"Didn't you say you wanted to divorce me?" Mo Wushuang mocked coldly, "You don't mean to keep your word, do you?"
Qin Muhan: "..."
Now he just wants to talk but doesn't mean it anymore, what should I do?
Mo Wushuang: "As a man, you should keep your word."
As if he knew what Qin Muhan wanted to say, Mo Wushuang directly blocked what Qin Muhan wanted to say.
Qin Muhan suddenly clenched his fists when he heard this.
He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Mo Wushuang who had his eyes closed and refused to even look at him, and whispered:
"If...if I say that I am willing to listen to your request and let that woman have an abortion, do we not need to divorce?"
"There is no if." Mo Wushuang spat out four words coldly.
Qin Muhan's face suddenly turned gloomy when he heard these four decisive words.
The uneasy mood was immediately replaced by anger.
"Mo Wushuang, I gave you the steps, but you are unwilling to step down. When the time comes, don't blame me for being cruel."
After saying that, he turned and left angrily.
After hearing Mo Wushuang's words in the bathroom just now, he thought about it from his perspective.
If he were Mo Wushuang, he would definitely not be able to accept another woman giving birth to his child.
He suspected that what Mo Wushuang said just now that the child in her belly was not his was just an angry comment.
So, I waited until Mo Wushuang came out of the bathroom, wanting to have a good talk with Mo Wushuang.
As a result, Mo Wushuang insisted on getting a divorce.
…
The next day.
The morning sun was shining brightly, and the golden morning sun fell through the window on the big bed, coating Mo Wushuang's delicate little face with a halo, making Mo Wushuang look like a beautiful angel, but also like otherworldly fireworks. little fairy.
Mo Wushuang woke up from the warm big bed. He felt that his waist was not as sore as before last night, and he had a good sleep for the first time.
But she found that she was in Qin Muhan's arms.
Her delicate willow brows suddenly frowned, and she reflexively raised her hand to push Qin Muhan away.
Qin Muhan was suddenly pushed awake by Mo Wushuang. He opened his sleepy eyes and subconsciously massaged Mo Wushuang's waist and abdomen:
"Is your waist sore again? Let me give you a massage."
As he spoke, his big, well-articulated hands pressed very skillfully on Mo Wushuang's waist, massaging it.
Mo Wushuang looked at Qin Muhan's natural movements and his eyes widened in surprise.
Could it be that last night, she didn't feel unbearable backache and had a peaceful sleep because Qin Muhan was massaging her?
Thinking of this possibility, Mo Wushuang's delicate little face suddenly looked like a palette.
After looking at Qin Muhan silently for a moment, Mo Wushuang asked:
"Were you here the whole time last night?"
She remembered that last night, Qin Muhan left the bedroom angrily!
When Qin Muhan heard Mo Wushuang's question, his still somewhat confused mind suddenly sobered up.
He coughed:
"You understand, I didn't mean to stay, the door was locked."
"I can't leave even if I want to."
"Oh!" Mo Wushuang said oh, then asked: "Then why do you want to massage my waist?"
When Qin Muhan heard this, the hand that was massaging Mo Wushuang's waist suddenly froze.
When he wanted to leave angrily last night, he suddenly found that the door could not be opened, so he came back.
He first went to the bathroom to take a bath, and when he came back, he found that Mo Wushuang had fallen asleep.
Considering that the temperature was now low and Mo Wushuang was his legitimate wife, he chose to go to bed without hesitation.
After falling asleep on the bed, not long after, he heard Mo Wushuang moaning in his sleep, as if talking in his sleep, saying that his back hurt.
This was the first time he slept in the same bed with a girl after he woke up, and he couldn't sleep in the first place.
After hearing Mo Wushuang's groan, he quickly looked over, wanting to wake up Mo Wushuang.
However, he found that Mo Wushuang was rubbing his waist with his little hands, complaining that his waist was sore.
