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Xiao Moqing turned around, his handsome and delicate face showing no emotion.
"What do you want to say?" His dark eyes were like deep pools, "You want me to divorce my wife and then marry her?"
The man¡¯s eyes were deep and compelling, as sharp as a knife. Mi Wei was taken by his aura and couldn¡¯t help but take a few steps back.
Xiao Moqing looked at him with cold eyes.
"For Nanxi's sake, forget it this time. But next time"
Mi Wei came back to her senses, "How about next time?"
She smiled softly and said, "Nanxi doesn't want to kidnap you with morality because of love. He will give you time and freedom. He will follow you from the time you have nothing until you become successful and occupy a high position. . She stayed with you and devoted everything to you. Now that you are full of flowers, you have left her behind and married someone else? "
Miwei raised her head and stared into the man's eyes without hesitation.
"If I remember correctly, your mother gave Nanxi an ancestral family token. You and Nanxi were engaged before, right?"
Xiao Moqing listened expressionlessly, without any emotion.
He said coldly: "I don't have to respond to every relationship."
"Xiao Moqing, you broke your promise."
"I am not the one who promised her. And" The man's dark eyes instantly turned cold, "You are not qualified to talk to me about this."
After saying that, Xiao Moqing left without stopping.
Mi Wei stood there, looking at the man's indifferent back, and didn't look away for a long time.
After a while, Mi Wei also left.
Song Chujiu stood quietly behind the pillar at the door.
It wasn¡¯t until now that she realized that there were so many things she didn¡¯t know.
This painting was painted by Nan Xi. What was his purpose in taking this painting away?
He and Nanxi actually still have an engagement?
If this engagement really exists, it probably happened when they were children, right?
Xiao Moqing told her that Nanxi was the daughter of Xiao Moqing's mother's old friend. If she could raise her friend's daughter by her side, the relationship should be unusually close.
When I was young, it was normal to order a baby to kiss or something like that.
Song Chujiu remembered again how he looked at something in the study that night.
At that time, his eyes were focused and soft.
In the past, he would only look at her like this.
But after he recovered, this look never appeared again.
The night wind made Song Chujiu very cold.
When I got home, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
There were Xiao Moqing's shoes on the shoe rack, and he had already returned before her.
Song Chujiu subconsciously looked at his phone.
There are no text messages or calls on the phone.
It turns out that it doesn¡¯t matter if you don¡¯t see her when you get home?
Looking at the clock on the wall, Song Chujiu remembered that in the past, whenever she came back a little late, there would be constant text messages and phone calls. Sometimes, he would even suddenly appear in front of her.
Song Chujiu went upstairs and gently opened the bedroom door.
The room was pitch dark, and there was no sign of a man on the bed.
Song Chujiu turned on the light in the bedroom. The room was bright and the bed was neat and tidy, just like when she left in the morning.
Song Chujiu walked out of the room and came to the door of the study.
She knocked on the door gently, "Xiao Moqing, are you in there?"
In the study room, the sound of men¡¯s footsteps soon came.
Immediately, the door to the study room was opened. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com