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Chapter 817 No one can separate us
On the second floor, the bedrooms of Mo Xiaozhen and Zhang Xintong.

Zhang Xintong followed Mo Xiaozhen into the bedroom, seeing him take off his coat, he quickly reached out to take it, walked to the hanger to hang it up, and when he turned around, Mo Xiaozhen had already walked towards the bathroom.

Zhang Xintong bit her lip, walked to the closet, opened the closet, took out a set of light gray men's home clothes, and followed, "Husband, here are your clothes."

Mo Xiaozhen didn't answer, nor did he speak.

Zhang Xintong blinked, and put the clothes in her hand into the cabinet next to the wall, "I'll get you the bath water."

"go out."

Mo Xiaozhen's voice was cold.

Zhang Xintong paused, looked up at Mo Xiaozhen, "...I'll put the bath water for you and go out."

"You are the eldest lady of the Zhang family, not a servant of our Mo family. It is not in line with your status to put bath water in. Go out."

Mo Xiaozhen's voice was flat, as if he was just saying a fact.

"You are my husband, is there any problem if I put bath water for my husband?" Zhang Xintong's voice was very soft and cautious.

Mo Xiaozhen glanced at Zhang Xintong, his pupils were cold, "In a normal marriage, it's okay for a wife to put bath water for her husband, but you and I don't belong to the normal category, so there is a problem."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Xintong turned slightly pale, and looked at Mo Xiaozhen with aggrieved eyes.

"I mean let you go out!" Mo Xiaozhen frowned impatiently, his voice was still deserted, without any major emotional ups and downs.

Zhang Xintong stared at Mo Xiaozhen's indifferent handsome face, squeezed his fists, turned around and went out.

Mo Xiaozhen walked to the door, closed the door, directly grabbed the hem of the shirt and lifted it up, took it off from his head, threw it into the dirty clothes basket beside him, and walked towards the shower room while pulling out his belt.

Standing under the shower, Mo Xiaozhen didn't even adjust the temperature, and turned on the water directly. The cold water poured down from his head, but he didn't seem to feel it. His pair of dark eyes were silently staring at his ankles. place.

After more than two months of recuperation, the wounds on his body and the cold air sucked into his body in the basement darkroom of Fengyuan in those days have basically healed and dissipated. Only two scars on his ankles are left to remind him of everything he has suffered.

At the same time, whenever he saw the scar on his ankle, a tough and hoarse voice sounded in his ear.

"Mo Xiaoxi, listen clearly, even if I, Qiao Yimo, cheated, I would never be so stupid as to live-broadcast the cheating video, ruin my reputation, and be branded as a slut and a bad woman..."

"Mo Xiaoxi, you are more selfish and arrogant than I imagined!"

During this time, Mo Xiaozhen tried to avoid and ignore the voice, but no matter how hard he tried, it would always find an opportunity to penetrate into his brain and ears.

As the voice echoed more frequently, the hatred for Qiao Yimo in Mo Xiaozhen's heart became less and less, replaced by more and more emptiness, loss and panic.

And the stronger this feeling was, the less he dared to think about that voice again!

He seems to be walking on a desolate, never-ending road. Deep down in his heart, he knows that this road has no return date, but he is still self-paralyzed and self-hypnotized, refusing to accept the reality.

Mo Xiaozhen stared at the pupils of his ankles, a layer of deep red that couldn't be melted spread.

……

Mo Xiaozhen took a shower, came out of the bathroom wearing home clothes, and saw Zhang Xintong sitting by the bed at a glance.

Mo Xiaozhen was not surprised by this at all.

Zhang Xintong looked at Mo Xiaozhen's less indifferent face just after taking a shower, and got up to get the hair dryer.

Holding a hair dryer and walking in front of Mo Xiaozhen, Zhang Xintong seemed a little afraid of Mo Xiaozhen, pursed her lips, and whispered, "Can I blow your hair for you?"

"Miss Zhang's blowing my hair, I can't stand it."

Mo Xiaozhen took the hair dryer from Zhang Xintong's hand, turned around and went into the bathroom again.

A few seconds after he went in, Zhang Xintong's slight wind sound wafted out of it.

Zhang Xintong pursed her lips a little tight, her eyes were faintly red as she stared at the bathroom.

When we first met, Mo Xiaozhen treated her harshly, with disgust and impatience on his face, she thought that was the worst and most unbearable thing for her.

But only now did she realize that that wasn't what made her most uncomfortable.

It's his current attitude.

When he spoke to her, he would not speak coldly on purpose. He would reply to what she said, but no matter what he said, his voice was always faint, like stagnant water. A little turmoil.

Before he angered Mu Qingxun because of Qiao Yimo and was taken away by him, for a while, their relationship was obviously slowing down, and she could even feel that he was slowly accepting her.