His hands moved faster than his mind, and he subconsciously reached over to take over Mo Wushuang's small hands and massage Mo Wushuang's waist.
He massaged her for a long time before Mo Wushuang stopped moaning and fell into a sweet dream.
"You begged me to give you a massage last night. If I don't agree to the massage, you will cry to me."
He replied arrogantly:
"If I weren't afraid that your crying would affect my rest, I wouldn't give you a massage!"
Mo Wushuang: "..."
She glanced at Qin Muhan, who seemed to have an upright appearance, and sighed quietly.
He immediately said, "Thank you."
If it weren't for Qin Muhan, she might not have been able to sleep peacefully last night.
When Qin Muhan heard Mo Wushuang's polite reply, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed across his face:
"You just say thank you?"
"Then what do you want?" Mo Wushuang held his waist and slowly sat up.
Qin Muhan quickly held Mo Wushuang's arm and carefully lifted up Mo Wushuang, who had a belly as big as a penguin.
"Verbal thank you is too insincere, please be more practical."
After Mo Wushuang sat up, he lowered his head to look for his shoes when he got out of bed.
Seeing this, Qin Muhan quickly jumped out of bed and quickly sat Mo Wushuang on the bed:
"Sit down and I'll find your shoes."
As he spoke, he quickly found Mo Wushuang's white and tender little rabbit cartoon plush slippers, then picked up the slippers, knelt down on one knee, and put the slippers on Mo Wushuang's feet.
Mo Wushuang looked at Qin Muhan who was kneeling on one knee in front of her and wearing slippers for her. He couldn't help but frown and asked:
"Qin Muhan, have you recovered your memory?"
Only Qin Muhan, who had no amnesia, would be so gentle and considerate to her and take care of her in every possible way.
Qin Muhan heard Mo Wushuang's words, held Mo Wushuang's arm, and asked Mo Wushuang to stand up:
"not yet."
"You haven't recovered your memory, why are you so nice to me?" Mo Wushuang asked strangely.
Qin Muhan stiffened when he heard this, and then he let go of Mo Wushuang's arm in annoyance:
"I don't know either."
It seemed that it was his instinct to be kind to Mo Wushuang and take care of Mo Wushuang.
Mo Wushuang looked at Qin Muhan who let go of him and raised the corners of his mouth bitterly with an annoyed look on his face, then changed the subject and said:
"I went to the bathroom to wash up."
Leaving these words behind, she held her big belly with one hand and walked slowly to the bathroom.
Qin Muhan felt mixed emotions as he looked at Mo Wushuang's slender body and big belly like a basketball.
What's going on with Mo Wushuang?
Obviously he had no memory of Mo Wushuang, but he somehow didn't want to see Mo Wushuang sad.
He said he likes Mo Wushuang, but he doesn’t feel like it himself. If he really liked Mo Wushuang, he wouldn’t be very angry and want to divorce Mo Wushuang just because Mo Wushuang said that the child in his belly has nothing to do with him. .
Not to mention, because of this matter, I would rather marry Wang Xiaonian and be responsible for the child in Wang Xiaonian's belly.
He himself couldn't even explain his feelings for Mo Wushuang.
Forget it, the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge.
Qin Muhan rubbed his hair, suppressed his chaotic thoughts, got up immediately, and walked into the bathroom to wash up.
Mo Wushuang washed up first. He thought the bedroom door was still locked, so he opened the door tentatively.
After discovering that the door could be opened, she quickly packed her luggage.
After she finished cleaning up, Qin Muhan came out after washing up.
She said to Qin Muhan expressionlessly:
"The door has been opened. Take your marriage certificate with you. Let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau!"
After saying this, she didn't pay attention to Qin Muhan's expression. She picked up her marriage certificate, put it in her bag, and turned around to leave.
Qin Muhan's tall body froze in place, looking at Mo Wushuang with a complicated expression as he turned around and left without hesitation, carrying his bag and pulling his suitcase.
