The friendship between men is different from that between women. Even if there is a gap, the friendship will not deteriorate.
Mo Shaocheng poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, "Go on, I'll listen."
Yan Liheng's eyes flashed with clarity, "What Sun Zi said is true."
The two of them were not in a private room. There was a DJ playing DJs, men and women dancing wildly, and the neon lights were flashing, bringing the whole atmosphere into a kind of indulgence.
Mo Shaocheng frowned and drank another glass of wine. The next second, he was caught off guard and punched Yan Liheng.
The fist hit Yan Liheng's mouth, hard and accurately. He had no intention of hiding and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with clear eyes.
"Shaocheng, I don't want to lie to you. I have never forgotten Manman. Maybe it's because I didn't get it, so my heart can't let go. But I also know very well that not being able to forget is one thing. I will not destroy you.
My feelings, Shaocheng, I also sincerely wish you all the best."
What Mo Shaocheng wants to say is that if you don't get it, you can't let it go, and if you get it, you won't be able to let it go.
That woman is just untouchable, like a poppy, addictive and unable to stop.
With a dark face, Mo Shaocheng took out the cigarette case and took out a cigarette. He leaned on it gently, his eyes blurred, and the lit cigarette was glowing a little scarlet.
Taking a long puff of cigarette, he said, "You want to divorce Sun Zi? Why?"
They got married because of their children, so Yan Liheng would not divorce under normal circumstances. Just as he had originally thought, the children needed to grow up in a complete family.
Yan Liheng also lit a cigarette and sat side by side with him, "Sun Zi is like a madman, she is not like a mother at all. My daughter may not be as happy as a single-parent family growing up in this environment. In addition, she also does
One thing."
He paused and continued, "Sun Zi's relative works in the bone marrow bank. She got the inside information immediately and told it to Zheng Ziye, which gave Zheng Ziye an opportunity."
"Oh, it turns out there is still such a relationship." Mo Shaocheng's eyes became sinister, and the thick smoke became more colorful under the colorful lights, "It's better to leave."
"It's easy to get married, but difficult to get divorced. I can't just divorce if I want to." Yan Liheng smiled bitterly.
Mo Shaocheng curled his lips, "There are always more solutions than difficulties, right?"
How long he sat there, thinking that Shen Manman was alone at home, Mo Shaocheng just wanted to go back to accompany his wife. After drinking half of a bottle of wine, he was about to leave.
Before leaving, he left behind a sentence, "Manman and I will be together forever."
The implication is that no matter who it is, there is no chance.
After Mo Shaocheng drank, he called Xiao Zhang and asked him to come pick him up. On the way, he couldn't resist the sleepiness and his eyelids became heavy.
I finally arrived home, and I didn’t know why the road back was so long.
Step by step on the wooden steps, Mo Shaocheng tiptoed upstairs. It was almost twelve o'clock, so she should be asleep.
Be cautious when opening the door.
But the light in the bedroom was on, and looking inside, a woman's slender back was wrapped in a nightgown as thin as cicada wings under a table lamp.
She is immersed in designing, looking very serious.
Mo Shaocheng's heart suddenly felt at ease. He walked over with melodious steps, raised his hand to loosen his tie, and hugged her from behind.
"Back?"
"Well, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Shen Manman put down the pen in his hand, "I couldn't sleep, so I got up and drew pictures."
She turned around and stood up slowly, "I smell of alcohol all over my body. Fortunately, I had the foresight to cook sobering soup for you in advance. Please wait for me and I will serve it to you."
The word "good wife and loving mother" is no exaggeration to describe her. Shen Manman's tenderness is engraved in her bones.
Mo Shaocheng nodded, "Waiting for you."
She hurried downstairs to the kitchen. The pot on the stove was still hot and the temperature was just right. After filling a small bowl, Shen Manman went upstairs.
The bedroom door was open, and when Shen Manman entered, she saw him looking at the design drawings on the table, looking quite serious.
"How about it?"
"Not bad." Mo Shaocheng put it down, walked to her side, and subconsciously touched his ring finger.
Shen Manman didn't get what he wanted. She focused on the hangover soup, "Drink it all, or you'll have a headache tomorrow."
After three years of marriage, she also took care of him meticulously. But Mo Shaocheng should enjoy her gifts as a matter of course, and felt that they were all what he should do.
Only after they separated did he realize that no one owed him anything. During those two years, Mo Shaocheng lived in deep longing every day.
Now that I think about it, I owe her too much after all.
He took the bowl from her and put it down. Just as Shen Manman was about to speak, Mo Shaocheng put his arms around her waist and said, "Manman, look, it's empty."
He stretched out his ring finger and waved it in front of her.
Shen Manman understood instantly, but she didn't want to follow him, "Mr. Mo is short of money to buy a ring?"
"Manman, you did it on purpose."
"Don't you and Jiang Lige have wedding rings? Mr. Mo doesn't want to keep them empty, so just wear them. You have nothing to say to me."
Although it is wrong to turn the small intestine, Shen Manman also has a temper. The wedding ring and wedding were all hers at first, but in the end they became someone else's.
Are you still not allowed to settle old scores?
He twisted around to leave, but Mo Shaocheng couldn't break away from the iron wall. "I threw it away a long time ago. I never wore it."
When my wife loses her temper, she still needs to be coaxed, "Honey, give her a name."
The words "wife" made Shen Manman's face turn red, "Didn't you get the certificate?"
"You designed a wedding ring for Zheng Ziye, I saw it."
She was startled, and then suddenly remembered something. When she was planning to marry Zheng Ziye, Shen Manman planned to design a wedding ring by herself. She had already drawn the design draft, which was clearly on the table, but she could go out and come back. , the design draft is gone.
Later, the matter was shelved for the time being, and then nothing happened.
"Did you throw it?"
Mo Shaocheng's tone revealed a little bit of grievance, "It's an eyesore."
He was so angry that he laughed. Shen Manman raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Mo Shaocheng, I find that men are also very childish when they are jealous."
Their eyes met, and her eyes were particularly pure, which Mo Shaocheng liked. To be precise, he liked every part of her.
To put it bluntly, Mo Shaocheng felt that his wife's feces smelled good.
"Childish?"
The silk nightgown was a thin layer and not long in the first place. He could directly touch the hem of the skirt and push it up to his waist.
The skin has memory. When Mo Shaocheng touches it, all the doors of memory open instantly, and they all come into his mind.
"Drink the hangover soup first."
"I still decide to eat you first."
Chibei was flexible, holding the strap in her mouth and falling off her shoulder. Her skin was as white and tender as mutton fat and white jade, which made his blood surge.
The thin lips fell, and miraculously, the skin centered on the hickey spread quickly, and a light pink replaced the milky white skin.
