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The winter night came unusually early, and the wide road, the continuous traffic stretched forward, gradually breaking through the twilight, to find the end of the lights.

Qiao Weihuan stepped on the accelerator unhurriedly, lowered her eyes and looked at her phone, at this time in Manchester, Fang Shuyu should have been "exposed", right?

She thought of He Zhengxiao, and the turbulence that was about to rise between his eyebrows, and a dense tingling pain began to spread from her chest, flowing into her limbs and hundreds of bones.

The hot air from the warm air in the air conditioner bounced up the car window and gradually condensed into a white frost.

It's getting colder.

Passing by a flower shop, Qiao Weihuan went in to buy a bouquet of flowers, wrapped it by hand, and returned to the car.

Her car ended up parked outside the cemetery.

The "residents" of this area are either prosperous during their lifetimes, or rich and noble in their descendants, and the private mansions are cleaned and managed by professionals from the cemetery, which is clean and solemn.

Qiao Weihuan slowly knelt on the ground, put the bouquet in his arms in front of the tombstone, and raised his eyes to look at the square inch size photo.

But in a few months, it seems that I have survived half my life, and when I look back, only thin photos can be recalled.

Qiao Weihuan bent down, his fingers sliding over the edge of the smooth tombstone, "...... Grandmother. ”

Old Madam Mo, who was not smiling, looked at her without saying a word, and the orange afterglow spread down, which actually made the old lady's eyes look much kinder.

Qiao Weihuan withdrew his hand, put it on his lower abdomen, and sat silently for a long time.

The mobile phone in his pocket began to vibrate, Qiao Weihuan took out the mobile phone and swiped the screen.

Charlotte's voice was still unsympathetic and cold, "You still have three days." ”

Qiao Weihuan laughed silently, "I know." ”

She heard Charlotte say something, and her fingers trembled slightly.

"Fang Shuyu did take the young lady's marriage certificate to ask, and she inquired about ......"

Uncle Zhong paused, bent down and continued: "Can you divorce unilaterally?" ”

Unfortunately, the normal procedure is that the marriage of the husband and wife can only be divorced by agreement if the marriage lasts for more than one year, and if one of the parties does not agree to the divorce, it must be resolved through the court, and the final divorce may not be possible.

Uncle Zhong sighed, quietly raised his eyes, and looked at the man opposite.

He Zhengxiao stood slender in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his back was open and straight, but he was not favored by the light outside the window, looking a little lonely and resolute.

Uncle Zhong thought that although this marriage could not be divorced, it was really hurtful for the young lady to do this.

Behind the other party's back, he actually went to explore unilateral divorce? How can you do it so well?

"She's telling me she's determined to get a divorce. You have to provoke me to have a chance to quarrel with me, and wait until the most rigid time......"

He Zhengxiao laughed slowly, his shoulders bent slightly, stretched his arms and put his long fingers on the edge of the windowsill, and the undercurrent surging in his deep eyes looking ahead.

"I taught her a lot of things that shouldn't have been taught."

For example, the teacher is famous, and reasonable.

Whether it was saying that she wanted a divorce in front of outsiders, or deliberately sweeping the plate to the seat, including what she asked Fang Shuyu to do, as long as he got angry, she would definitely rebound more than his anger. He had to make concessions again and again to calm her down temporarily.

"Uncle Zhong."

Uncle Zhong was still pondering his young master's words, and he heard him say coldly: "Prepare the car, I'll pick her up." ”

"Yes, young master."

The car drove slowly out of the courtyard and towards the outskirts, stopping outside the cemetery as well.

On this day, there were very few people coming to the cemetery, and there were only a few cars parked outside. He Zhengxiao straightened his cufflinks, walked out of the carriage slowly, and caught a glimpse of Qiao Weihuan's sea-blue car.

It's just that there was a Gust next to the car.

He Zhengxiao's footsteps paused slightly, his deep eyes were raised, and two people on the opposite side were slowly walking out.

The two of them didn't seem to see the man outside, and Qiao Weihuan had an extra long coat that was obviously a man's style.

Mo Xilin only wore a shirt, and she had to untie her black scarf and carefully wrap it around Qiao Weihuan, who had lowered her eyebrows, but she didn't refuse.

