Never deeply in love

"In-laws, I think there's something else I need to go back to. I'll come and have dinner with you another day." Wen lan said goodbye to Cai Shuya, left Leisure park villa, and went to Mo Xiaoran.

Seeing Wen Lan coming over, Mo Xiaoran's sinister expression immediately changed into the gentle look of a good son.

"Mom, why are you here?" Mo Xiaoran was sitting in a wheelchair, basking in the sun in the garden of the villa. Wen lan could not tell what it was like to see that he looked fine, but was a little depressed.

"Come and see you. It's windy outside. Let's go in." Wen Lan looked at him with pity and pushed him in without a word.

The pitiful expression on her face pricked Mo Xiaoran's nerves like a needle. Ever since he got into the wheelchair, he had received too much pity from others. His fingers tightened on the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair, but his face remained undisguised.

The servant served hot tea and Wen Lan asked him in detail how he was doing recently. Mo Xiaoran answered obediently. Finally, he seemed to think of something and asked Wen Lan with a smile, "Mom, is big brother okay?"

At the mention of Mo Zihan, Wen Lan's face softened even more, and a smile appeared at the corners of his eyes and brows. The kind of smile that came from the bottom of his heart made Mo Xiaoran's eyes as dark as water, and his pinched knuckles faintly white.

A strong hatred rose in his heart, and he ended up like this. Why should they be happy? Why should they be better off than him? He didn't allow it. He had to suffer and they had to accompany him.

Mo Xiaoran's eyes flashed and he realized that he had lost his composure. He quickly regained his senses and suppressed the strong hatred in his heart.

"Your big brother is fine now. He and Ming Yue have already received their licenses. The date of the engagement was also being discussed, and it's going to be moved up to the end of the year." Wen lan said with a smile, "I was going to tell you when the matter was settled."

Is that so? Or forget about him at all. To both of them, he was an outsider. Mo Xiaoran secretly hated her and pretended to look at her in surprise. "Did they get the license? So, big brother is already married."

"Yeah, I didn't expect zihan to be so anxious." Wen Lan smiled and said, "But he's no longer young. It's better to hurry up." Then he looked at Mo Xiaoran and thought of something. The smile on his face disappeared instantly.

She hesitated and finally couldn't help but ask mo Xiao Ran, "Xiao Ran, is the divorce between you and Yingxue still going on?"

"Mom, I won't divorce her." Mo Xiaoran said with a sharp look in his eyes.

"Xiao Ran, why are you doing this?" Wen Lan sighed. She was so disappointed with Shangguan Yingxue that she didn't want to look at Mo Xiaoran anymore and pester her like this.

"Since she won't turn back, why don't you let go of her and let go of yourself." Wen Lan patiently advised him, "Xiao Ran, in my mother's eyes, no matter what you become, that woman has no right to do this to you."

Mo Xiaoran could not help but be moved. His dark and cold heart finally felt a ray of sunshine. Wen Lan's sincere protection finally softened him.

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course, Xiao Ran, husband and wife are one. Since we can't share weal and woe, why don't we let her go? Maybe you'll meet a better girl. Think about your big brother. Think about how your big brother was when Ming Yue was with him in the first place."

Wen Lan said, glancing at his leg. His mouth comforted mo Xiao Ran, but his heart felt a little uncomfortable. Both her sons had suffered this kind of crime. Now that she thought about it, she was even more grateful that Bai Mingyue had accompanied Mo Zihan without any disdain.

Mo Xiaoran's face changed and his eyes darkened.

"Mom, don't worry too much about me and yingxue." Mo Xiaoran smiled coldly. Seeing that he was unhappy, wen lan had no choice but to stop persuading him.

When he mentioned this woman, he remembered something. After a moment of deliberation, Mo Xiaoran looked at Wen Lan and said tentatively, "Mom, I think it's a pity that big brother gave up the inheritance of the company. I want to give him the shares in my hand. What do you think?"

Wen Lan looked at him in surprise, almost suspecting that he had heard wrong. She was about to drink tea with a cup in her hand when she heard that she almost spilled the tea. He quickly calmed down and asked him in surprise, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

Mo Xiaoran frowned and looked at her doubtfully. "Dad gave it to me, and so did I. Is there something wrong with mom?"

"No." Wen Lan slowly put down the teacup, looked at him lovingly and patted him. "Silly child, since you have already given it to you, you can keep it yourself. Mom's shares are already being transferred to your big brother."

Although Mo Xiaoran had already guessed it, he was still shocked. There was a sneer in his heart. What motherly love, what care and care for him were all fake. In the end, he didn't leave everything to his own son. How could he ever think of him?

