Mo Ran looked at the white sportswear washed on his body, and his heart was sad.

She felt that she didn't have to dress up as a housewife anymore, and she bought more than 100,000 yuan for Xu Haichang every month, but she never thought that she had been wearing this sportswear for two years, and she could only wear this loose sportswear with her current figure.

Mo Ran went to the drawer to find the keys to the SUV and went out.

She should listen to Lao Liang, go buy a few decent clothes first, and let herself recover her spirits.

But she drove the car out of the community, but she quickly got lost and didn't know which way to go to the mall.

Mo Ran parked the car on the side of the road, knelt on the steering wheel, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

In the past two years, her trajectory has been going around between the vegetable markets of the hospital, and she has long been derailed from the world, Xu Haichang is her world, and his abandonment of her is equivalent to the world's abandonment of her.

After crying for a long time, Mo Ran cleaned up her mood, turned on the navigation on the car, and continued to drive towards the mall, no matter how difficult the road back to the fairy was, she had to go on hard, because she had no way out.

The autumn clothes in the mall have just been listed, and they are dazzling.

Because of her terrible dress, the sales lady ignored her.

Mo Ran's family walked by from house to house, looking for her favorite clothes, and her inferiority complex made her ashamed to walk into any store where she didn't show a warm smile on her face.

When passing by the store of the brand that he often wore before marriage, Mo Ran subconsciously stopped and looked inside.

An older clerk ran out with a smile on his face and greeted her loudly: "Ah, Miss Mo, long time no see, come in and pick up an autumn dress, the brand has just changed designers, maybe there is a favorite model." ”

Mo Ran looked at her unfamiliar face and smiled embarrassedly.

"Miss Mo, don't you remember me? Three years ago, you often came to buy clothes, and sometimes you were too busy with work to come, so I sent them to you for you to try.

I haven't seen you for a few years, you've been blessed, haha, I heard that you're married, and you're comfortable so you're plump, right? I remember that you used to wear size eight, and now you should wear size fourteen. The clerk laughed, took her hand, and walked towards the store.

Mo Ran didn't resist and walked in with her.

The clerk led her to the rest chair and sat down, brought a cup of coffee, and said with a smile: "Madam, it's the brand you like to drink, look at my mouth, it's time to call you Mrs. now, right?" Keep calling you Miss Mo, don't you be angry with me?"

"It's good, let's call it that. Mo Ran took a sip of coffee and whispered.

"Then you can rest for a while, and I'll go get the clothes that suit you and come over for you to try. The clerk said politely, bowed to her, and ran to get the clothes.

Mo Ran took another sip of coffee, and when he looked up, a girl came out of the fitting room over there, with a dusty face, but she was wearing a formal professional attire, which looked a little nondescript, as if she was wearing someone else's clothes.

She used to wear professional attire like that, not because she liked it, but because it was convenient. She always requires formal attire when she goes in and out, and wearing such professional clothes saves the trouble of changing around.

But this girl obviously didn't look like the person she was hanging on.

The girl apparently saw her too, her eyebrows furrowed, and her face showed sharp anger.

Mo Ran hurriedly lowered his eyes and didn't look at her, thinking that she was angry because of his gaze.

The girl walked up to her quickly, crossed her arms, and asked her in a contemptuous tone, "Are you Mo Ran?"