Although he would sneer at her unscrupulously when he thought she was annoying, it was better than his constant indifference towards her after she asked her parents to do everything possible to rescue him from Mu Qingxun.

For this, it was hard for Zhang Xintong not to blame Qiao Yimo for Mo Xiaozhen's change of attitude towards her.

A touch of coldness flashed across Zhang Xintong's red eyes.

Speaking of which, she still doesn't know what Mo Xiaoxun and Qiao Yimo did to make Mu Qingxun hit Mo Xiaoxun so hard!

At that time, Mu Shi rescued Mo Xiaozhen from Mu Qingxun's hands. When they sent Mo Xiaozhen to the hospital, he was eaten by some kind of wild beast so that there was not a piece of intact skin left, and his ankle was even cruelly clamped. Into the hook.

Not only that, the doctor said that the cold air entered his lungs, and the disease was fundamental. After he was sent to the hospital, he started to have a high fever, which barely subsided after a full week of fever. Raise well.

It can be seen from this that when Mu Qingxun was torturing Mo Xiaoxun, he clearly didn't want him to live.

thinking.

Zhang Xintong withdrew her gaze, walked to the dressing table in a few steps, opened the drawer, took out a spare mobile phone from it, and walked out of the balcony while turning it on.

……

In the blink of an eye, in the middle and late May, Qiao Yimo showed his belly, and he needed to support his waist no matter where he went.

In addition to reading some books every day, she occasionally goes to the laboratory to stay for a while, just doing aerobic exercise, listening to music, and doing prenatal education by the way, her life is peaceful and stable, with a faint taste of the years.

Mu Qingxun spends most of her time in the closed garden and spends a lot of time with her, but she goes out every other day or two, which has become a regular pattern.

Qiao Yimo never asked him what he was doing out there.

This morning, Qiao Yimo woke up after nine o'clock, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Mu Qingxun sitting by the bed, staring down at her.

Just woke up.

Qiao Yimo's eyes were sleepy, so he didn't pay much attention to the emotion in his eyes.

Qiao Yimo squinted her eyes, sniffed her nose, smelled the smell of preserved egg and lean meat porridge in the air, and knew that Mu Qingxun had already fed her breakfast when she fell asleep.

Well, Qiao Yimo expressed his admiration for his ability to eat without hindrance even when he was asleep.

Stretching out his hand and rubbing his eyes, Qiao Yimo took a few lazily breaths, and when he went to look at Mu Qingxun again, he found that he was still staring straight at him, with a dark color in his eyes that Qiao Yimo couldn't understand.

Qiao Yimo swallowed, stretched out a hand from under the quilt, held Mu Qingxun's arm, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Mu, are you alright?"

Mu Qingxun took Qiao Yimo's hand on his arm, pinched it in the palm of his hand, stared at her deeply with black eyes for a while, then bent down without warning, and kissed her.

Qiao Yimo opened her eyes wide in shock, and looked at him blankly.

Mu Qingxin closed her eyes slightly, her handsome face was blushing, as if she was moved, she pressed her and kissed her deeper and deeper.

After five or six minutes, Mu Qingxun got up from Qiao Yimo, carried her to the bathroom for a brief cleaning, came out, carefully put her on the bed, went to the cloakroom to get a set of home clothes, and put her on herself.

Qiao Yimo blushed, and when Mu Qingxun put on her clothes and was about to shake her hands, she grabbed his hand.

Mu Qingxun was slightly startled, looked down at her, and when her eyes inadvertently swept across her swollen belly, they tightened suddenly, "Did I hurt you?"

"..." Qiao Yimo's ears were feverish, his eyes were moist with water, he glanced at him, and shook his head, "No."

"Really?" Mu Qingxun stared at her.

"...Really." Qiao Yimo whispered.

Mu Qingxun looked at her silently.

Qiao Yimo pulled him to sit next to him, tilted his head, and looked at him with big eyes, "Brother Mu, is it..."

It's just that Qiao Yimo hasn't asked yet.

The sound of the phone vibrating came from the bedside table beside him.

Qiao Yimo paused and looked at the bedside table. His eyes touched the vibrating black mobile phone on the bedside table for a second, and a big hand with sharp bones stretched out and took the phone away.

Joey was stunned.

At this time, Mu Qingyan pulled her hand away from her, stood up, and walked towards the balcony, "I'm going to answer the phone."

Qiao Yimo was a little dazed, and looked at Mu Qingxun's straight back with a dazed look.

In her impression, he never shy away from her when answering the phone...

And even though she only saw it just now, the phone was very new, not the one he usually used at all.

But she clearly remembered that he answered the call with his original mobile phone in the study last night.

Qiao Yimo pursed her lips and frowned unconsciously.

(End of this chapter)