Mr. Mo, your ex-girlfriend is asking for reconciliation again

Chapter 337: Little Ghost, I Want to Explain Something to You

Mo Chen’s long silence made her furious!

She unbuckled her seatbelt and was completely furious.

"Mo Chen, let's just speak out our thoughts today."

"..."

Qiao Ruoxin's beautiful eyes were filled with mist, and she cried slightly: "Don't you love me anymore? Don't you want to get married? You haven't touched me for so long, are you tired of my body? No matter how beautiful a woman is, it will be boring for you to sleep with her for a long time, and there will be no novelty, right?"

So, Mo Chen was drunk last night, which is why he felt that excitement and wanted to sleep with her?

She completely vented all the dissatisfaction in her heart.

If she didn't say anything, she felt like she was going to suffocate to death! She would get internal injuries!
Mo Chen's eyes were gloomy: "Shut up!"

"Then answer me!"

The man's face was extremely ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "No! Stop imagining it!"

Qiao Ruoxin's tears welled up in her eyes and slowly slid down her cheeks: "Look! You are still the same as you were two years ago. You disappeared for a month without any explanation, and now you still have no explanation!"

At this time, it started raining outside, and the raindrops fell on the car windows.

In a fit of anger, she unbuckled her seat belt, pushed open the car door and got out.

The rain fell quickly on her face, washing away her tears.

Before she had taken a few steps, she was forcibly pulled into the arms of the man behind her.

Qiao Ruoxin struggled desperately, twisting her body: "Let me go! Mo Chen! Let me go! I don't want to see you tonight!"

"Stop it, it's raining and you'll catch a cold."

Mo Chen picked her up by the waist, put her back in the car, and closed the door.

Then, drive away.

Along the way, Qiao Ruoxin didn't say a word, just staring at the raindrops on the car window.

……

Jiang Mansion No. 1.

As soon as the car was parked, Qiao Ruoxin opened the door with an indifferent look on her face, got out, and walked towards the villa.

The tall figure of the man followed closely behind.

Qiao Ruoxin went all the way back to the bedroom, slammed the door and locked it.

Mo Chen was locked outside the door, with a helpless look on his handsome face. He knocked on the door with his slender fingers: "Little ghost, open the door."

However, the sound of running water could be faintly heard from inside the bathroom.

Half an hour passed.

Qiao Ruoxin came out of the bathroom wearing a white bathrobe, and immediately saw Mo Ye sitting on the single sofa.

Her tone was full of sarcasm: "It seems that locking the door will not do you any good."

"There is a universal room card."

She sneered contemptuously, sat on the bed and began to dry her hair.

Mo Chen got up and went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer, walked in front of her, and helped her dry her hair.

Qiao Ruoxin didn't move. She just sat on the bed and let him blow dry her hair.

The man's slender fingers shuttled through her soft hair, massaging her head, and his deep voice was gentle and tender: "Little ghost, are you sleepy?"

Qiao Ruoxin turned her head away: "My hair is dry, you can go now."

The man raised his handsome eyebrows: "Go? Where do you want me to go?"

"What do I care about you? You can sleep in the study or in the office." She got up and walked towards the cloakroom.

Mo Chen frowned unhappily: "I'll sleep in the bedroom."

Qiao Ruoxin snorted coldly and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Then he went to the cloakroom, changed into a robe, lay down on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and looked indifferent.

"Master Mo, go out. Anyway, don't even think about sleeping here tonight."

The man stared at her delicate little face, her eyes still showing signs of crying, and the anger in his heart dissipated.

"You really won't let me sleep in the bedroom?" Qiao Ruoxin didn't say anything. She gave him a disdainful sneer and let him experience it for himself.

Mo Chen stood up, sighed faintly, and touched her head: "Go to bed early, and, I only love you, don't think too much."

"..."

She was restraining her anger and watched the tall and handsome figure of the man leave the bedroom and close the door.

"Men are all dogs! If you were told to leave, just leave! If you were told to die, why don't you go!"

Qiao Ruoxin picked up the pillow beside her and threw it directly on the carpet.

She was almost laughing out of anger.

What a dog man!
Sooner or later, Mo Chen will be so angry that he will vomit blood.

She turned off all the lights in the bedroom and lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get!

……

Downstairs, living room.

Mo Chen took off his windbreaker and put it aside. He sat on the sofa with his tie loose and two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.

The man was holding a cigarette between his thin lips, and the smoke blurred his handsome face.

At this moment, his temperament was gloomy and sinister.

There are already five or six cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table.

He kept smoking one cigarette after another without stopping, which also proved his mood at the moment, he was upset.

The cigarette between his lips burned out again, and he put out the butt in the ashtray.

Then he leaned back on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, closed his eyes, and the image of the little kid crying in the rain appeared in his mind, looking pitiful and aggrieved.

Perhaps, it is time to explain, otherwise the little kid will keep having wild thoughts.

That night, he sat on the sofa and smoked. He didn't sleep and couldn't fall asleep.

I couldn't help but go upstairs and knock on the door, so I turned on the TV and watched the variety show that Qiao Ruoxin participated in to divert my attention.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

The first person Qiao Ruoxin saw when she opened her eyes was Mo Chen.

She was startled and instantly sobered up, her eyes widened.

She saw the man sitting on the single sofa next to her, and he seemed to be staring at her for a long time.

She slowly said, "Have you become so perverted? How long have you been sitting there watching me sleep?"

Mo Chen raised his wrist and glanced at his watch without changing his expression, and said in a deep voice, "Less than an hour."

Qiao Ruoxin slowly sat up, leaned against the pillow behind her, and then looked at the bastard with a cold face.

"Why are you pretending to be affectionate now, Mr. Mo?"

She saw that Mo Chen had changed his clothes and probably took a shower. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his sexy arms.

The man slowly stood up and walked to the bed: "Little guy, I want to explain something to you."

Qiao Ruoxin raised her eyes and looked at his handsome face: "After thinking about it all night, have you finally figured it out? Have you decided to explain it?"

The man sat on the bed and responded, "Well, I don't want to cause any more misunderstandings and make you think too much."

"Say it, I'm listening."

She wanted to hear how this bastard could argue!

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Mo Chen's handsome face, and he lowered his eyes, not wanting to look into Qiao Ruoxin's eyes.

"I... haven't been in a good state recently, so I didn't mean to ignore you in bed, it's just that... I can't."

You have to know that this is a great humiliation for a man. He has put aside his self-esteem and pride.

Qiao Ruoxin was stunned for a moment, but sneered wantonly: "Mo Chen! Do you think I'm a fool? You actually made up such a lie!"

(End of this chapter)