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After Mo Wanxin finished speaking, she got up and left.

Less than a minute after leaving, I saw Mo Wanqing walking towards this side.

As Mo Wanxin said, after not seeing her for a few days, she has indeed lost a lot of weight. The already slender body will look even more unblemished.

She still likes to wear ankle-length dresses, a coffee-colored trench coat, and rarely ties up her long hair.

Although she wore light makeup on her face, it still couldn't hide her poor complexion.

Seeing Jian Mingchao, Mo Wanqing was slightly stunned at first, and after being stunned, she pursed her lips and smiled casually. Then he sat down on the chair opposite him very naturally and generously, this is where Mo Wanxin sat just now, and there was coffee that Mo Wanxin had drunk on the table.

Mo Wanqing glanced at the cup of coffee that was still steaming, and smiled at Jian Mingchao, "Wanxin asked us out?"

Jian Mingchao put down the coffee cup in his hand and looked at her heavily. To be honest, seeing Mo Wanqing who is so thin at the moment, he is really a little distressed.

Anyway, Mo Wanqing at the beginning was really attractive to him.

He smiled at her, "She's good for you too." ”

A bitter smile crossed Mo Wanqing's eyes: "Well, it's good for me." I only have such a sister, everything I do is for her, and naturally everything she does is also for my good. How's it going, are you okay?"

It seems that a door has opened between the two of them, and they are no longer as close as before, as if the two of them are just old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time. Now that they have met, they greet each other, say hello, and say a few words.

Mo Wanqing herself didn't expect that when she saw Jian Mingchao again at this moment, her mood would be so calm, without any waves, as if she saw a passerby who had nothing to do with her.

This man, this man she's been with for five years. This old man she thought could make her live a good life, and let her choose to break up with Jian Lixing. She also seemed to be beating for him, and she even faintly saw Jian Lixing's shadow on his silhouette a few times.

But at this moment, she could talk to him so calmly.

It made her a little unbelievable.

Jian Mingchao smiled and nodded, "It's good." Are you in a bad mood?"

A little helpless and bitter shrugged: "It's okay, that's it anyway." ”

Then neither of them spoke, and for a moment fell into silence.

Jian Mingchao took the coffee and drank it without a sip.

Mo Wanqing sat with his head down.

If it weren't for the waiter coming up to ask Mo Wanqing what she wanted to drink, she might have continued to be so awkwardly quiet.

The waiter poured a glass of warm water, then held the glass in both hands, and continued to hang his head slightly, as if he was thinking about how to talk to him next.

Jian Mingchao put down the cup, leaned back in the chair, stared at her with deep eyes, and still didn't speak for a long time, just looked at her quietly.

"You ......"

"I ......"

Then the two spoke out at the same time.

"Have something to say to me?" Jian Mingchao sat back in his chair, his left leg resting on his right leg, his hands folded on his knees, and his old eyes looked directly at her, and asked in a deep voice.

Mo Wanqing smiled a little uncomfortably, took a deep breath, raised her eyes to look at him, "We...... Forget it. ”