Master Mo's beloved wife

Qin Xiaolou looked at him, tears in his eyes, heart like a knife.

"Recently, you live here. Remember not to go to XiuXiu. You'd better be honest, or you know what I'm going to do with you."

Mo light cold said, no nostalgia turned out.

I don't know how long after that, the doorbell rang outside.

Qin Xiaolou opened the door and saw that the visitor was stunned: "Miss Tong? Mo QingHan is not here. "

"I'm not looking for him. Are you interested in chatting with me?" Tong Weiwei looks at her with a smile.

Qin Xiaolou was stunned. Tong Weiwei and the dead song Xiaoxian seem to be carved in the same mold!

She didn't know how to refuse.

"It's not convenient for you to have a cup of coffee..."

Tong Weiwei's eyes fell on her neck full of kisses, with a faint look.

"No, I just..." Qin Xiaolou pulled his shirt.

Tong Weiwei understood, turned around, and the assistant immediately handed a bag.

"This is my spare dress. Miss Qin doesn't like it. Please use it for the time being."

The logo on the bag is low-key and luxurious, and the price Qin Xiaolou never dares to think of.

The cafe is always quiet and elegant.

Tong Weiwei gently stirred the coffee in front of her: "Miss Qin, it seems that she is not very happy recently?"

"It's just a small thing." Qin Xiaolou reluctantly smiles.

"If Miss Qin can trust me, I can help you."

Tong Weiwei let go of the spoon, sat up straight and looked at her

"I can help you uncover the true face of Mo XiuXiu. I can help you clean up your grievances and save your life."

"I don't quite understand what you mean..."

"I've said all I have to say. If you don't want to, I can't force it."

Tong Weiwei's smile is always full of confidence.

Qin Xiaolou was silent for a long time: "what do you want to do for me?"

"If you want to get my help, you have to pay some, but the price is not big, as long as you leave Mo QingHan.

In this way, you will get rid of his control, and I will be his only woman. We are both beneficiaries of this matter, but I don't know if Miss Qin is interested? "

Tong Weiwei comes to the point and says her purpose.

Leave him?

Qin Xiaolou looks a little pale. She did have this idea before, but how could it be so easy?

She went back to the apartment, and sat on the sofa all afternoon.

In the middle of the night, Mo QingHan came back.

See her can't help but frown: "so late, you don't sleep?"

"Can't sleep..." Qin Xiaolou panicked to find an excuse.

"Then get me a bowl of noodles."

Qin Xiaolou was very skilled in cooking and soon came out from the kitchen with a bowl of noodles.

When she came out, she saw that Mo QingHan was tired and fell asleep on the sofa.

Sleeping, he did not have the usual sharp, but a bit more childish.

Qin Xiaolou smile, actually so sleep, probably too tired during the day.

She took a thin quilt and covered it with it. Then she sat by and watched him all the time.

Mo QingHan's sleeping face is matchless. She wants to kiss his ruddy lips

Legs numb, Qin Xiaolou changed a posture, but still reluctant to leave his eyes, if only time could be fixed at this moment.

She knew it was a luxury

Mo QingHan was very uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa. When he woke up, he saw that the noodles on the table were too thick to eat.

Qin Xiaolou is holding his knee, and his plain face is facing him. He has already fallen asleep.

He couldn't help feeling soft. He got up and carried her into the bedroom.

"Brother QingHan..."

Qin Xiaolou seems to have dreamed something.

Mo light cold suddenly sober, heavily threw her on the bed, turned and walked out.

Damn, this woman always makes him forget that she is his enemy. She killed song Xiaoxian!

The next day, when Qin Xiaolou woke up, Mo QingHan was gone.

For a week, Mo QingHan went out early and returned late. Qin Xiaolou hardly saw him.

She is like a canary in a cage, trapped in this place, unable to leave, for his sake.

"Mo QingHan has never loved you. He just wants to keep your heart. Now Mo XiuXiu can't use your heart.

So he forced you to stay with him. One day, when Mo XiuXiu needs your heart, he will take your life! "

On that day, Tong Weiwei smiles and remembers what she said.

"Miss Qin, only I can help you. I will give you freedom and let you realize your dream.

I don't ask you to promise me now. I can give you time to think about it. When you think it over, you can come to this coffee shop to see me. "

This is what Tong Weiwei left her when she left that day.

Qin Xiaolou looks at the birds flying outside the window. She is separated from them by a layer of glass, but they are two different worlds.

Is Tong Weiwei really the last straw?

Morning sunshine spread on the green grass, a fresh green, full of vitality.

"Miss Qin, you must feel very strange. Why do I help you?"

Tong Weiwei takes one thing out of her bag with a smile

"Well, isn't it familiar?"

Qin Xiaolou exclaimed: "my mobile phone..."

"To be exact, it's the mobile phone that has been hit by the ink light cold." Tong Weiwei mercilessly snuffs out her last hope:

"If he really cares about you, how can he destroy the evidence you got in front of him?"

Qin Xiaolou couldn't tell. She muttered and didn't know what to say.

"He threw away his mobile phone just to protect Mo XiuXiu. In his eyes, Mo XiuXiu is his sister, and you are just a maid."

Tong Weiwei's voice is gentle, but she tells the most heartless truth.

Qin Xiaolou's heart is mercilessly pulled together, that painful feeling, even let her body slightly tremble for a while.

Tong Weiwei gently stirs the coffee in front of her, the action is extremely elegant.

Qin Xiaolou's face was pale, and even her lips were a little less bloody. She tried to hold back her tears.

"Tears are the most useless thing." Tong Weiwei put the coffee in front of her

"I suggest you think it over. Opportunities won't always be there."

Qin Xiaolou took the coffee and drank it clean. It tasted good.

"Tomorrow is the time for Mohist's next dinner. It's your chance."

Tong Weiwei smiles at her and gets up to leave.

It's night.

Qin Xiaolou sat down for an afternoon, got up and gave himself a bowl of plain noodles.

Mo QingHan pushed the door and came in.

Qin Xiaolou was a little surprised. Did he come back so early today?

Mo light cold saw that bowl noodles, eyebrows slightly wrinkle: "dinner to eat this?"

Qin Xiaolou nodded and made a clumsy excuse: "it's better to be a vegetarian at night."

"Just make something decent for dinner. Is there no food at home? Or do you want people to say I abused you? "