Wen Ran looked at Mo Xiuchen in a daze.

She didn't believe it, but he actually said that no matter what the result, he would accept it.

She lowered her eyes, her gaze resting on his burned hand, although it was not blistered, but the slightly red and swollen skin still stung her eyes.

The person who wants to divorce is her, and now, he asked her to say that she is reluctant again, this kind of contradictory struggle, Wen Ran can't stand it.

After being silent for a long time, she spoke, word by word, using all her strength: "Xiuchen, let's divorce." ”

Mo Xiuchen's tall body shook slightly, and on his seemingly calm handsome features, a crack appeared, and his heart seemed to be stabbed into an invisible knife, and in an instant, blood flowed into the column.

"Good!"

Light opening thin lips, a 'good' word, overflowing!

Wen Ran pursed her lips tightly, tried her best to suppress the heat in her heart, and said softly: "Get Luo Haofeng and Qin Mu back, you can't be busy alone." ”

"Good!"

Mo Xiuchen's eyes were calm and indifferent when he looked at her, and all his emotions were pressed in the deepest part of his heart.

"In the future, be kind to yourself, remember to eat three meals a day."

"Good!"

"If you meet the right woman, you can try to get along......"

"Good!"

No matter what Wen Ran said, Mo Xiuchen replied 'yes', as if he had lost his ability to speak other languages except for this one word.

"Then, I'm leaving!"

Wen Ran couldn't say any more, and ran out of his office before Mo Xiuchen's last 'good' word was spoken.

Mo Xiuchen's tall figure stood in place, as if he was frozen, the whole person did not move at all, not even his head, and in his sight, there was no clear face, only air.

His heart was also empty in an instant!

A second ago, the handsome face, which had remained calm, faded all color at the moment of the sound of the door closing—as white as paper.

Wen Ran ran out of the office, ran all the way into the elevator, went downstairs, ran out of the company building, and on the side of the road, Qing Yang and Qing Feng saw her come out, their faces flashed with worry, and they hurriedly opened the car door.

She didn't say a word, got into the car, said 'go home' and buried her face between her legs, biting her lip tightly, and letting the tears flow freely.

Qing Yang and Qing Feng glanced at each other, and then looked at the direction of the company's gate, and when Mo Xiuchen chased him out, Qing Yang pursed his lips and motioned for Qing Feng to get in the car.

Along the way, the talkative Qingfeng quieted down for a while.

Qing Yang drove intently, glancing at Wen Ran in the back row from the rearview mirror from time to time, he always maintained the same posture and couldn't hear the cry......

Qing Feng frowned worriedly, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to Gu Kai.

**

MS Group, in the office on the top floor, Mo Xiuchen stood there motionless like an ice sculpture, and it had been ten minutes since Wen Ran left.

It wasn't until the mobile phone rang sharply that he came back to life, took out his mobile phone, didn't look at the electricity, directly pressed the answer button, and mechanically "hey".

"Xiuchen, Ran Ran went to find you?"

Gu Kai's voice came, low and concerning.

"Hmm!"

Mo Xiuchen stood for too long, his legs were a little weak, and he walked to the sofa in two steps and sat down, this position was Wen Ran who had been sitting all morning, but there was no longer her temperature on it.

Even in the air, there seemed to be no breath of her.

The overwhelming loneliness struck, like a big net, covering him in it, and Gu Kai's voice penetrated into his ears through the radio waves: "What did Ran Ran tell you?" ”

"She said divorce."

Mo Xiuchen replied very calmly, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, and his heart was so painful that he didn't feel it.

"You promised?" Gu Kai was taken aback when he heard this, even though he knew Wen Ran's decision and heard Mo Xiuchen say it himself, he couldn't help but worry.

"Promised."

The corners of Mo Xiuchen's mouth hooked a shallow arc, not a smile, but a pain. If letting go can really make her happy, then he can bear the pain alone.

He didn't remember what she said when she was leaving, only her words resounded over and over again in his ears, 'Xiuchen, let's get a divorce', so he said 'Okay!' ’

I heard that I agreed, but on the other end of the phone, Gu Kai was silent.

After a long time, his voice sounded again: "Xiuchen, are you okay?" ”

"I'm fine, I'll ask the lawyer to draw up the divorce agreement and sign it."

**

Public relations

Cheng Jia was buried in the computer when one of her colleagues who had gossiped about her in the morning suddenly ran over and said to her in surprise: "Jiajia, I have good news for you." ”

"What's the good news?"

Cheng Jia's fingers on the keyboard did not stop, and he looked up at the other party.

"I came up from downstairs just now, met Wen Ran, and saw her running out of the company, she must have fallen out with the president."

When Cheng Jia heard this, the movements in her hands suddenly stopped, and she looked at her fixedly: "You read it right?" ”

"That's right, it's almost noon, Wen Ran didn't have lunch with the president, he ran away, he must have quarreled."

"I'll walk for a while."

Cheng Jia didn't wait for her to finish, turned off the computer, got up, and left the office quickly.

She didn't go directly to the top floor, but took the elevator downstairs, asked the security guard at the door, and made sure that Wen Ran really left the company, and she smiled in a very good mood.

At noon, Mo Xiuchen didn't go to dinner, nor did he leave the office, in fact, after talking to Gu Kai on the phone, he just sat on the sofa in a daze, not knowing what to think.

I don't know how long it took to hear a knock on the door.

He ignored it.

After a while, the door was gently pushed open, Cheng Jia walked in with two lunches, and saw Mo Xiuchen sitting on the sofa in a daze, her heart skipped a beat, and a gentle smile appeared on her face, "Mr. Mo, I heard that you didn't get off work, so I bought lunch for you and came back." ”

When Mo Xiuchen heard this, he looked up and saw her coming over, his dark eyes were cold: "Who let you in?" ”

"People are iron, rice is steel, no matter how busy Mr. Mo is at work, he must eat." Cheng Jia's smile froze for a moment, and soon returned to normal, walked to the sofa with her lunch, put her lunch on the coffee table, and took the lunch box out of the bag.

A big hand swept over, and in the next second, she let out an 'ah' whisper, and suddenly bent over, holding her legs with both hands, with a painful expression on her face.

On the sofa, Mo Xiuchen, who was the culprit, narrowed her eyes, and her gaze indifferently swept over her scalded legs and the food soup on the ground, and stood up on the ground.

"Mr. Mo, it hurts!"

Cheng Jia's voice was crying, and she looked pitifully at Mo Xiuchen, who suddenly got up.

The soup was piping hot. Meals are also hot.

Where she held it in her hand, even if she was wearing stockings, she could see that her thighs were red.

However, Mo Xiuchen not only didn't hear her cry out in pain, but also didn't glance at her legs, walked out of the sofa, and in a blink of an eye, his tall back disappeared at the door of the office.

Cheng Jia's face turned pale, and he looked at the empty door in disbelief, he actually left like this!

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