Never deeply in love

Mo Shoucheng's eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty, and he comforted Xu Jiaorou with love. "Rourou, don't be sad about Xiao Ran. He'll be fine."

Xu Jiaorou nodded with tears in her eyes, and her brows twitched slightly. She grabbed Mo Shoucheng's arm with hatred. "Brother Cheng, Xiao Ran is fine. How did he get drunk and get into a car accident all of a sudden? It must have been Mo Zihan. It must have been him."

Mo Shoucheng's heart was filled with hatred. He had never thought of it this way, but now, he had no evidence to prove that it had anything to do with Mo Zihan.

"I will definitely find out about this." Mo Shoucheng gritted his teeth and appeased his angry lover.

"He must have been worried that xiao ran would fight for the family property with him, so he started to get rid of Xiao Ran so that he could monopolize the property of the Mo family."

Xu Jiaorou's tears gathered in his eyes, full of resentment, "Brother Cheng, we can't just sit back and wait. Wen Lan broke our story today. Maybe Mo Zihan will find a way to deal with us when he finds out. We have to do it first."

Mo Shoucheng's eyes twitched. Xu Jiaorou's words were right in his mind. Wen Lan's attitude had made it clear that he no longer trusted him. He really had to be prepared.

"So, according to you, what should we do?" Mo Shoucheng's face flashed with malice, his expression sinister and terrifying, and he quickly made up his mind.

"Make Wen Lan disappear." Xu Jiaorou was furious when he thought of the scene in the hospital where he had bowed to Wen Lan.

She gritted her teeth and told Mo Shoucheng her plan word by word, "As long as she's not around, you can marry me into the family. We're a family. We're not afraid of not having a chance. It's easier to deal with Mo-tse han."

Mo Xiaoran had already been in trouble, and she didn't want to wait any longer. She wanted to marry into the Mo family and become Mrs. Mo. She didn't want to be Mo Shoucheng's mistress, who could never be seen in the light of Wen Lan's mother and son.

As long as Wen Lan was not around and Mo Shoucheng married her, Mo Zihan would still have to call her mother. She would be happy to think about it. Her son had called wen lan mother for so many years, and it was time for her son.

Thinking of Mo Xiaoran who was seriously injured in the car accident, Xu Jiaorou had been wronged for so many years, and Mo Shoucheng had almost no hesitation. "Listen to you, I'll arrange it."

"Brother Cheng, that woman Wen Lan is not an easy nut to crack. You have to be careful." Xu Jiaorou looked at him worriedly.

"Don't worry." Mo Shoucheng looked even worse. He couldn't even handle a woman. "Rourou, I will make that eyesore disappear and marry you openly."

"Yes." Xu Jiaorou looked at him mournfully, but his heart was filled with pride.

Wen Lan, just wait and see. I told you, you won't be arrogant for long.

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"Mo Shoucheng, why did you bring me here?" Wen lan didn't want to pay any attention to Mo Shoucheng. She couldn't stand Mo Shoucheng's abnormal behavior. She apologized to her repeatedly and apologized to her carefully. She also suggested that she had not been treated well for so many years and that she should be compensated.

Wen Lan was taken directly to the most luxurious hot spring resort hotel in a city under the Mo corporation, and he was suspicious.

"You've been with me for so many years and haven't enjoyed it. It's time to enjoy it."

Mo Shoucheng endured the disgust in his heart and held Wen Lan's hand. Something strange flashed in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up.

Compared to Xu Jiaorou's well-maintained, soft and boneless hand, Wen Lan's hand was obviously a little rough and felt nothing in it. Like her people, it was annoying to look at. If he had not been forced, he would not have touched it at all.

"No, it's been so many years." Wen Lan coldly withdrew her hand, and Mo Shoucheng's sudden change of attitude disgusted her.

"Ah Lan, I know you're still mad at me." Seeing that she was so unintelligent, Mo Shoucheng's eyes flashed with anger, and then changed into a somewhat sad look. "You don't believe me, and I don't blame you. I have a bad attitude today."

Wen Lan pursed his lips and did not say anything. He seemed to believe or not.

"Ah Lan, I've asked the manager of the hotel to arrange the best room for us. Come with me when you're here." Thinking of everything that he had planned, Mo Shoucheng was unwilling to fail and looked more sincere.

Wen Lan finally nodded. "Okay, let's go."

Mo Shoucheng was overjoyed and was about to lead her over when wen lanfu opened her mouth again with a look of embarrassment, "Ah Cheng, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. I want to go to the bathroom first."

Seeing that she had already agreed, Mo Shoucheng, who was trying to please him, quickly waved to the hotel staff and asked her to take wen lan to the bathroom.

"Ah Lan, I'll wait for you here." Mo Shoucheng smiled, looking especially sincere.

Wen Lan hid the strange feeling in her heart and smiled and nodded. Over the years, she had always been considerate of Mo Shoucheng, used to listen to his arrangements, and used to his coldness.

