After the divorce, the domineering ex-husband was slapped in the face every day

Mo Huainan looked intently at the woman who threw herself into his arms, "Hera?"

Hera was wearing a sexy and hot black suspender skirt, with her blond hair hanging in waves on her bare shoulders, and she put her arms around Mo Huainan's neck.

"Huainan, I miss you so much."

Mo Huainan pulled her arm away, "Why are you here?"

Hera's cheeks turned red, she showed a confused smile, and snatched the wine glass from Mo Huainan's hand.

"I came all the way to China, why don't you give me a toast?"

Mo Huainan frowned, but couldn't push her away.

"You're already drunk."

Hera gave a wry smile, "I was drunk. I was so drunk that I lost my mind."

"Huainan, I know there is someone in your heart, but I can't believe that you have never wavered for so long."

Hera's blue eyes were dim, "I'm ready to give up, because the feeling of chasing after you is too painful, and I have become less like myself."

Mo Huainan always knew Hera's thoughts, but he always adhered to the boundary between doctor and patient and never gave her hope.

He looked at Hera calmly and heard her suddenly smile.

"Before we say goodbye, why don't you give me a kiss on the cheek?"

This was a common greeting from Hera's country. She moved her face closer, but Mo Huainan quickly dodged it.

Hera's heart trembled, and she simply got drunk and was emboldened, and put her lips together.

"Oh!"

"Mo Huainan! You..."

The door to the private room was slammed open, and a person appeared at the door.

The loose work clothes had not yet been changed, but they could not hide her slim curves.

Her hair was messy from running, and it hung between her eyebrows, giving her a more lazy and casual temperament.

Jiang Yu was originally watching a play, but when he saw clearly who was at the door, he almost choked on the wine in his mouth.

"Holy shit..." What kind of Shura field scene is this?

Mu Jinhuan accurately targeted Mo Huainan among the group of men, and at the same time he also saw the blonde beauty pressing on him.

The man's lips were only two centimeters away from Mo Huainan's cheek. Mo Huainan tilted his head slightly, as if he wanted to refuse but welcome.

The atmosphere between the two was charming and ambiguous, and their bodies were close to each other. Mu Jinhuan choked back the words she blurted out.

It seemed she had disturbed him.

Mo Huainan stared at the door steadily, his heart beating wildly. All the sounds around him were blocked by him, and he could only hear his own heavy breathing.

"Come with me!"

Jiang Yu grabbed Hera and kicked out everyone who was wondering in the room, including the unlucky guy on the ground.

The door to the private room was closed, leaving only two people in the room.

Under Mo Huainan's fixed gaze, Mu Jinhuan stepped closer and waved her hand in front of his eyes.

"Are your eyes okay?"

It took Mo Huainan a long time to find his voice and said in a muffled voice, "It's cured."

"Where are the legs?"

Mo Huainan stood up and approached Mu Jinhuan in two steps.

"It's okay."

"That's good."

The air fell into a suffocating silence again, as if you could hear a pin drop.

Mu Jinhuan lowered his head and glanced at the blood on the ground. The man just now should be Boss Liu's brother.

"Thank you."

"No need." Mu Jinhuan looked up at him. The heat in his eyes disappeared briefly, and he looked away gently.

She had many things to ask him, where he had been, who the woman was just now, and whether he was behind the many things that had gone very smoothly this year.

But seeing this familiar face, she suddenly couldn't say anything.

Her heart was filled with indescribable sourness, heartache and pounding, and she stared at Mo Huainan's somewhat empty sleeves in a daze.

He has lost a lot of weight.

A low and melodious voice like a cello sounded above her head.

"Has the venue problem been solved?"

Mu Jinhuan was a little helpless. They hadn't seen each other for a year. Was this the first thing he said on his own initiative?
"solved."

Mu Jinhuan took a deep breath and looked up at her calmly, her long eyelashes hiding the fluctuations in her eyes.

"It's late, I'll go back first."

She turned around, opened her legs, and walked toward the door step by step.

The moment her finger touched the door handle, the person behind her suddenly approached.

Then a big hand wrapped around her waist, turned her over, and held her face to face.

Mu Jinhuan pressed her back against the cool wall and heard Mo Huainan breathing heavily and rapidly in her ear.

"What?"

His breath froze in his ear, "I don't know."

Mu Jinhuan held Mo Huainan's shoulders, pushed him away, and stared at him intently.

Beads of sweat overflowed from the tip of his nose, and his pale skin echoed the glistening sweat drops, shimmering with lust.

Mu Jinhuan's hand on his shoulder slid up, wrapped around his neck, pressed hard against her, and pressed her lips directly against him.

The sudden soft touch shocked Mo Huainan's whole body, and the familiar yet unfamiliar breath wandered around his body, as if every pore was relaxing.

Mo Huainan's arms tightened suddenly, and his big palm clasped the back of Mu Jinhuan's head.

Kiss, fierce kiss.

She clutched his collar and he robbed her of her breath.

A year's longing, complaints and joy of reunion are all contained in this kiss.

They kissed passionately and pulled fiercely, trying to get each other into their bodies.

Mo Huainan suddenly let go of Mu Jinhuan, lowered his head to bite her neck, picked up a piece of soft meat and sucked it.

Mu Jinhuan's forbearing breathing began to become broken, and her reason collapsed.

The red marks were planted one by one, and Mo Huainan had a vague thought - the seal has been stamped, will they never be separated again?
The next morning, before Mu Jinhuan woke up, Tang Xiaoxiao took her out of the bed.

"Little Mumu, how can you sleep so soundly? Help me plan the wedding arrangements together, my head is almost broken!"

After a year of getting along, her relationship with Gu Nanjie had stabilized, and it was time to talk about marriage.

Tang Xiaoxiao was born with an unconventional character, and a while ago she had the idea of ​​holding a group wedding with Gu Nanting and Gu Mo.

The brothers had no objection, and Gu Mo didn't want to be too public in the spotlight, so they all went along with her wishes.

But Tang Xiaoxiao soon discovered that although the idea was beautiful, once it was put into practice, it was full of trivial troubles and difficult decisions.

She held a large set of site plans and sat dejectedly on Mu Jinhuan's bed.

"Xiao Mumu, do you think it's too late for me to regret getting married now?"

Mu Jinhuan quickly blocked her mouth, "I advise you to give up on this idea. If you regret your marriage, my second brother will burst into tears all over the house."

Tang Xiaoxiao burst out laughing, and from the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of an unusual mark under the collar of Mu Jinhuan's pajamas.

"Are you injured?" Tang Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand to pull open Mu Jinhuan's collar, and his eyes suddenly widened in shock.

"This...this is, you have a man?!" (End of Chapter)