The setting sun, which refused to fall, dragged their shadows long and close.

……

Ten minutes ago, Mo Xilin had just arrived at the cemetery, and he saw the shadow kneeling in front of Mrs. Mo's tombstone in the distance.

“…… Qiao Weihuan? ”

No matter how far away she was, just looking at her back, he seemed to be able to recognize her from the vast sea of people.

Qiao Weihuan heard the voice, her eyelashes moved slightly, and she said in a hoarse voice, "It's me." ”

The sound of Moxilin's footsteps was getting closer and closer, and he came over without saying a word, pulling her up from the ground, unbuttoning his heavy coat and draping it over her.

"When did you come back?" Mo Xilin fastened the button tightly, "Don't kneel next time, it's cold on the ground in winter." ”

Qiao Weihuan didn't move at all, and her dry lips moved as Mo Xilin moved, "You're also with her?" ”

Moxilin gestured and paused, not quite understanding what she meant, but did not ask, waiting for her next words.

Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes and looked at his young face carefully, "I used to think that our life circle was not too far, but it was not very close, it was a bit of a coincidence to meet you often, but I didn't expect you to be with her, so it makes sense." ”

Charlotte said on the phone that she had an opportunity to take advantage of, and then Moxilin came.

If it is said to be a coincidence, who still believes it?

It turns out that Mosilin is also part of it.

Whether he was or Scott, they were all Charlotte's ubiquitous shadows, and they were very terrible haunting her.

However, Qiao Weihuan didn't know that this time it was really just a coincidence, Charlotte's people were all in London now, and she couldn't do anything more. It's just that the timing of that call was good, and Mo Xilin happened to be the day when he should come to see Mrs. Mo every month.

The only coincidence in this conspiracy is that it has fulfilled everyone.

Qiao Weihuan asked him in a low voice, "What did she say, what did she ask you to do?" ”

"No one asked me to do anything." Moxilin frowned, "You said he-"

He stopped talking, thinking of Qiao Weihuan's previous words, and thought of those anonymous text messages.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Qiao Weihuan didn't have any extra emotions to express, she took a deep breath, and her heart was chilled in an instant, "He Zhengxiao and I are almost finished, and I don't want to take advantage of you." ”

Qiao Weihuan reached out to untie her coat, Mo Xi suddenly pressed her hand, and then took out a mobile phone from her coat pocket. He quickly swiped the screen, flipped to the text message page, and put the phone under Qiao Weihuan's nose, "For a while, someone has been sending me your whereabouts. I've been checking for a long time, but I haven't found who the other party is, does what you just said have anything to do with this? ”

Qiao Weihuan looked at the screen, it was indeed her whereabouts, and everything was listed: who she went to meet, where she went, and where she was about to arrive......

It's a pity that now, these things are not important, and even the reason why Mo Xilin didn't say it at that time, Qiao Weihuan was not in the mood to pursue it.

"Look at grandma, I'm leaving."

Without waiting for Qiao Weihuan to move, Mo Xilin held her shoulders with both hands, he only felt that the skeleton under his clothes was amazingly brittle, and his breathing couldn't help but sink, "What happened, can you tell me?" ”

Qiao Weihuan shook his head, but the force on his shoulders refused to let go, but became tighter and tighter.

"Qiao Weihuan." Moxilin's deep gaze fell on her face, "I was selfish at the time, and I didn't tell you, did this matter hurt you?" ”

What does the harm come from one thing?

Charlotte has been playing this game for a long time, and a long time ago, she was using all kinds of things to provoke her and He Zhengxiao, weaving a gap between them little by little.

But if there is no problem between them, then Charlotte will not succeed in provoking it.

In the final analysis, the biggest contradiction is in the parties.

Because it shouldn't have started, it should have ended a long time ago.

"It's all gone." Qiao Weihuan patted Mo Xilin's arm, "I don't blame you, but if you do this again, even if I don't want to, I may indirectly use you, let it go." ”

He Zhengxiao always minded the existence of Mo Xilin, and now that the two of them meet, what will happen to him?

The big man's self-esteem and possessiveness still met Mo Xilin when she was about to divorce, even if she and Mo Xilin were fine, it was unbearable.

