Lovesickness awaits

Chapter 117
Mo Yan came back to his senses, lowered his head to hide the turbulent waves in his eyes, and the turbulent waves in his heart, and said after a long time, "You have helped me a lot, you are a good person."

Mr. Li's face darkened, "You know that's not what I asked!"

Mr. Li slammed his chopsticks on the table a little annoyed, propped his hands on the table, and looked down at her burningly, "I'm asking, how do you feel about me, women and men!"

Mo Yan drank the porridge slowly, without saying a word. In fact, her heart was already in a mess. She didn't expect that Mr. Li would ask this question at this time.

She undoubtedly has a good impression of Mr. Li, but if she tells him the purpose of coming this time, then the so-called good impression will become less pure due to the drive of profit, not to mention, he still doesn't know his current physical condition , if she agrees now, she is deceiving the other party.

The relationship with Gu Yichen had exhausted her physically and mentally. If she didn't handle that marriage properly, she would not be able to accept anyone, especially Mr. Li, whom she least wanted to hurt.

Her silence made Mr. Li gradually lose his patience. Men strategize in business, but they like to be straightforward when it comes to relationships. It was the first time Mr. Li had a different feeling for a woman, but he didn't expect her to be a boring gourd. Salt does not enter.

"Snapped"

Mr. Li's palm landed on the dining table, and the dishes on the table began to shake with his strength. Mo Yan's hand movements paused for a long time before he said, "I'm sorry."

Mr. Li let go of his hand, pursed the corners of his lips, and after a long time, he said sarcastically, "Why, do you still expect to stay and fly with your husband after the matter is satisfactorily resolved? Or you already have a better choice, childhood sweetheart sounds really tempting .”

Mo Yan's heart was bitter when he answered each sentence with ridicule. She took a deep breath, raised her chin, and said calmly, "It's all good. After all, I am similar to them in age and have a common language."

Mr. Li's face darkened. Thinking of the news that Shiyan sent today, Gu Yichen mobilized [-] million funds to go to Mo's, and the anger around him suddenly increased. He sneered, "So I'm just one of your many plans!"

Mo Yan didn't speak, because she couldn't say anything anymore, she knew what it was like to be stabbed in the heart, so how could she be willing to stab someone else with a knife.

Her silence aroused Mr. Li's emotions on the verge of an explosion. He sighed, let go of his hand, looked down at her condescendingly, and said every word with a sullen face, "Miss Mo, I'm patient with you, that's all!"

After he finished speaking, he pulled away the chair behind him, and left the living room with a frosty face.

Mo Yan clenched her fingers tightly, a sense of panic surged in her heart, which could not dissipate for a long time, she stood up, silently put away the soup bowls on the table to the kitchen, after cleaning, picked up the bag on the table, and finally looked at Looking upstairs at Mr. Li's room, he left without looking back.

Mao Tuan tilted his head, his eyes rolled around, the human world is really difficult to understand, and no one feeds Ben Miao to eat small dried fish...

Mr. Li was upstairs listening to the silence below for a long time, so he couldn't hold back, opened the door and looked down, only to find that the living room had been tidied up, and the damned woman who only made him angry had disappeared.

He slammed the door with a sullen face, and opened it again a few seconds later. He pulled on his slippers and went downstairs to the kitchen. Mo Yan packed up the leftovers and dumped them into the trash can. There was only a little millet porridge left in the pot.

Mr. Li stood there with his lips pursed for a while, then stretched out his hand to unscrew the gas.

A few minutes later, Mr. Li came out of the kitchen with a bowl of porridge.

Mao Tuan, who had been staying in the living room for a long time, smelled a strange smell with his keen sense of smell, and his eyes were piercing, curious.

Seeing Mr. Li coming out, Leaving quickly jumped off the climbing frame and followed.

That smell came from Mr. Li's bowl.

Mao Tuan hesitated for a moment, jumped onto the dining table, stretched his front paws forward, leaned his big head on his forelimbs, and looked at Mr. Li eagerly.

Mr. Li glanced at it, and slowly turned his body to block the sight of the hairball. The little guy gave a dissatisfied "meow".

Mr. Li frowned as he looked at the dark millet porridge. He frowned. It smelled a bit different from just now. He didn't think too much about it. He took a spoonful of it and waited for it to cool, and put it in the entrance of the room.

Then, Mr. Li stopped his movements. The strange burning taste was really hard to swallow. He pushed the soup bowl away unhappily, and stared at the door with a sullen face.

Damn woman, you can't let him eat in peace!

Seeing that the owner was not moving, Mao Tuan raised his head and let out a soft "meow", his bulging eyes were full of anticipation.

Garfield's curiosity is not ordinary, especially the gluttonous Garfield who likes to chew everything in his mouth.

Mr. Li narrowed his eyes, got up and took the food plate of Maotuan, scooped a spoonful of porridge, and put it on the food plate.

When Mao Tuan saw the owner feeding it, he immediately stood up, gave a very melodious "meow", then lowered his head and stuck out his tongue to lick the porridge on the plate. As a result, the slightly bitter taste in his mouth made the little guy's hair all over his body explode. He got up, jumped off the table with his mouth pouting, and went to find some water to drink.

Meow~ so bitter~
Mr. Li raised his eyebrows one by one slowly, and his mood became more comfortable, but when he thought of what the woman who cooked porridge for him just said, he couldn't be happy at all, pushed away the porridge bowl, and served it again. building.

When Mo Yan returned to the apartment, she accidentally saw Pang Jiayi. These two people always go home at different times these days. Sometimes when she visited Henry in the hospital, it was rare for her to see each other. It was found that Pang Jiayi was a little depressed and his face was full of fatigue.

"came back."

Seeing her come in, Pang Jiayi asked casually, and sat on the sofa with a bowl of instant noodles, staring at the entertainment programs on TV, his eyes sparkling brightly.

The heartless look looks not too different from before, Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, walked over and said, "Your hospital is too busy, you don't go home all day long, and you still eat instant noodles when you come back, your body can bear it ?"

"There's no way, the temperature is cooling down at the end of the year, many people are sick, many doctors in our department have gone to the clinic, and they all rush to the end of the year to have a few days off."

As soon as Pang Jia took a sip of the soup, she smacked her mouth and sighed, "If I can eat instant noodles, I feel like I'm in heaven."

Mo Yan scolded with a smile, "Virtue!"

Pang Jia smiled and asked, "Uncle is recovering well, and he will be discharged from the hospital in a few days."

Mo Yan put away her smile, and said in silence for a while, "The house my dad used to live in has been taken away by the bank, and the other property mortgages have also expired. I can't take him there. The bank came to the door every three days. I'm afraid it will affect his mood."

Pang Jia nodded, "That's right, by the way, you and Gu Yichen, you..."

"I have asked Zhou Heng to help me draft a divorce agreement. I will divorce him in a week at the latest."

(End of this chapter)