Mr. Mo, your ex-girlfriend is asking for reconciliation again

Chapter 8 I Know I'm Your Most Hated Ex-Girlfriend
Qiao Ruoxin sat on the sofa, writing on the paper with a pen, not knowing what she was describing.

A smile would appear on her lips from time to time, and she seemed to be immersed in her own world.

……

Two hours later.

The office door was pushed open, and Mo Chen walked in with a pair of long legs. There seemed to be a hint of anxiety in his dark eyes.

Seeing Qiao Ruoxin sleeping on the sofa, the hostility in him finally slowly dissipated.

He walked to the desk and dialed the intercom: "Bring in a blanket."

Then, he returned to the sofa in the reception area and sat on it, looking at Qiao Ruoxin's peaceful sleeping face, with an elegant curve at the corner of his mouth.

Mo Chen noticed a few comic strips on the coffee table.

He frowned slightly and picked up the pages with his slender fingers.

It's him painted above.

I raised my eyes to look at the sleeping Qiao Ruoxin. Was she drawing him when she took the paper and pen?
This girlish style of painting is romantic and gentle.

The painting showed him working just now, even his frown and unhappy expression were drawn.

At this time, there was a knock on the door and Secretary Jiang brought a blanket.

Mo Chen glanced at Qiao Ruoxin who was sleeping opposite him and motioned Secretary Jiang to cover her with a blanket.

Secretary Jiang gently covered Qiao Ruoxin with a blanket and left the office.

He stared at the cartoon on the paper and fell into deep thought.

Qiao Ruoxin was multi-talented and was admitted to a top film academy in China at the age of 16.

If she hadn't been his woman, she would have been shining in the entertainment industry by now. With her looks, it would not be a problem for her to become a top star.

“Does it look like you?”

Suddenly, Qiao Ruoxin's confused and lazy voice sounded.

Mo Chen raised his eyes and looked over. She looked sleepy, soft and lovely.

He said coldly: "Not like that."

Qiao Ruoxin wrapped the blanket tightly, sat up, and snorted: "You say one thing and mean another. Keep it for your collection. I know you like it very much." Mo Chen looked at her with disdain, and said indifferently: "It's too ugly."

Qiao Ruoxin frowned and lifted the blanket from her body.

He stood up, picked up the paintings, walked over, and forcibly placed them in the drawer of the desk.

"It must be collected, no discussion!"

Mo Chen looked at her: "Qiao Ruoxin, what identity do you have to be so domineering here now?"

"I know, I know. You don't have to remind me again. I know I'm your most hated ex-girlfriend."

Qiao Ruoxin sat back on the sofa with an indifferent expression on her face and noticed his cell phone.

She picked up the phone, and the moment she saw the lock screen, her heart ached again.

The lock screen is a selfie of Qiao Ruoxin, making faces at the camera, looking quirky, cute and sweet.

"Why is this still the lock screen on your phone? It's so ugly. Can you change it to a beautiful photo of me?" There was a hint of complaint in her tone.

Qiao Ruoxin quickly entered the password, and it was her birthday, so she felt relieved.

Then, the wallpaper on her phone that caught her eye made her heart tremble. It was a profile of her sleeping on the bed, with thick and curled eyelashes. She could no longer remember when it was.

Qiao Ruoxin frowned and looked at the man opposite: "Why don't you use pictures of me making faces or sleeping? I have so many beautiful pictures..."

Mo Chen spoke slowly in a chilly voice: "That is the fake you, not the real you."

That's true, all the beautiful photos were deliberately posed by her.

"Change it, it damages my image." As she said this, she was about to change the lock screen and wallpaper.

Mo Chen suddenly stood up, snatched the phone from her hand, accidentally touched her fingers, and quickly withdrew his hand.

A feeling of nausea gradually came over him, but he suppressed it.

Qiao Ruoxin caught the strange look that flashed across his handsome face and saw how distressed he was.

Is it so painful to just touch someone? Is it so serious?
Why does this man push himself like this?

(End of this chapter)