The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 401 Deep Love
Mo Chiwei leaned tall and tall in front of the car, holding a cigarette between his long fingers, not smoking, letting the curling smoke rise and blur his handsome outline.

There was a drizzle in the sky, and a cloud of bright water mist filled his short black hair.

Tang Xinyan thought of the phone call she made with him in the afternoon, and that embarrassing sense of shame spread from the bottom of her heart again.

The hand hanging by her side tightly grasped the strap of her bag, she took a deep breath, and was about to pass by him pretending not to notice, when suddenly there was an umbrella above her head.

Looking at Fu Sichen who was chasing him, she frowned, "Why are you here?"

"It's raining, I'll take you to the door."

Tang Xinyan thought of the promise she made to her mother last night, she hesitated for a moment, and did not refuse Fu Sichen.

When Fu Sichen walked up to her holding an umbrella, Mo Chiwei, who had been looking far into the distance, looked at her.

The sky darkened early in winter, and under the shadowy lights, his facial features became more profound and three-dimensional, but they were also covered with a layer of coldness.

She knew that he didn't like any further interaction between her and Fu Sichen.

But at the same time, she didn't want to have any interaction with him anymore.

The more reluctant you are, the more you want to stop thinking in your heart.

She didn't have the courage to look at him as she passed him.

Even so, she could still feel his burning eyes fixed on her.

It was like a raging flame that was going to burn her.

Obviously, it only takes a few short steps to pass by him, but every step is like walking on the edge of a knife, very heavy and difficult.

Finally at the gate of the unit, Tang Xinyan said to Fu Sichen, "Thank you, I can go up by myself."

How could Fu Sichen not understand that she just used him as a shield just now, and she didn't let him go at all in her heart, nor did she regard him as a friend.

"Xinyan, I think Mo Chiwei will keep pestering you forever, if possible, I'd like to help you..."

Tang Xinyan interrupted Fu Sichen with a bad face, "No, I'll say it again, no matter what happens between me and him, you and I will never go back to the past. I hate him, but I also love him. And To you, I don't have much resentment anymore, it's just that I can't let go of some hurts in the past!"

Fu Sichen was shocked physically and mentally when he heard her say Ai Mo Chiwei.

Under his shocked gaze, she turned and went upstairs.

After watching her into the elevator, he turned around in a daze.

However, after walking a few steps, he saw Mo Chiwei walking towards him.

He unbuttoned the only button of his black suit, took off his coat, and threw it into the car.

His brows and eyes are silent, his facial features are profound and straight, and the shadowy light falls on his face, which is so stern and charming.

Fu Sichen has always been full of confidence in himself, if his rival in love is another man, he is still somewhat sure of getting Tang Xinyan back.

But it was Mo Chiwei.

From the strands of his hair to his toes, the word exquisite is written.

Seeing Mo Chiwei walking and rolling up his sleeves, Fu Sichen frowned, "What are you doing? Do you want to fight?"

Mo Chiwei's eyes were like cold pools, dangerous and cold, and his thin lips were raised in a half-smile, "The rose she received today was from you?"

Fu Sichen saw that he looked gloomy as if he was going to tear him apart, his pupils shrank slightly, and there was a provocative and contemptuous anger on his face, "I sent it to you, she is going to divorce you, every day dies." Is stalking useful? I knew you had no good intentions in marrying her, she has suffered enough injuries, if you still have a little conscience, don't disturb her life any more—"

Before Fu Sichen finished speaking, he was punched hard in the face.

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(End of this chapter)