Qiao Weihuan chuckled, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes slowly spread out.

The kind of helplessness that has been vicissitudes to the extreme, a fine needle pierced Moxi's heart, and he blurted out a sentence: "You can use it if you want to." ”

Qiao Weihuan: "I don't want to, using feelings is the most shameless thing." ”

Moxilin lowered his head, his throat rolling, "I owe you, you let me pay off the debt of conscience, okay?" ”

Qiao Weihuan let go of his hand and quietly looked at the uncalm emotions between his eyebrows.

Xu Zhongshu, Fu Minglang, Fang Shuyu, Uncle Han, Han Yirou, Bonice, all those who have a relationship with her, she will give the final explanation.

If you can give Mo Xilin an explanation, it will be for him to stop thinking about her from now on......

After a while, she said, "Okay." ”

With a deep bow to Mrs. Mo's tombstone, Qiao Weihuan straightened up and walked out with Mo Xilin.

From a distance, she saw several cars parked outside the cemetery, and she clenched her fingers and lowered her eyes.

The cold wind flowed into the coat along the line of his neck, and Qiao Weihuan couldn't help but shrink his shoulders and walk stiffly.

Seeing her movements, Mo Xilin wrapped the scarf around Qiao Weihuan's neck and tied a loose knot to cover the gap in the neckline.

Qiao Weihuan's fingers moved, but he still didn't stop him. Raising her head again, through the cold and cracked cold air of the cold winter, her gaze met He Zhengxiao's dark eyes accurately.

Mo Xilin noticed the man's cold gaze, his sword eyebrows furrowed, and he completely understood what Qiao Weihuan's "use" meant. He raised his hand and put it on Qiao Weihuan's shoulder, looking like he was holding her.

And Qiao Weihuan did not refuse again.

He Zhengxiao curled the corners of his lips, and the night at the bottom of his eyes was violently turbulent.

He stepped out of his long straight legs, took off his gloves without hurrying, and said in a flat and cold voice: "Huanhuan." ”

Qiao Weihuan pursed her lips, her lifeless chest was intimidated by the oncoming oppression.

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

The winter night came unusually early, and the wide road, the continuous traffic stretched forward, gradually breaking through the twilight, to find the end of the lights.

Qiao Weihuan stepped on the accelerator unhurriedly, lowered her eyes and looked at her phone, at this time in Manchester, Fang Shuyu should have been "exposed", right?

She thought of He Zhengxiao, and the turbulence that was about to rise between his eyebrows, and a dense tingling pain began to spread from her chest, flowing into her limbs and hundreds of bones.

The hot air from the warm air in the air conditioner bounced up the car window and gradually condensed into a white frost.

It's getting colder.

Passing by a flower shop, Qiao Weihuan went in to buy a bouquet of flowers, wrapped it by hand, and returned to the car.

Her car ended up parked outside the cemetery.

The "residents" of this area are either prosperous during their lifetimes, or rich and noble in their descendants, and the private mansions are cleaned and managed by professionals from the cemetery, which is clean and solemn.

Qiao Weihuan slowly knelt on the ground, put the bouquet in his arms in front of the tombstone, and raised his eyes to look at the square inch size photo.

But in a few months, it seems that I have survived half my life, and when I look back, only thin photos can be recalled.

Qiao Weihuan bent down, his fingers sliding over the edge of the smooth tombstone, "...... Grandmother. ”

Old Madam Mo, who was not smiling, looked at her without saying a word, and the orange afterglow spread down, which actually made the old lady's eyes look much kinder.

Qiao Weihuan withdrew his hand, put it on his lower abdomen, and sat silently for a long time.

The mobile phone in his pocket began to vibrate, Qiao Weihuan took out the mobile phone and swiped the screen.

Charlotte's voice was still unsympathetic and cold, "You still have three days." ”

Qiao Weihuan laughed silently, "I know." ”

She heard Charlotte say something, and her fingers trembled slightly.

"Fang Shuyu did take the young lady's marriage certificate to ask, and she inquired about ......"

Uncle Zhong paused, bent down and continued: "Can you divorce unilaterally?" ”

Unfortunately, the normal procedure is that the marriage of the husband and wife can only be divorced by agreement if the marriage lasts for more than one year, and if one of the parties does not agree to the divorce, it must be resolved through the court, and the final divorce may not be possible.