Perhaps because of this, his sudden change of attitude made her feel disgusted, which was not something that the husband she knew could do.

"Zi Han, your father suddenly offered to make it up to me. He took me to the holy emperor Spring Hotel and said he wanted me to enjoy it. What do you think your father wants?"

Wen Lan walked into the bathroom, quickly locked the door and called Mo Zihan directly.

"Mom, which room did he book?" On the other end of the phone, Mo-tse frowned and asked instead.

When Wen Lan told Mo Zihan about the hotel room, he was in a panic.

"Mom, don't worry. You drag him. I'll be right there." Mo Zihan, on the other end of the phone, said, hung up the phone and rushed over.

Wen Lan lingered in the bathroom for a long time. No matter how calm Mo Shoucheng was, he lost his patience and sent the hotel staff to look for her.

Wen Lan had no choice but to slowly walk out of the bathroom. When Mo Shoucheng saw this, he looked happy and walked over to her pretending to be concerned, "Ah Lan, why have you been there so long?"

"Hey, I'm not feeling well. I think I ate something bad." Wen Lan looked at the husband in front of her and suddenly felt very strange, so strange that she felt terrible.

"Then are you okay?" Mo Shoucheng asked her, pretending to be nervous.

Wen lan shook her head and tried to smile. "It's okay. It's much better now."

"Then let's go." Mo Shoucheng said.

Wen Lan nodded, and the chairman and his wife arrived, accompanied by the hotel's top management, respectfully greeting her.

Wen Lan looked at them and said to Mo Shoucheng with a smile, "Speaking of which, this is my first time here."

Mo Shoucheng's face changed slightly, but he followed her instructions and looked at her affectionately, "I have wronged you for so many years."

Wen Lan smiled. "If you say something that is wronged or not, as the saying goes, marry a chicken with a chicken and marry a dog with a dog. What kind of man do we women choose for ourselves is destined to be what life, what grievance, and what to say."

Mo Shoucheng felt as if she had something to say, but Wen Lan had a faint smile on his face and could not see any unhappiness.

He forced a smile. "It was all my fault. I've been busy with the company and left you out. I'm here to make it up to you today."

"Ah Cheng, I never blamed you." Wen Lan suddenly stopped, looked at him, and slowly said, "I always felt that as long as we can live together safely and happily, it would be great."

Mo Shoucheng suddenly felt a little guilty and subconsciously avoided her gaze, pulling up the corners of her lips and laughing stiffly. "Really, Ah Lan, you can rest assured that I will treat you better in the future."

His evasive eyes and insincere words finally disappointed Wen Lan completely. She pursed her lips, but smiled silently, and her heart was cold. She could not help but wonder what he wanted to do with her, so that she could let her down so easily.

Mo Shoucheng couldn't help but urge, "Ah Lan, don't delay. Let's hurry over."

He had been planning this day for a long time and could not wait any longer.

"Okay, let's go."

Wen Lan nodded. What should come always comes.

Pushing open the door of the presidential suite, Wen Lan walked in, stunned.

Mo Shoucheng followed her into the room and closed the door behind her. She breathed a sigh of relief and a glimmer of triumph flashed in her eyes.

He did not notice that just as he closed the door, the door in the opposite room opened slightly. Mo Zihan's face was extremely cold and he stared coldly at them as they walked in.

"Ah Lan, I specially sent someone to prepare this for you. Do you like it?" Mo Shoucheng held his wife's shoulder and looked affectionate.

Wen Lan looked at the candlelight dinner in the room and was in a daze. She remembered the same situation when Mo Shoucheng proposed to her. Suddenly, after all these years, she thought they would never be so romantic again.

"You're bothered." Wen Lan only felt the corner of his eyes ache. He looked at Mo Shoucheng in a daze. His tone was light and emotionless.

When would her beloved husband become so unrecognizable?

"As long as you're happy." Mo Shoucheng thought that she was too happy and had not recovered for a moment. He could not help but laugh at her. To him, this woman had always been easy to deceive. He pulled Wen Lan down and sat down.

Mo Shoucheng picked up the two glasses of wine on the table and stuffed one into Wen Lan's hand. He looked at her sincerely, as if he was very regretful, "Ah Lan, for all these years, I haven't taken the initiative to care about you for work. I won't do it again."

Absolutely not. She didn't have the chance.

A sharp look flashed across Mo Shoucheng's eyes, and he would soon send her on his way.

The familiar scene made Wen Lan a little dazed. She knew that Mo Shoucheng must be thinking of something. She felt even worse and forced a smile. "Ah Cheng, are you serious?"

Mo Shoucheng's eyes were a little impatient, and he smiled stiffly, "Of course it's true, Ah Lan, believe me. It's rare for us to be together like this. Let's have a drink."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to clink a glass with Wen Lan and drank it first, as if he was very happy.

Wen Lan's heart was bitter, but she could not figure out his thoughts. At this moment, she realized that Mo Shoucheng was so strange to her that she could not see through him as if she had never known him before.