The meeting room on the sixth floor of the Imperial Metropolitan Pavilion.

In the huge living room, only Mo Sichun sat alone on the sofa, looking at yesterday's entertainment magazine with an embarrassed expression, Yan Lie on the cover of the magazine was hugging a mixed-race beauty with a hot body, and was getting down from his black les-les.

On a sunny morning, the warm sun is shining on the two people's bodies, and the same color and style of clothing make people smell something strange at a glance.

Absolute adultery!

Mo Sichun threw away the magazine angrily, stood up, picked up the coffee on the table, took a big sip, swallowed it heavily, and when he looked up again, his always beautiful and charming eyes were blood-red.

The fingers holding the cup, the tips of the fingers were white, and the blood vessels on the back of the hand were clearly visible, until Yan Lie had already pushed the door in, and he didn't notice it.

"When did you come over, don't call me on your phone, I'll pick you up in person." Yan Lie smiled, sat down on the sofa opposite her, and looked at her calmly.

"Oh, I just came over too, called you, and you turned off your phone." Mo Sichun sat down on the sofa again, put down the coffee cup in his hand, and instantly regained an elegant smile on his face.

Generous, decent.

"Ah, is it? The phone must be out of battery. Yan Lie smiled apologetically as if he had woken up from a dream, his eagle eyes swept to the magazine on the table beside him, everything was printed on his eyes, the corners of his lips pulled up slightly, and he said coldly, "It's that guy who doesn't know whether to live or die again, looking for death?" ”

"Lie, okay, let's not be angry with this kind of person, I still believe you." Mo Sichun stood up, sat down beside him swaying, stroked his arm with his palm, and asked gently, "Lie, my father asked us when we were going to get married?" ”

Yan Lie pushed her away with some irritability, stood up and paced to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the blue sky in the distance, but his heart was gloomy.

Leng Xin'er's smile quickly crossed her mind.

The mood is relaxed a little.

turned around, looked directly at Mo Sichun who was following behind him, and said seriously, "Chunchun, we can't get married, didn't I already say it, our marriage contract has been dissolved, and it doesn't exist anymore." ”

"It's lifted, you said it alone, I didn't agree." Mo Sichun gritted his teeth, forced himself not to cry, and pretended to be coquettish on his face.

It's very uncomfortable.

"I have a meeting in the morning, and I will ask the driver to take you back." Yan Lie changed the topic, wanted to end the conversation early, thinking about Leng Xin'er in his heart, and didn't know if she had gone to the restaurant to eat.

Seeing that she has lost a lot of weight recently, it is inevitable that she will feel distressed.

Mo Sichun is worthy of being a famous lady and has received a good family education, at this moment, he touched a soft nail in Yan Lie's place, although he was indignant in his heart, but he couldn't see it on his face at all, he still maintained an elegant temperament, hooked his lips and smiled, "Lie, since you are going to have a meeting, I won't bother for now, I'll go back." After speaking, he raised his chest, raised his head, held Chanel's bag under his arm, twisted his sexy thin waist, and swayed out of the coffin.

"You go, don't you really have to send you?" Yan Lie's voice came from behind, and there was no emotion in his voice.

"No, you don't."

Mo Sichun slammed the door shut.