Uncle Zhong sighed, quietly raised his eyes, and looked at the man opposite.

He Zhengxiao stood slender in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his back was open and straight, but he was not favored by the light outside the window, looking a little lonely and resolute.

Uncle Zhong thought that although this marriage could not be divorced, it was really hurtful for the young lady to do this.

Behind the other party's back, he actually went to explore unilateral divorce? How can you do it so well?

"She's telling me she's determined to get a divorce. You have to provoke me to have a chance to quarrel with me, and wait until the most rigid time......"

He Zhengxiao laughed slowly, his shoulders bent slightly, stretched his arms and put his long fingers on the edge of the windowsill, and the undercurrent surging in his deep eyes looking ahead.

"I taught her a lot of things that shouldn't have been taught."

For example, the teacher is famous, and reasonable.

Whether it was saying that she wanted a divorce in front of outsiders, or deliberately sweeping the plate to the seat, including what she asked Fang Shuyu to do, as long as he got angry, she would definitely rebound more than his anger. He had to make concessions again and again to calm her down temporarily.

"Uncle Zhong."

Uncle Zhong was still pondering his young master's words, and he heard him say coldly: "Prepare the car, I'll pick her up." ”

"Yes, young master."

The car drove slowly out of the courtyard and towards the outskirts, stopping outside the cemetery as well.

On this day, there were very few people coming to the cemetery, and there were only a few cars parked outside. He Zhengxiao straightened his cufflinks, walked out of the carriage slowly, and caught a glimpse of Qiao Weihuan's sea-blue car.

It's just that there was a Gust next to the car.

He Zhengxiao's footsteps paused slightly, his deep eyes were raised, and two people on the opposite side were slowly walking out.

The two of them didn't seem to see the man outside, and Qiao Weihuan had an extra long coat that was obviously a man's style.

Mo Xilin only wore a shirt, and she had to untie her black scarf and carefully wrap it around Qiao Weihuan, who had lowered her eyebrows, but she didn't refuse.

The setting sun, which refused to fall, dragged their shadows long and close.

……

Ten minutes ago, Mo Xilin had just arrived at the cemetery, and he saw the shadow kneeling in front of Mrs. Mo's tombstone in the distance.

“…… Qiao Weihuan? ”

No matter how far away she was, just looking at her back, he seemed to be able to recognize her from the vast sea of people.

Qiao Weihuan heard the voice, her eyelashes moved slightly, and she said in a hoarse voice, "It's me." ”

The sound of Moxilin's footsteps was getting closer and closer, and he came over without saying a word, pulling her up from the ground, unbuttoning his heavy coat and draping it over her.

"When did you come back?" Mo Xilin fastened the button tightly, "Don't kneel next time, it's cold on the ground in winter." ”

Qiao Weihuan didn't move at all, and her dry lips moved as Mo Xilin moved, "You're also with her?" ”

Moxilin gestured and paused, not quite understanding what she meant, but did not ask, waiting for her next words.

Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes and looked at his young face carefully, "I used to think that our life circle was not too far, but it was not very close, it was a bit of a coincidence to meet you often, but I didn't expect you to be with her, so it makes sense." ”

Charlotte said on the phone that she had an opportunity to take advantage of, and then Moxilin came.

If it is said to be a coincidence, who still believes it?

It turns out that Mosilin is also part of it.

Whether he was or Scott, they were all Charlotte's ubiquitous shadows, and they were very terrible haunting her.

However, Qiao Weihuan didn't know that this time it was really just a coincidence, Charlotte's people were all in London now, and she couldn't do anything more. It's just that the timing of that call was good, and Mo Xilin happened to be the day when he should come to see Mrs. Mo every month.

The only coincidence in this conspiracy is that it has fulfilled everyone.

