Shen Manman had no appetite, and after hearing what he said, she lost even more appetite.
There was no smile on her face, she just wanted to get through the day quickly, "Mr. Mo, I have already signed the contract you asked me to come over. You asked me to come here today, and I came over. Shouldn't you keep your word?"
"What's the rush? You'll go somewhere with me later."
The right to speak is in the hands of the other party, and Shen Manman has no way to resist.
Then, Mo Shaocheng picked up the food for her, patiently and carefully, "Eat more, we will go when we are full, otherwise, we will stay and eat until we are done."
The small bowl in front of him was folded into a small mountain. Shen Manman was thinking about Zheng Ziye. He really had no appetite, but he still picked up the chopsticks and started eating with big mouthfuls.
She ate until she felt nauseated and vomited, with tears in her eyes. Only then did Mo Shaocheng take away her chopsticks and said, "Don't eat it."
There was always a sense of anger. Didn't Mo Shaocheng know that it would be so difficult for her and Zheng Ziye to eat?
He stood up suddenly, and when he walked to her, he took her hand. The more she struggled, the tighter he held it, "A wise man should learn to be obedient and suffer less."
Mo Shaocheng took her back to the car and threw a contract to her, "Sign it, and cooperate with Zhongjia."
Shen Manman was afraid that there might be some trap waiting for her, so she read it from beginning to end, and found nothing inappropriate except for the ridiculously high liquidated damages.
After signing her name, she threw the contract to Mo Shaocheng. At the same time, the two of them had arrived at their destination.
Cemetery.
At this moment, Shen Manman's cell phone rang.
Mo Shaocheng subconsciously looked at the note. It was Zheng Ziye's phone number.
Without waiting for Shen Manman to react, he grabbed the phone and pressed the hang-up button, threw it into the car, and closed the door.
Shen Manman ran to open the car door, but couldn't open it, "Mo Shaocheng, why did you throw my phone away?"
"Why did you say?" His expression was frighteningly cold.
Then, he took Shen Manman's hand and walked straight to the cemetery.
After walking through row after row, Shen Manman finally stopped in front of a tombstone. Shen Manman took a look and saw that her name was engraved on it, with the prefix "Azuki".
The front of the tombstone is very clean, there is no dust, no weeds, the fruits are fresh, and there are fresh bouquets.
It can be seen that someone must often take care of it.
As for who it is, it’s self-evident.
Shen Manman's eyes looked to the other side. The name on the tombstone was Shen Jiacheng.
She was startled. Shen Jiacheng was buried in his hometown. How come she didn't know when she moved here?
"You must be lonely alone, so I took it upon myself to bring dad over. With him taking care of you, I don't have to worry."
The wind is a bit strong today, and it feels too cool on the skin.
He gave her his coat, leaving only a light gray vest and a white shirt underneath. With a straight back and a smooth waistline, he put his hands in his pockets and looked forward.
"However, now that you are back, dad must be happy too."
Shen Manman felt guilty after not paying homage to Shen Jiacheng for two years, "Dad, I'm sorry, I only came to see you now."
There were tears in her eyes, and it was heartbreaking to see how she was holding back her tears.
The wind blew and there was silence.
She stood there for a long time, until her legs became sore.
At this time, Mo Shaocheng's arm came up and landed on her shoulders, "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Manman."
She reflexively wanted to hide from her touch.
After struggling this time, Shen Manman took off the coat she was wearing, and the cold wind poured directly into her collar, beating her through.
"Don't touch me."
Mo Shaocheng held the empty coat and said, "Manman, do you want Dad to feel uneasy? Do you have to make trouble here?"
"We have divorced, Mo Shaocheng, I hope you can figure this out."
She ran far away and looked at him warily, "Also, don't break your promise to me, Mr. Mo. If you don't even have this bit of credibility as a human being, you won't be worthy of a thumbs-up."
Mo Shaocheng smiled slightly, and he approached her step by step, as if he were catching prey, teasing her patiently, "Don't worry, I will do whatever I promise you."
Shen Manman had no choice but to retreat. One foot had already stepped on the steps of her tombstone. Then she stumbled and leaned on it.
At that time, Mo Shaocheng's hand touched her face, his fingers crossed her jawline, pinched her chin and raised it.
"Where can you run? Manman, Zheng Ziye can't protect you."
He lowered his eyes, his eyes were deep, excited and excited.
The sexy thin lips were getting closer and closer, and Shen Manman was frightened, "Mo Shaocheng, we are divorced..."
"Who said you can't remarry after a divorce?"
"Let me remarry you, unless I die." Shen Manman stared, wishing she could bite him to death.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Didn't you die once?"
Suddenly, Mo Shaocheng's kiss fell. He originally planned to give it a try, but the person he had been thinking about for two years was right in front of him, so there was no way he could let go.
Penetrating into the entanglement, soft and warm, Mo Shaocheng was like a greedy plunderer, depriving the other party of his breath.
His two arms tightened her body, as if he wanted to occupy her soul.
Mo Shaocheng was unprepared for the "bang" punch, which hit him right in the cheek. He stepped away from the spot.
Shen Manman only felt her wrist being held tightly, and she fell into a familiar and warm embrace.
There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and they fell against the man's chest. Her heart felt so hot that it hurt, "It's okay, I'm here, Aman is not afraid."
Zheng Ziye's body was trembling slightly, and he felt it clearly. It was as if he could empathize with it, and a trace of anger emerged from his brows.
The two men looked at each other with intense hatred for each other.
Mo Shaocheng raised his hand to wipe a little blood from the corner of his mouth, "Mr. Zheng, you seem to be quite leisurely. You still have time to take care of things between us husband and wife."
Zheng Ziye kept her behind him, and his aura was not inferior to that of Mo Shaocheng, "Did Mr. Mo forget that you are divorced? It doesn't matter. If you don't remember, I can kindly remind you.
Also, I hope this is the last time, Mo Shaocheng, if you continue to harass Aman, I don’t mind multiple opponents.”
In Mo Shaocheng's eyes, Shen Manman was hers. Even if two years passed or they received a divorce certificate, this would not change.
He didn't pay much attention to Zheng Ziye's gaze, but focused on the woman behind him.
Her dodge and fear were like those of a rabbit. Mo Shaocheng put his hands in his pockets and sneered, "Manman, go home when you've had enough fun. The child and I will wait for you. Just don't keep us waiting too long. Two years. It’s been long enough.”
Can't wait for the answer, this is the destined result.
Mo Shaocheng was not in a hurry, looked at them one last time and walked away.
