Mo Ran sat in the living room of Lao Liang's house, crying for two hours with a handful of snot and tears, and used up four boxes of paper drawers from Lao Liang's house.

Lao Liang squatted in front of her, two feet away from her, and handed her the last tissue in the box with a look of disgust.

Mo Ran wiped a handful of snot, threw away the tissue, teased, and stretched out his hand to him again.

"It's gone. Lao Liang handed her the empty box.

"Go get it, you only have four boxes of tissues at home?" Mo Ran's impatient voice yelled at him.

Lao Liang sat down cross-legged, stared at her pale and puffy face, and sighed twice: "Mo Ran, you are so ashamed, don't say that you are my friend of Lao Liang when you go out." ”

"I knew that your old king egg would fall into the well, if you hadn't cursed me for three years, I would have ended up today?" Mo Ran scolded him, grabbed his sofa towel and wiped his nose fiercely, and cried.

"Gotcha, bastard, bring you a tissue and keep crying. Lao Liang got up helplessly and went to the bathroom to find a paper pump.

The crying in the living room suddenly disappeared, Lao Liang was shocked, and shouted: "Xiao Mo, everything is negotiable!"

Mo Ran was lowering his head and laying out the scattered sofa towels that she had dragged, and replied to him without raising his head or opening his eyes: "Haven't you always claimed to know me better than Xu Haichang? I will die at this time? I will let him die!"

"It's not worth fighting with someone like him, low EQ, lack of IQ, forget it, go out of the house, go to me as a financial director, and I will pay twice as much as you originally did. ”

After Lao Liang finished speaking, he touched his head, sat on the sofa, stretched his legs comfortably, and when he looked up and met Mo Ran's murderous gaze, he cleared his throat weakly, and lowered his head to fiddle with the watch on his wrist.

"Break off friendship! Old and dead don't get along! Goodbye, there will be no time in the future!" Mo Ran looked angry, grabbed his coat, and ran towards the door.

Lao Liang grabbed her arm at a lightning speed, and looked serious: "Xiao Mo, you can't sentence me to death because I told the truth, right? When you and Xu Haichang got married, I said this, and you replied to me at the time, you like his little milk dog with low EQ and lack of IQ, you won't forget it, right? You can't forget, you remember all the company's financial statements for five years, not to mention that this was only three years ago." ”

Mo Ran was deflated all of a sudden, retreated, sat beside him, rested his head on his shoulder, and burst into tears: "Lao Liang, now think about it, what am I trying to do, in the past three years of marriage, in addition to the extra thirty pounds of fat on my body, and a face full of acne, what have I got?"

Lao Liang grinned and patted her on the back: "I can't say that I can't say anything, at least I have enjoyed the intimate care and vigorous energy of the little milk dog, and it is good to have rested for three years." ”

"Tell you seriously, you laugh at me again, you are right, but I worked hard to raise this dog, and now he not only snatched my food bowl, but also bit me hard, how do you make me suffer?" Mo Ran cried.

"Then you say, do you want to kill it, or tame it?" asked Lao Liang seriously.

Mo Ran sucked his nose: "I'm unwilling, I always feel that he still loves me, it's all because Xiao San is too scheming, that's what you said, Haichang has low EQ and lacks IQ, maybe he is confused by Xiao San." ”

Lao Liang looked at her sympathetically, took out a tissue to help her wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and sighed: "It's really a face of acne, what did you say, a good strong woman in the workplace, she turned into a greasy housewife, cheer up, Ming'er went to do a beauty, and then went to buy two sets of decent clothes, men are visual animals, and they always want to get their hands on the good-looking ones to taste, don't expect him to be able to start from the beginning, those who can end from the beginning are all immortals." ”

"Isn't it all about having a child, drinking Chinese medicine every day, I want to vomit when I drink, I can't wear makeup, I can't exercise, and it's good to be able to keep it like this. Mo Ran said discouragedly.

"It's not me who hit you, Mo Xiaoran, what you paid for him, he may not care, he is five years younger than you, it is when he is energetic and merciful, he was just your driver, and he got a big beauty and a strong woman like you, not to mention that now he is the president of a listed company, and a lot of beauties are in his arms. ”

Lao Liang said, his expression becoming more and more serious.