Qiao Weihuan asked him in a low voice, "What did she say, what did she ask you to do?" ”

"No one asked me to do anything." Moxilin frowned, "You said he-"

He stopped talking, thinking of Qiao Weihuan's previous words, and thought of those anonymous text messages.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Qiao Weihuan didn't have any extra emotions to express, she took a deep breath, and her heart was chilled in an instant, "He Zhengxiao and I are almost finished, and I don't want to take advantage of you." ”

Qiao Weihuan reached out to untie her coat, Mo Xi suddenly pressed her hand, and then took out a mobile phone from her coat pocket. He quickly swiped the screen, flipped to the text message page, and put the phone under Qiao Weihuan's nose, "For a while, someone has been sending me your whereabouts. I've been checking for a long time, but I haven't found who the other party is, does what you just said have anything to do with this? ”

Qiao Weihuan looked at the screen, it was indeed her whereabouts, and everything was listed: who she went to meet, where she went, and where she was about to arrive......

It's a pity that now, these things are not important, and even the reason why Mo Xilin didn't say it at that time, Qiao Weihuan was not in the mood to pursue it.

"Look at grandma, I'm leaving."

Without waiting for Qiao Weihuan to move, Mo Xilin held her shoulders with both hands, he only felt that the skeleton under his clothes was amazingly brittle, and his breathing couldn't help but sink, "What happened, can you tell me?" ”

Qiao Weihuan shook his head, but the force on his shoulders refused to let go, but became tighter and tighter.

"Qiao Weihuan." Moxilin's deep gaze fell on her face, "I was selfish at the time, and I didn't tell you, did this matter hurt you?" ”

What does the harm come from one thing?

Charlotte has been playing this game for a long time, and a long time ago, she was using all kinds of things to provoke her and He Zhengxiao, weaving a gap between them little by little.

But if there is no problem between them, then Charlotte will not succeed in provoking it.

In the final analysis, the biggest contradiction is in the parties.

Because it shouldn't have started, it should have ended a long time ago.

"It's all gone." Qiao Weihuan patted Mo Xilin's arm, "I don't blame you, but if you do this again, even if I don't want to, I may indirectly use you, let it go." ”

He Zhengxiao always minded the existence of Mo Xilin, and now that the two of them meet, what will happen to him?

The big man's self-esteem and possessiveness still met Mo Xilin when she was about to divorce, even if she and Mo Xilin were fine, it was unbearable.

Qiao Weihuan chuckled, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes slowly spread out.

The kind of helplessness that has been vicissitudes to the extreme, a fine needle pierced Moxi's heart, and he blurted out a sentence: "You can use it if you want to." ”

Qiao Weihuan: "I don't want to, using feelings is the most shameless thing." ”

Moxilin lowered his head, his throat rolling, "I owe you, you let me pay off the debt of conscience, okay?" ”

Qiao Weihuan let go of his hand and quietly looked at the uncalm emotions between his eyebrows.

Xu Zhongshu, Fu Minglang, Fang Shuyu, Uncle Han, Han Yirou, Bonice, all those who have a relationship with her, she will give the final explanation.

If you can give Mo Xilin an explanation, it will be for him to stop thinking about her from now on......

After a while, she said, "Okay." ”

With a deep bow to Mrs. Mo's tombstone, Qiao Weihuan straightened up and walked out with Mo Xilin.

From a distance, she saw several cars parked outside the cemetery, and she clenched her fingers and lowered her eyes.

The cold wind flowed into the coat along the line of his neck, and Qiao Weihuan couldn't help but shrink his shoulders and walk stiffly.

Seeing her movements, Mo Xilin wrapped the scarf around Qiao Weihuan's neck and tied a loose knot to cover the gap in the neckline.

Qiao Weihuan's fingers moved, but he still didn't stop him. Raising her head again, through the cold and cracked cold air of the cold winter, her gaze met He Zhengxiao's dark eyes accurately.

Mo Xilin noticed the man's cold gaze, his sword eyebrows furrowed, and he completely understood what Qiao Weihuan's "use" meant. He raised his hand and put it on Qiao Weihuan's shoulder, looking like he was holding her.

And Qiao Weihuan did not refuse again.

He Zhengxiao curled the corners of his lips, and the night at the bottom of his eyes was violently turbulent.

He stepped out of his long straight legs, took off his gloves without hurrying, and said in a flat and cold voice: "Huanhuan." ”

Qiao Weihuan pursed her lips, her lifeless chest was intimidated by the oncoming oppression.

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