Cold President: Ex-wife is hard to chase

Chapter 127 The little girl can do it (4)
"What are you happy about?" Feeling in his heart that Ling Mo was setting up a circle jump for her, he couldn't help but jump down.

"When a wife becomes a civil servant, it is equivalent to holding a solid job. As a husband, I am of course very happy."

"Ling Mo!" Looking at Ling Mo's dim eyes, Ye Chen suddenly thought of something, and an exclamation reverberated in the carriage, "Your company really has a problem, right?"

Don't blame Ye Chen for having this idea. Before, when she drank chicken soup, Ling Mo was full of resentment. Later, he mentioned from time to time to let her keep him. It would be difficult not to let her think of his company having problems.

Shopping malls are like battlefields. Although Ye Chen is not in the business world, he is well versed in this truth.

The sea is ups and downs, and in the blink of an eye, it is a matter of joy for several families and worry for several families.

"Honey, if one day I really have nothing and become a pauper, will you still want me?" Suddenly, Ling Mo stepped on the brakes, pulled over the car, turned his face, and looked at Ye Chen seriously. .

Hearing this question clearly, Ye Chen's first reaction was not to answer yes or no, but to stand there dumbfounded, a scene from a TV series popping up in his mind.

Fu Erkang hugged Ziwei, and said to Qianlong in tears: "No matter whose daughter she is, even if she is a beggar's daughter, I love her the same!"

Everyone present, except Qianlong who was abducted by Ziwei and has not yet obtained Xiangfei, there is no one who is not moved by it.

Such a scene of Qiong Yao was vividly played out in her mind, which showed that the scene in front of her was such a good start for a sensational drama.

Theoretically speaking, when Ling Mo asked her like this, she should also take the opportunity to grab Ling Mo's hand, look into his eyes very provocatively, and say seriously: "Oh, no, Ling Mo, no matter what you are , have money or not, I want you...until the end of time."

It's a pity that such a case, for Ye Chen who is not too thick-skinned, is not modest, she really can't tell the truth.

Just like that, following Ling Mo's words and Ye Chen's silence, the atmosphere suddenly froze.

It was rare for Ling Mo to speak again, as if he was giving time to Ye Chen to think about it, and he was also waiting for the answer he wanted, but unfortunately...

Ye Chen kept his lips tightly shut, and his eyes began to wander to the left and right, but he just didn't look at him.

At this moment, Ling Mo's cell phone on the instrument panel rang, he turned his eyes away from Ye Chen, and glanced at the screen lightly.

The whole person could not see any joy or anger, and he was calm and calm enough to make people feel scared. The calm and composed Ling Mo who exuded hostility seemed to be back again.

"Hello..." He didn't avoid Ye Chen, and directly pressed the answer button in front of her.

In a confined space, and two people sitting so close together, it's hard not to hear.

What came from the microphone was a clear and sweet voice like a yellow warbler, it was a bright pearl.

As Mingzhu's word "Mo" came to her ears, Ye Chen felt very uncomfortable. She opened the car door and got out of the car. If you don't want to hear or face something, the best way is to avoid it. it.

Ling Mo put the phone to his ear, talking to the person on the other end, but his eyes were always locked on Ye Chen, "Mingzhu, what's the matter?"

"I'm hurt." Mingzhu's voice came from the other end with a bit of crying.

Although Ling Mo really wanted to say that he should go to a doctor or COZY if he was injured, but when the words came to his lips, thinking of Mingzhu's kindness to him, he changed his way and asked softly, "Is it serious?"

"Yeah." Following Ling Mo's caring voice, Mingzhu seemed even more aggrieved, "The nail of the middle finger is broken."

"Did you see a doctor?" Ling Mo saw Ye Chen squatting down, because he didn't know what she was doing, he also opened the car door and walked down.

"I saw it, but it still hurts."

Seeing Ye Chen squatting on the ground to watch the ants move, Ling Mo heaved a long sigh of relief, because his mood suddenly improved, and he spoke softly to Mingzhu, "I have something to do now, you go back first." Home, let Aunt Pei cook you something delicious."

With that said, he took the phone away from his ear, intending to hang up directly.

He knew that there were some things that could not be delayed. The longer the delay, the more it would cause the other party to misunderstand.

"Mo, I'm lost." Mingzhu spoke extremely fast.

Sure enough, Ling Mo put the phone back to his ear, "Where are you?"

Knowing that there are many ways to solve the problem of getting lost, and it is certain that Mingzhu, who is the saint of the "Mad World", Ling Mo still does not want to be too ruthless towards her. In the final analysis, he actually does not want to hurt Mingzhu's self-esteem too much.

When she spoke again, Mingzhu's voice was filled with surprise, "Let me see..." Three seconds later, she said again, "Mo, I seem to be on the road to health."

She was very smart, she was standing under the road sign, and the three words "Healthy Road" were clearly written on the road sign, but she deliberately added two words, making it look like she was lost.

"Well, just stand there and don't move, I'll come right away."

Holding the hung up phone in his hand, the corners of Mingzhu's lips raised high, Ling Mo cared about himself after all.

For the rest of the time, she was like a young girl in love, no matter where she was standing at the corner of the street and the draft was cold, she stood there full of hope and waited for her "lover" whom she had loved for many years .

Soon, a black Porsche stopped in front of her arrogantly and quietly. Ling Mo jumped out of the car, walked to her side, opened the rear door for her, and let her sit in.

Just as she was full of enthusiasm and love, and with the arrival of the man, she swelled to the extreme, but her hopes were shattered in an instant, and her whole body was disheartened, as if someone poured a bucket of ice water over her head in an instant.

On a not-so-cold spring day, when she saw the woman sitting in the co-pilot seat, she seemed to be in the coldest and coldest three or nine days.

How could Ye Chen not feel the coldness that Mingzhu looked at her? Likewise, she didn't want to see Mingzhu very much. If Ling Mo hadn't forced her into the car, she really wouldn't have sat in this car.

Along the way, Ling Mo didn't speak any more, but she felt the atmosphere was a bit dull and said, "I want to send my father off so much, besides really saying goodbye to him, I still want to ask him for a favor."

(End of this chapter)