MTL - The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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Mo Yixuan's eyes brightened, his eyes locked on He Xiyan's face as if he had focused.

It was still a familiar little face, beautiful and pure, not delicate enough, but it had been deeply imprinted in his mind and engraved in his heart.

He squeezed his thin lips, and the corners of his lips were slightly upward, creating a long-lost smile.

After all these days, he finally saw her.

"Yan Yan" he called her nickname in a deep voice, and reached out to embrace her shoulders as narrow as wooden planks.

He Xiyan took a step back in surprise, but that hand just fell into the air.

His appearance interrupted her thoughts. She kept blinking her eyelashes, and kept thinking about his purpose.

"Are you doing anything to me?" Looking up, she finally met his face, and also saw his thick dark circles and tiredness.

The heart seemed to tingle, and then just a moment she tightened her lips and tried to restrain all her emotions.

He has nothing to do with her. He is not related to her when he is tired or sick.

"I ..." After seeing the indifferent expression on He Xiyan's face, Mo Yixuan was pierced with a needle, and her joy on her face receded. But he didn't believe it was her true expression.

Taking a step, he walked directly around her and walked into this room, a room much worse than the one they lived in, but the taste in this room was the one he was most familiar with. He woke his nose and greedily breathed the familiar air here.

"Yanyan, I'm hungry!" He said again, still saying the same thing. It was also the sentence he had spoken to her the most frequently over the years. He remembered that as long as he said this, the woman would not hesitate to do what he wanted to eat, whether it was when she had dysmenorrhea or when she was sick.

His face loves him so much that he can do anything for him.

He Xiyan stood in front of the dining table. She supported the table with her hands and looked at the ceiling on the top. These days she always wanted to forget him, and even if she couldn't forget, she tried to restrain herself from thinking about him, but he unexpectedly appeared in her house so inexplicably that she was caught by surprise.

Instead of going to the kitchen to make what he wanted to eat, she took out some sweets, biscuits and cakes from a cabinet and put them in front of the man.

"Let's say, Yixuan, what are you doing?" She said quietly, without too much emotion in her pale face, which was suppressed by her heart.

"I'll take you back!" Mo Yixuan blinked dark-colored eyes, and after retreating from the usual coldness and indifference, he seemed to be warming all over, his face full of reluctance and expectation.

After the divorce, he thought he could put her down, so he worked frantically, day and night and day, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he couldn't help showing her face, and she smiled. Yes, he didn't want to lose her.

He Xiyan only felt that she was knocked with a bamboo stick, and her head was dizzy, mainly because the words of the man could hear her in the mist.

Take her back, where to go, this is her home.

"What the **** are you doing?"

She approached him suddenly, staring at him. His presence made her inexplicably restless. He shouldn't be here.

"I said I'll pick you up and go back to the night city." Mo Yixuan reached out and picked up a piece of cake to deliver to his mouth. He was hungry. He was really hungry. He didn't eat anything yesterday.