kicked open the bedroom door with his foot and gently put her on the bed.
Shen Manman stared at him, "Mo Shaocheng, what are you going to do?"
Mo Shaocheng didn't answer, he pulled the quilt to cover her, and then kissed her forehead, "Good night, sweet dreams."
A smooth movement without any hesitation.
It wasn't until he turned off the light, left the room, and gently closed the door that Shen Manman came back to his senses.
She kept thinking about him, and that face couldn't go away.
