Chapter 672: Mo Shuiling's Death (3)

Qi Rui's complexion was not good, his eyes were red and swollen, and his eyes lit up when he saw Qingting coming.

The two had breakfast together, and Qingting asked about the condition, and Qi Rui didn't want to say anything except sighing.

Mommy had a night last night, and she brainwashed him all night, using both soft and hard ones, just begging him to be separated from Qingting.

Seeing that her son refused to compromise, she cried all night, and his head was big when he cried.

If this continues, everyone will go crazy.

Why bother with things that have been going on for so long? He really can't figure it out, he's going to get divorced, why can't he let go of the past?

And all the faults are counted on the head of the light pavilion?

A woman's mind is really like a needle in the sea, and she can't guess it.

Seeing this, what else does Qingting not understand? I couldn't help but sigh.

Qi Ruiqiang cheered up, "There are two classes this morning, I'll send you over." ”

He knows the class schedule and schedule of Qingting well.

She shook her head slightly, and helped him pull his clothes very distressed, "No need, you go to squint for a while, you can't be out of energy at work." ”

He is the most tired person, not only physically tired, but also mentally tired.

He looked at her busy with her little hands, and a wave of heat surged in his heart, "Tingting, it is my luckiest thing to marry you." ”

He said this a lot, but when he said it at such a time, the meaning was extraordinarily different.

The gloom in Qingting's heart was swept away, and he couldn't help but smile.

It's enough to have him, and working together is also a kind of happiness, isn't it?

Qingting took a class, obviously a little out of strength, and as soon as the bell rang for the end of class, she took out a pink thermos flask, drank a few sips of red date tea, and ate a few more biscuits.

A sharp voice rang out outside the door, "Yeqing Pavilion, you get out of here." ”

Qingting's hand shook, the biscuit fell on the table, and when he turned his head to look, it was Mo Shuiling and Mo Linglong's sisters, why did they come?

Mo Shuiling stood at the door, his eyes swept around like a detection light, and he found the person he was looking for in the corner.

"Yeqingting, are you deaf? Why shouldn't you? ”

Qingting was speechless, she weishenme to respond? Let her get out, and she'll get out?

Are you kidding?

Mo Shuiling's eyes were very resentful, and her expression was very sad, even if she wore heavy makeup, she couldn't hide the haggardness, and it could be seen that the dissolution of the marriage contract had a great impact on her.

"Are you a thief and afraid to face me?"

Her voice was loud and attracted the attention of countless people.

Qingting stroked his forehead and sighed, "Who is the thief?" You are the mastermind behind the kidnappers, and you don't deserve the respect of others who treat life as if it were nothing. ”

She really doesn't understand, how can there be such a person in this world?

It's obvious that I've done something wrong, but I'm very upright, and I blame others in turn, as if I'm all right.

Mo Shuiling's eyes were red and swollen, his eyes were full of red bloodshots, and he glared at her and roared loudly, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have done this, all of this was caused by you." ”

Qingting looked at the sky speechlessly, a curious woman, is it justified to kidnap others? Was she forcing it?

Who is it? There are too many inexplicable brains in these years.

Everyone looked at this scene curiously, confused, what is the situation?

The dissolution of the marriage contract between the Leng and Mo families was in an uproar, and it was known all over the city.

Leng Ershao wanted to terminate the contract, and his attitude was very resolute.

On the other hand, the second lady of the Mo family refused, begged in every way, and even asked the media to make peace.

But weishenme will make trouble here in the light pavilion?

It's so weird!

And what kidnapping? Is there something unspeakable?