Mo Shaocheng was startled, and after thinking for a few seconds, he realized that he thought he was a human trafficker.
Is he blind?
How do you look like a human trafficker?
"She is my wife, we just had a quarrel."
The driver became even more convinced that he was the bad guy, "Huh, this is a common trick of your traffickers. Do you think you can kidnap the girl justly? Do you think I'm a fool?"
The righteous man stepped forward and was ready to rescue her.
But as soon as he took action, Mo Shaocheng pinned him to the ground with a grappling hand, "Human trafficker? How do I look like a human trafficker?"
Mo Shaocheng was furious, "Shen Manman, tell him who I am."
Not wanting to make the matter a big deal, Shen Manman pushed Mo Shaocheng away and helped the driver's uncle with an apology, "Uncle, he is not a human trafficker, he is my ex-husband. You really misunderstood."
"Ex-husband?" The uncle driver hovered over the two of them, "Then if you didn't tell me earlier, it would be really bad luck for me."
After glaring at Shen Manman, the driver drove away.
Mo Shaocheng put his hands in his pockets and glanced at her coldly without moving.
She didn't know what was wrong with him, and then Mo Shaocheng bit out a few words from his lips, "Ex-husband? I am your ex-husband, okay?"
"Isn't it? The divorce agreement has been signed."
That's right, that is, he was inexplicably resistant to this title, "Let's go."
As long as he didn't want to, she would never have a chance to escape from under his nose. Shen Manman was forced to get into the car with a look of reluctance.
After driving her home, Mo Shaocheng also got off the car.
He walked up to her with swaggering strides and said, "I haven't been to your new home yet, so I'll go up and have a sit."
Shouldn't she be the one to invite this kind of thing?
Shen Manman chased after him, "My family is too small, so I won't be able to catch Mr. Mo's eyes."
"Are you the roundworm in my belly?"
The man strode past her. He had already asked someone to investigate. Mo Shaocheng knew exactly which floor she lived on and which door she lived on.
Shen Manman was speechless and couldn't do anything to him.
The two took the elevator upstairs. Shen Manman opened the door with the key. Mo Shaocheng entered the door faster than she did, as if he was afraid of being kicked out.
As soon as he entered the door, he started to look around, looking around from inside to outside, but there was nothing he was satisfied with.
"All bird's nests are bigger than this."
He commented and sat down on the sofa coolly, "The sofa is nice and soft enough."
The reason why he spoke highly of this humble sofa was because he thought that if he pressed her into the sofa and did it, the experience would be very good.
Unconsciously, his eyes shifted to her.
She was wearing trousers today, and her straight long legs were wrapped in sky blue jeans, making them long and thin.
Jeans are very common trousers, but he has never seen anyone wearing them so beautifully. Just these legs are enough to arouse people's imagination.
My throat was tight and my eyes were a little cloudy.
Shen Manman naturally didn't know these dirty thoughts of his. She stood far away from him and said, "Have you finished reading? Let's go when you're done."
"I'm a guest. Is this how you treat guests?"
Deliberately trying to get along with her, Shen Manman didn't want to ask for anything from him and was not in the mood to tolerate his bad temper. "Do you want me to prepare a full banquet for you?"
Mo Shaocheng looked at her with interest, "Sharp-tongued, Shen Manman, this is the real you, right?"
She really didn't want to be alone with him, "Mo Shaocheng, can you tell me what you are doing now? You and I have signed the divorce agreement, and it's time to get the certificate. Shouldn't you now? Do you want to stay with Jiang Lige? Why are you struggling with me here?"
This man has his own purpose no matter what he does, so why is he so entangled?
Of course, she would not narcissistically think that he was reluctant to let go. Because she has been with someone day and night for three years and failed to fall in love with him, which means that it is unlikely in this life.
The smile on Mo Shaocheng's lips fell, this question was beyond the scope of the question.
He calmed down and thought, why?
Is it just because of men's possessiveness? This is definitely part of the reason, but he feels that the more important reason is that her body has always been attractive to him.
It has nothing to do with love, it's just that she sleeps very well in bed.
He walked forward, seemingly in a hurry.
When she stopped in front of Shen Manman, her strong jawline was so close that her heart started beating wildly.
Her burning eyes reflected her fair cheeks, and Mo Shaocheng said, "Manman, can I take care of you?"
...raise her.
How about it? Like yangzeqian?
It’s still like raising a lover...
Her face suddenly turned pale and bloodless, "How do you want to support me, Mr. Mo? Is the golden house a hidden beauty? Aren't you afraid that Jiang Lige will go crazy if he finds out?"
"As long as you don't tell her, she won't know."
This was the most shameless thing Mo Shaocheng ever said in his life, but he just couldn't control it.
He observed Shen Manman's expression and wanted to continue to seduce her, "A woman's life is very hard, no matter which man she lives with, it's better for me to support you than to find someone who is not as good as me. The material conditions you need , I can satisfy them all. Manman, you might as well think about it..."
A "pop" sound interrupted Mo Shaocheng's talk.
Shen Manman's hands were shaking with anger. She gasped angrily, her eyes were sore, and she asked loudly, "Mo Shaocheng, do you think I am just a materialistic woman? As long as the conditions are reasonable, I will sell Give you a second time?"
Mo Shaocheng stood there upright, his face was numb, and his dark eyes were filled with thick ink, as if it couldn't be melted away.
Shen Manman pointed in the direction of the door, "Go away, I don't want to see you."
He didn't stay and left directly.
After he left, Shen Manman couldn't bear it anymore. She slid to the ground with her back against the door panel and cried bitterly.
In fact, Mo Shaocheng didn't feel that much better. He went downstairs to light a cigarette and leaned against the car door feeling depressed.
He really didn't mean to look down on her, and he knew that he was not this materialistic woman, but if he wanted others to agree, he had to give something.
Isn’t money the standard by which everything can be measured?
After taking a deep breath, he threw away a large portion of the remaining portion. After taking one last look at the direction of the window, Mo Shaocheng got in the car.
Shen Manman no longer thought about anything about Mo Shaocheng. She went to work normally the next day, her eyes turning into walnuts from tears.
Even a smoky make-up couldn't cover her swollen eyes. No, Xu Wanqing could tell at a glance.
"Did you cry last night?"
Shen Manman lowered her head and was busy with the work in her hands, "No."
She sat down carelessly and joked, "You can just cry, there's nothing to be ashamed of. But Manman, your husband is such a scumbag. How could he be so courteous to another woman in front of his wife as a matter of course? Damn, I really want to scold him."
