Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

"Didn't you realize that this silk scarf is very expensive?" Mu Ru smiled wryly and said, "At that time, I was still a servant in the Xi family. Is a servant worthy of having a silk scarf?"

Dongfang Mo was taken aback, it was just a silk scarf, in his opinion there was nothing worthy or unworthy, but Xi Yuanyuan hated Mu Ru back then, so he probably wouldn't buy her a silk scarf or something.

"Then why do you have Mu Xue's silk scarf on your body?" Dongfang Mo became more and more puzzled.

"Because Mu Xue was very smug and beautiful at that time, she liked to wear silk scarves, but she was easy to lose her body, and she liked to say that someone else took her, so my mother thought of a way, that is, put it on her silk scarf. Embroider her name, and Xi Muxue doesn't like to use needles and threads, so this job becomes mine, and I embroider her name on each silk scarf for her."

Mu Ru paused here, and then said softly: "I should have gone to the stationery store to buy supplies that day, and it was a little close to the Central Park, so I took her silk scarf to the Central Park to embroider for a while, but The horizontal line under the word Xue has not been embroidered yet, and there was no thread at that time."

It was only then that Dongfang Mo noticed that it was indeed so. The last line of the inverted mountain under the snow character was obviously a little shorter than the upper two lines, but he thought it was a deliberate embroidered character with missing corners.

"Mu Ru," Dongfang Mo's voice was trembling with excitement, and he squeezed her arms harder and harder, "Mu Ru, that day...if it wasn't for this silk scarf, I wouldn't have gone to the banquet with you." Mu Xue made the marriage contract, I... thought that she was the one who bandaged my wound."

Perhaps it was because Dongfang Mo hugged her too tightly, and Mu Ru felt her arms hurt a little. She couldn't help but struggled a little bit, but she wasn't very excited, she just asked lightly: "You mean, you are the black man at noon. Have to be like a ghost?"

Dongfang Mo couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard her words, he relaxed her a little bit and said, "No, at that time, I fell into a pile of soot while riding a motorcycle, and threw my whole face, can I not be dyed into Baogong?" ?”

Mu Ru nodded, and then said lightly: "Okay, President Dongfang, if you have nothing to do, let me go upstairs. I feel a little tired. Since you won't let me go, then I'll just stay."

"Mu Ru, back then..." Dongfang Mo said with some difficulty, "Actually, in my heart..."

"That's enough, President Dongfang," Mu Ru quickly cut off his words, and then reminded him lightly: "Even if you got engaged to Xi Muxue because you got married to the wrong person, before you got into a car accident, you and Xi Muxue were married. Mu Xue also dated for almost half a year, even the day you got into a car accident, Xi Mu Xue was still with you..."

"I thought she was you, and the impression you left in my mind was so good, so I just..."

"I'm sorry, President Dongfang, I might not be so interested in hearing the love story between you and Xi Muxue," Mu Ru still said lightly, trying to break free from his embrace, turned around, and walked towards his holiday villa.

"Mu Ru, why don't you believe me?" Dongfang Mo shouted distressedly from behind: "I really thought Mu Xue was you, the silk scarf you wore back then was tied to the wrong thread and set up the wrong bridge for me. You brought me soup by the hospital bed instead of Mu Xue, and telling me stories made me feel more fond of Mu Xue, and at that time—”