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Jian Mingchao hadn't lasted so long for a long time, and for his age, it was definitely a protracted battle.

Moreover, I only fought with Lan Xiyu last night.

It took more than half an hour, a full half an hour, for him to relent.

Of course, as soon as he entered the house, he started a war with Mo Wanqing without saying a word, and he didn't even have time to enter the house, but was directly on the sofa in the living room.

This is also what Mo Wanqing expected, she did so many things to have such an effect.

Jian Lixing, since you don't give me a chance to start over, then don't blame me for walking into your Jian family in another capacity.

This is what you owe me, and this is what Jian Mingchao owes me, and it is what your Jian family owes me.

Originally, if you had told me from the beginning that you were from the Jian family, then why would I have looked for this old man?

Now, so be it.

We can't be together as a couple, so let's be as a "mother and son". I don't mind, not at all.

After two days of fighting, Jian Mingchao has really reached the limit.

At this moment, the whole person was lying on the bed with a full face, and he didn't want to move.

When Mo Wanqing cleaned up and came out of the bathroom, she saw the old man lying motionless on the bed.

A cold sneer rose at the corner of her lips, of course she knew that this was already his limit.

It is already a rare thing for an old man who is almost sixty to be able to last for more than half an hour. If it weren't for her deliberate dress and arrangement, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to last ten minutes.

None of this is the most important thing, though, the important thing is that she is seizing the opportunity.

"Chao, are you unhappy? Why do I look at you with a tired face? Is there something going on at home?"

He sat down beside him and asked him very gently and kindly.

Jian Mingchao didn't make a sound, still lying on the bed.

Seeing this, Mo Wanqing didn't ask again, but said softly: "I helped you put the bath water, you go to the bath." I'll go out to prepare lunch, don't soak it too long. With that, he got up and walked out of the bedroom.

Jian Mingchao got up a little weakly, and went into the bathroom with his legs trembling slightly.

In the kitchen, Mo Wanqing was in a good mood cooking.

The mobile phone on the coffee table in the living room rang, because it was adjusted to vibrate by Mo Wanqing, so Jian Mingchao didn't hear his mobile phone ring at all.

Mo Wanqing stood by the coffee table, bent over to pick up his mobile phone, looked at the mobile phone screen with disdain, but didn't answer the phone.

On the screen of the mobile phone, Lan Muge's name kept beating.

Of course, it is impossible for Jian Mingchao to save the three words "Lan Muge", but "Muge".

Mo Wanqing's slender fingers gently caressed Lan Muge's name on the mobile phone screen, and the corners of her lips kept pouting with a sneer.

Eventually, instead of picking up the phone, she hung up.

Then she flipped through Jian Mingchao's mobile phone address book, and saved all the numbers she thought were useful into her mobile phone, of course, the most important thing was Lan Muge's number.

Walked to the room and took a look to determine if Jian Mingchao was well soaked.

Then the phone on the coffee table vibrated again.

Mo Wanqing glanced at the bathroom door, and it seemed that he should still be in the bath.

With a satisfied sneer, he went out, picked up his phone, and picked it up without making a sound.

"Jian Mingchao, let me tell you, divorce is impossible, and I will not agree. ”

Lan Muge's piercing voice sounded in his ears.

"He's taking a shower. ”