"Oh, I see. Has big brother accepted it?" Mo Xiaoran asked casually. He knew Mo Zihan too well. How could he accept Wen Lan's shares so easily if he could easily give up the mo family's inheritance?

"I don't think so. I've given him all the equity documents. Let him handle them on his own when he has time." Wen Lan said, "I was afraid you would be unhappy, so I didn't mention it to you. Now it looks like I've been thinking too much."

Looking at Wen Lan with a happy face, Mo Xiaoran felt an unspeakable hatred. Sure enough, he was right. Wen Lan's share documents were all with Mo Zihan. A thin smile hung on his lips. "Of course, we are all your sons after all."

The smile did not reach his eyes and gradually hardened. They were all her sons, but she still favored her own son. Over the years, although he knew that Wen Lan was not his real mother, he admitted that he was sincere to her, even in acting.

Who told his birth mother to be such a disgrace? In his private heart, he would rather Wen Lan be his own mother than admit Xu Jiaorou, the number one singer in the ballroom. But in the end, it was not his own, it was different.

Wen Lan did not notice Mo Xiaoran's thoughts at all. After sitting for a while, she chatted a little and then left. After Wen Lan left, Mo Xiaoran sent Shangguan Yingxue a text message. Did she think that if she didn't answer his phone, he wouldn't be able to do anything?

A moment later, Shangguan Yingxue called. "Mo Xiaoran, how long are you going to pester me?"

The woman's voice was low, but it was hard to hide her anger and hatred. Mo Xiaoran laughed instead. "Honey, you finally gave me a call. Are you sure you're telling me this is useless?"

Shangguan Yingxue was almost driven mad by him. Mo Xiaoran's methods were more sinister and vicious than she had imagined. The public relations department of the Shangguan family group took a lot of effort to suppress the news about her marriage.

However, her disdain for her husband's reputation had already spread. All the rich families were talking about her behind her back, about her marriage to Mo Xiaoran. She became a joke, so everyone laughed at her.

Everyone sympathized with the weak, even when they saw her in perfect condition, shining in front of everyone, still the high and mighty miss Shangguan family. Mo Xiaoran, who had become disabled in a wheelchair, was even more pitiful.

Mo Xiaoran didn't want a divorce, so the Shangguan family didn't dare to mess around. Shangguan Yingxue had been living like a year and had been through a lot of pain, hating Mo Xiaoran.

"Mo Xiaoran, tell me, what do you want?" The woman almost clenched her teeth, as if she had endured to the limit.

Mo Xiaoran sneered. His eyes were especially sinister. He did not answer. He slowly added a fire. "I want to tell you, do you know that my good big brother is going to have a wedding with that miss bai after the new year?"

"What did you say?"

The sound of breathing on the other side of the microphone became more and more urgent. Mo Xiaoran smiled coldly, with a certain seductive tone, and said, "Honey, I know you haven't given up on him yet, but even if you want to save him, it seems that it's going to be too late."

"Mo Xiaoran, that's enough!" Shangguan Yingxue almost broke down. Mo Xiaoran could guess how ugly she looked without even looking at her.

No one knew Shangguan Yingxue better than he did, the former second Mrs. Mo. Rather than clinging to Mo Zihan, she might as well be in a situation where she was being targeted. Even if she divorced him, she might not be able to find a better one.

Mo Zihan, who happened to be her favorite and had a relationship with her, was obviously a better choice for her. She always knew what she wanted the most. Everything else was nothing to her.

He had long seen through the hypocrisy and ruthlessness of this man and woman.

Mo Xiaoran saw that she was almost forced to do so, and waited patiently for her to calm down a little. Then he said in a low voice, "Shangguan Yingxue, it's easy for me to sign the divorce agreement."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the microphone. Shangguan Yingxue asked him coldly, "I know you will have conditions. Say it. What do you want?"

Mo Xiaoran's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he said gloomily, "You do one thing for me. After you do it, we don't owe each other anything."

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A city's highest luxury wedding dress shop vip room, a variety of expensive wedding dresses on display. The light from the crystal lamp above her head shone down, giving off a dreamy and romantic visual feeling.

Different styles, unique styles, or retro or modern, or fashion or fashion elements of the wedding dress, under the introduction of the staff, one by one, presented in front of Mo-tse han and white Ming Yue.

After looking for a long time, Bai Mingyue felt dazed and almost looked over. It was impossible to tell which wedding dress was best for him. The shop assistant also introduced, "The princess wedding is more classical, the fishtail wedding dress looks like a noble, mature feeling..."

"Which one do you like?" Mo-tse listened for a long time and became impatient. He lowered his head and whispered to bai Ming Yue.

"I don't know." Bai Mingyue said with a headache.