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

Chapter 402 Husband...

Qiao Ruoxin felt warm inside when she heard the name "wife".

The corners of her mouth rose unconsciously: "That's right, you have a wife now, you can tell me if you have any troubles, ok?"

Mo Chen laughed out loud and hugged her tightly: "Okay."

"Are you free now, my dear husband? Can you take a walk with your wife and children?" She deliberately used a teasing tone, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

The man let go of her in his arms and gently scratched her nose with his slender fingers: "Of course I have time to accompany my wife and children, let's go."

He held Qiao Ruoxin's small hand and frowned: "Why are your hands still so cold?"

"It's natural, there's nothing I can do about it..." She said helplessly, then tilted her head and leaned on the man's shoulder.

The two of them were walking in the manor, their shadows, one tall and one short, were stretched out very long, yet also somewhat romantic.

Suddenly, a man came towards me, who seemed to be a private detective.

"Master Mo, I have a question I would like to ask you."

Mo Chen held Qiao Ruoxin's little hand and responded, "Yeah."

"Excuse me, what was the matter that brought you to the room where the crime was committed in the hotel?"

Mo Chen answered truthfully: "I was lured there by someone. I didn't know about it beforehand. And when I arrived at the scene, the crime had already happened half an hour ago."

Qiao Ruoxin kept staring at the man in front of her and felt that he looked very familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

Where have you seen it?

I just can't remember it.

Mo Chen also noticed her look. He had tolerated her for five seconds, but he didn't expect that this little brat was still staring at the man.

His face was becoming increasingly ugly.

He suddenly hugged Qiao Ruoxin into his arms, lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Little devil, do you want me to dig your eyes out?"

Qiao Ruoxin came back to her senses instantly, having forgotten that there was this abnormally possessive Mr. Mo beside her.

She laughed awkwardly: "I just felt that this gentleman looked familiar, as if I had seen him somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where."

Mo Chen's tone was cold: "Really? You've seen a lot of men in the past two years?"

He had been wondering how many men this little girl had come into contact with in the past two years. During those years, she had been under his protection, which cut off her from any chance of coming into contact with men.

And during those two years when he disappeared, without his supervision, how many men did this effect affect?
The private detective couldn't help but say, "Qiao Ruoxin, I see you still remember me. I thought you didn't know me anymore."

Mo Chen's brows were furrowed, his handsome face was tense, and the hostility in his body was getting heavier.

Qiao Ruoxin also sensed the man's displeasure, so she hugged the man's arm tightly and said to him with a smile, "I don't quite remember, can you introduce yourself?"

She thought she might have met this private detective once before.

But the private detective's next words made the atmosphere even more awkward.

Mo Chen looked down at the little girl's eyebrows and eyes, which were delicate and beautiful. Although she was a pregnant woman now, she still looked very girlish.

The private detective smiled and said, "We were classmates in junior high school, don't you remember? I was your deskmate and wrote you love letters. Of course, you didn't accept me. After you were admitted to the Film Academy, I still tried to pursue you, but you still looked down on me. Then I heard that you became Mr. Mo's girlfriend, and we broke up and got back together. I didn't expect that you two would be together again."

This story made Mo Chen sneer, and his laughter was a little eerie and terrifying.

"You are quite popular among men." Mo Chen's tone was a little creepy.

Qiao Ruoxin looked embarrassed. If she had known, she would not have asked. It was so embarrassing. Mo Chen was probably going to be jealous again.

"Well... I'll go first. By the way, I wish you happiness." The private detective turned around and left quickly. She was left facing Mr. Mo's terrifying eyes...

"Brother Mo Chen, that was all in the past. I don't remember it anymore."

"Really? Doesn't it look familiar to you? It proves that you still have an impression of him."

Mo Chen's tone was relaxed, but every word he spoke exuded a sense of resentment.

The man did not continue to take her for a walk, but took her back to the villa and took the indoor elevator back to the bedroom.

Qiao Ruoxin couldn't help but say, "I just think that person looks familiar, not those memories. Can you please stop being angry?"

Mo Chen picked up a cigarette and bit it between his lips, preparing to light it with a lighter, but his eyes fell on her abdomen.

Then, he threw the cigarette into the ashtray, put down the lighter, sat on the single sofa, and cursed in a low voice: "Fuck..."

He wanted to smoke when he was upset, but now that the little brat was pregnant, he wanted to quit smoking, but...

Qiao Ruoxin walked over and sat in his arms, took his hand and placed it on her abdomen: "Brother Mo Chen, I'm pregnant, please don't be angry for the sake of the two babies, okay?"

Mo Chen's dark pupils moved slightly, and he looked down at her abdomen.

"I know, but I can't control myself."

He always had the paranoid belief that Qiao Ruoxin had come into contact with many men during the two years when he couldn't see her.

He always thinks that he occupies an unimportant position in Qiao Ruoxin's heart.

Qiao Ruoxin knew about his morbid paranoia and that his emotions were out of control.

She hugged the man's neck and whispered in his ear: "Husband..."

She clearly felt Mo Chen's body stiffen for a moment. Indeed, this was the first time she called him "husband" so seriously.

Mo Chen, however, let out a low, joyful laugh, his voice low and lazy: "Say it again, dear."

"Honey, is it ok? Are you still angry?"

"Yeah, that sounds good."

“…”Isn’t it just a name? Does it sound so nice?

Mo Chen looked down at her and said, "Little girl, how many men have you been in contact with in the past two years?"

He wanted to know how Qiao Ruoxin had spent every day in the past two years.

After all, he had always sent bodyguards to protect Qiao Ruoxin secretly over the years, so it could be said that Qiao Ruoxin grew up under his surveillance.

But those two years of disappearance made him feel lost for the first time.

Qiao Ruoxin shook her head: "Really not, I'm often locked up in the manor, and occasionally they take me to dinner parties and take me home immediately after they're over. I don't have many opportunities to meet men. They only want to match me up with Simon, and they won't let me meet other men."

Speaking of Simon, Mo Chen had an urge to kill that trash.

It took up their good time for two whole years and even caused the kid to commit suicide once.

"In the past two years, you have never been attracted to that piece of trash?" Mo Chen asked again persistently. He couldn't accept it even if he was a little bit attracted to him.

Qiao Ruoxin shook her head: "No, never."

Mo Chen got a satisfactory answer and kissed her lips gently: "Be good, you can only be mine."

(End of this chapter)