Chapter 27 Mo Shaocheng has a feeling of being greened
She looked back in disbelief and saw a tall and tall man standing under the dim light. He was dressed in a black suit covered in dust. In this cluttered environment, he seemed like a breath of fresh air that was out of place.
That noble aura seeped out from every inch of the skin, and there was no room for anyone to blaspheme it.
Mo Shaocheng walked over and held her hand out of habit. Shen Manman was startled, "Why are you here?"
"Have you forgotten the contents of the prenuptial agreement?"
Their marriage was based on a treaty. In addition to the series of demands made by Mo Shaocheng, Shen Manman also had several demands.
One of them is that I hope that Mo Shaocheng can cooperate every time I go back to my parents' home.
After three years of marriage, he really has never broken a contract.
When Zhao Tienan saw Mo Shaocheng, he felt ashamed of himself. It turned out that he was so angry that he couldn't even compare to Mo Shaocheng.
"Who is this?"
Mo Shaocheng put one hand in his pocket, and before Shen Manman could introduce him, he said coldly and indifferently, "Manman's legal husband."
"Ah, haha, it turns out you are Manman's husband. What a talented person." Zhao Tienan grinned and started the car, "Manman, since your husband is here, I will leave first and contact you later. .”
"Okay, bye."
With that said, he walked away.
After that, Mo Shaocheng pulled Shen Manman and walked in the opposite direction, "Let's go."
"Where are we going? My home is in front." Shen Manman didn't move.
Mo Shaocheng frowned, "Can someone live in your home? Let's stay in a hotel. Isn't it always like this?"
He is a noble young master, and Shen Manman's house is not as big as his guest room. Mo Shaocheng is not used to living in such a small place.
So every time they come back, they go directly to the hotel to stay.
But they were about to get divorced, and Shen Manman felt that there was really no need for her to tolerate his bad habits.
Shaking off Mo Shaocheng's hand, Shen Manman stated, "I want to go home. You can go to the hotel and call me if you need anything."
Looking at her decisive back, Mo Shaocheng stood there for a while, "You don't want to live with me so much?"
"Shaocheng, have you forgotten that we are about to get divorced and it is right not to live together?"
A few steps away, her long black hair was rippling in the breeze like black satin, her eyes were so clear, and her words were so cool.
That’s right, it’s thin and cool.
Mo Shaocheng felt that her whole person had changed since she filed for divorce. Many times, she no longer wanted to pretend.
He pinched his fingers, not liking her like this at all.
"You're not divorced yet, are you?"
Yes, he was eager to take his mistress home to live with her even before the divorce. He couldn't wait.
Thinking of this, Shen Manman felt heartbroken.
He turned around quickly and quickened his pace.
When Mo Shaocheng saw her decisive attitude, he had no choice but to chase after her.
After they left, Zhao Tienan's figure came out from a corner...
The environment in the old community is dirty and messy, and the stairwell is extremely narrow, making it difficult for two people to walk side by side. Shen Manman's home is on the top floor, and climbing up to the eighth floor is really exhausting.
Shen Manman took out the key and said to Mo Shaocheng, "I'm home. You go and stay in the hotel. Goodbye."
The moment the door opened, Mo Shaocheng walked in directly, moving faster than her, as if he was afraid of being kicked out.
"What are you doing?"
"Sleep, what do you think I can do?"
Mo Shaocheng walked in swaggeringly. Shen Manman followed and brought him a pair of slippers, "Put on some shoes, okay?"
He is very picky about the living environment, and the only thing about this shabby house that meets his requirements is that it is quite clean.
"Better than I expected." Mo Shaocheng commented.
"Well, the neighbor next door will come to clean it every day or two, and I will give them some money every month."
Neighbors lived there, and it was no good if no one cleaned the house. Shen Manman entrusted the aunt across the street to help with the cleaning. She would give her some money every month and keep an eye on her brother's whereabouts.
So the room was very clean, with almost no dust and no smell of mold.
Shen Manman put the suitcase away, and Mo Shaocheng had already gone to her bedroom. It was a palm-sized place, but the decoration was very warm.
Mo Shaocheng saw several romance novels on the bookshelf, and next to them was a black leather-bound notebook.
As soon as he touched it, Shen Manman snatched him away.
"Don't touch my things."
Protecting it carefully, treating it like a treasure. Mo Shaocheng asked with a bit of curiosity, "Is there a secret?"
Of course the diary has its own secrets, and Shen Manman was also unambiguous, "Well, there are secrets."
What secrets could there be in a little girl's diary? It was nothing more than the vague love of youth and ignorance. Mo Shaocheng thought that the man she liked must be recorded in it.
Suddenly, he felt that this diary was particularly annoying, and he had no intention of reading it at all.
He casually glanced at a few other books and said with a hint of irony, "I have been reading these messy books since I was a child, Shen Manman, no wonder you are so precocious."
I wonder if she was eighteen years old when she first tasted the forbidden fruit?
You can't think about this kind of thing. When you think about Mo Shaocheng, you feel like you've been cheated on.
"Take a bath and sleep."
Mo Shaocheng walked out of the bedroom, and Shen Manman's hanging heart returned to his stomach. Fortunately, he didn't see the content inside, because this diary was written by her when she was in college, and it was full of him. .
While he was away, Shen Manman secretly hid the diary in a drawer and covered it with another notebook.
Not long after, Mo Shaocheng came out of the bathroom. He didn't use a bath towel. Instead, he held a pink towel in his hand and gently wiped away the water droplets.
"This is what I use to wipe my face..."
"I know, otherwise there would be no need."
Mo Shaocheng said it was natural. There were three towel racks, one navy blue and one dark blue. Only this one was pink, which must be used by Shen Manman.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Shaocheng wiped another area with her towel. Shen Manman's eyes were staring at the bottom of his belly button, and her eyes were round.
"Mo Shaocheng, how can you wipe it?"
He walked over in a swaggering manner, without any sense of shame, "Dislike it? You even kissed me, but you didn't dislike it at that time."
Mo Shaocheng thought very simply. He didn't expect to stay at her house today and didn't prepare these things. He could just buy new ones tomorrow.
Shen Manman's cheeks turned red and looked like they were dripping blood.
She pushed Mo Shaocheng away and said, "Let go."
The bathroom door clicked shut, and the sound of running water sounded.
She was in a bad mood tonight, and it was really the best. Shen Manman was so angry, she put on her pajamas, wiped her face, and stared at Mo Shaocheng.
"Are you going to sleep in dad's room or my brother's room?"
