Flash Marriage Passionate Love: Young Master Mo Is A Wife-pampering Addict

The room was very quiet.

After Wen Ran answered Wen Jin's call, he stopped talking and was just in a daze.

Mo Xiuchen hung up the phone and stared at her tenderly, wanting to say something, but he was afraid that if he spoke, it would have the opposite effect. The atmosphere just now was already a bit tense.

Wen Ran used silence to express his determination.

And he, with silence, told her his persistence.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

In the room, there was only the sound of newspapers being flipped. The person reading the newspaper was not Wen Ran, but Mo Xiuchen. He flipped through the newspapers in his hand one by one, from the scandal on the first day to the clarification on the second day, and on the third day. The explanation of the day, the fourth day, the fifth day...

Finally, the evidence of Xiao Wenqing and Wu Tianyi's crimes was implicated.

He really couldn't explain how he felt after so many and painstaking arrangements were all useless in the end.

He raised his eyes from the newspaper and looked at Wen Ran, who was sitting there in a daze. Her delicate face was glowing with a layer of white, her eyebrows were lowered, her red lips were slightly pursed, she didn't know what she was thinking, and her slender body was motionless. , giving him the illusion that she was just a lifeless rag doll.

His heart was suffocated again, and he blurted out her name: "Ranran!"

The stunned Wen Ran trembled slightly, and after a second, she raised her cold little face to look at him. There was no focus in her dark pupils for a moment, her eyes stopped on his face, and slowly, Focus on one point.

Mo Xiuchen put down the newspaper, stood up, squatted down in front of her, and reached out to hold her hand. She wanted to avoid it, but he still held her hand.

He, who was squatting, was eye-level with her, who was sitting on the sofa. Her palms were so cold that it made him feel distressed. The strength of his hold on her hand made him tighten, "Of course, let's go home first."

Wen Ran couldn't pull away the hand held by him, and didn't bother to struggle. She just avoided his sight, looked down at the floor, and said lightly: "I'll wait for my brother to come and go home with him."

"Ran Ran!"

Mo Xiuchen's eyes hurt, and his voice changed slightly.

She doesn't even want to go home with him?

"Xiuchen, whether you agree to divorce or not, I will never go back with you. If you don't want my love for you to run out a little bit, and you don't want us to become strangers in the end, then stop being persistent, okay?"

Mo Xiuchen was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe. Her words were like sharp knives, cutting into his heart.

He held her hand so tightly, she was clearly right in front of him, he could see it, touch it, and her breath was lingering in his breath. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that she was far away. I am so far away.

It was so far away that he couldn't grasp it.

The pain in his eyes was getting thicker and deeper, so deep that he couldn't bear it. If she didn't love him from the beginning, he could just accept that he loved her, but she clearly treated him like He loves her just as much, deeply.

But because he didn't agree to her request, she would withdraw her love for him and treat him as a stranger. Not to mention her whole life, even for this moment, he couldn't stand her alienation and indifference.

"Of course, is there no other way?"

His eyes suddenly became moist again. It is said that men do not shed tears easily because they have not reached the point of sadness.

He has experienced so much suffering since he was a child, and has been on the verge of death several times, but he has never shed tears. However, now, he cannot control his tears.

Just thinking about her leaving him hurts more than tearing his heart out.

His tone was tired and weak. Not to mention the usual pride, even stubbornness was gone. What was left was just as humble as the dust.

Wen Ran suddenly raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and pursed his lips tightly.

Mo Xiuchen looked at her and suddenly smiled, a sad and melancholy smile. He held her hand and loosened it little by little. The moisture in his eyes gathered little by little as he loosened her hand.

The moment his palms became empty, tears rolled out of his eyes.

Wen Ran looked at the ceiling, not daring to look at him.

Mo Xiuchen stood up and stood tall in front of her, staring at her condescendingly, as if he wanted to remember her deeply in his heart.

Wen Ran's palms became cold, and her heart also became cold.

Even with his face turned upward, tears still slipped down the moment he let go, stretching down his cheeks and sliding down. Finally, the bitter taste dripped into the corner of his mouth, spread between his lips and teeth, and went straight to his heart...

There was silence again.

After a long while, Mo Xiuchen opened his thin lips, and his voice was soft and gentle, full of love and distress: "Of course, I won't force you. If you don't want to go home with me, just go home with Wen Jin or Ah Kai in a while." . If, after three days, you still insist on divorce, I promise you!"

At the end of the sentence, he paused and his tone became much slower than before. It seemed that he had used up all his strength to speak those words.

Wen Ran's heart suddenly suffocated, and even the last trace of color faded from her originally pale face, which was really as white as paper!

Just now, when he didn't agree, her heart ached. Now, when he agreed, her heart ached even more!

It seemed that she was going to die from pain like this. She bent her fingers and dug her nails deeply into her flesh, trying to use physical pain to relieve the pain in her heart. However, the nails pierced the palm of her hand, but the pain in her heart was not reduced by half. point.

After Mo Xiuchen finished speaking, he turned around and strode to the door, opened it, and went out.

The door closes and the footsteps leave...

Wen Ran's body sitting on the sofa suddenly slipped down and sat on the cold floor. Her face was buried in her hands. She couldn't control it anymore and burst into tears.

In the corridor, Mo Xiuchen's steps suddenly stopped, his tall body stiffened, he slowly turned his head, and stared at the door steadily.

In this simple hotel, the door of the room was not very soundproof. A gentle and suppressed cry came from the crack in the door. The sound reached his ears. His heart suddenly felt like it was being pulled with countless strings, and it became more and more intense. The tighter it gets, the more painful it becomes, and even breathing becomes extremely difficult.

However, he did not return. His tall body was frozen in the corridor, and his deep pool-like eyes were fixedly looking at the door. A wave of enthusiasm swept through his heart, overflowing his nose, and in an instant, it poured into his eyes again. His vision blurred for a moment.

Inside the door, Wen Ran cried heartbrokenly. It seemed that all the grievances turned into tears and cries. Even she didn't know why she was so aggrieved. Yes, she was aggrieved. She felt aggrieved because Mo Xiuchen left.

It was obvious that she wanted to drive him away, but paradoxically she felt so aggrieved that he wanted to die because of his leaving.

Outside the door, Mo Xiuchen's body was like a fossil. The knuckles of his hands placed on his sides were green and white. Listening to the suppressed crying coming from inside the door, his heart felt after the sharp pain. , as if he was suddenly taken away.