Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

In a blink of an eye, Mu Ru has been living in this Meiyuan for half a month, and Dongfang Mo has never been here. Mu Ru also feels extremely comfortable. As long as she doesn't see him, she feels that the air will be fresher. As long as she doesn't see him , she felt that her breathing would be easier, as long as she didn't see him, her wounds would heal faster.

So she couldn't help but think, wouldn't it be nice if life went on like this?

Even if she becomes Dongfang Mo's mistress, as long as he doesn't come here, as long as he doesn't remember her existence, it's better...

Of course, it’s best that he’s busy every day, it’s best that the Dongfang Group has a lot of money that they can’t get back and it pissed him off, it’s best that Dongfang Yu is doing some messy things outside, it’s best that Dongfang Mei God damn it, it's better to make trouble for him...

After dinner, the night lights in Yicunmo City were turned on. Mu Ru was standing on the balcony on the second floor of Meiyuan. It was already the beginning of March in the Gregorian calendar. It was said to be spring, but it was still a bit cold, of course not as cold as winter up.

She grasped the guardrail of the balcony with her hand, and looked at the luxurious and magnificent Moyuan not far away, clenched her teeth involuntarily, and her hand grasping the guardrail moved further in.

It would be best if Dongfang Mo’s Dongfang Group went bankrupt overnight like Xi’s, and then Dongfang Mo would be beaten to death by creditors like Xi Yuanyuan; it would be best if his car collided with someone else’s car, and then he couldn’t get out of the car. This time, he simply burned him to death so that he could not see the sun tomorrow...

Thinking of this, Mu Ru couldn't help laughing out loud, and suddenly felt that her imagination was quite rich, and she was able to come up with such a plot. I don't know if she can work part-time as a bloody internet writer up.

However, although I don't have a bloody network writer, I feel very comfortable thinking about it this way, and from the third year of junior high school to today, half a month has passed, and the fantasy just now is actually her Feel the happiest moment.

"It seems that you are still very satisfied with your life as a mistress, and you can laugh so happily." Dongfang Mo's old and hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the bedroom door, but it brought the fantasy Mu Ru back to reality. .

Mu Ru's body froze instinctively, and then she turned her head abruptly, only to see Dongfang Mo coming into the room while turning the wheelchair.

Mu Ru's smiling face dimmed in an instant because of fantasies, and the coldness in his eyes gradually deepened. He took off the hand that was holding on to the guardrail, and secretly clenched it into a fist under the wide pajamas, almost pinching his nails into it. The meat went.

Dongfang Mo's wheelchair was parked beside the bed, looking at the smiling woman standing on the balcony, her face turned cold in an instant, and the pale and colorless face was illuminated by the light, and I don't know if it was because of the angle , looking particularly thin at this time.

On the contrary, the ink-like shawl-length hair was naturally parted from the middle at this time, and it was scattered vertically on the shoulders. Because the bangs were not deliberately combed in front of the forehead, the birthmark was naturally exposed to the light. That too pale and thin face looked like a female ghost walking out of Gu Moli.

Dongfang Mo's heart sank instinctively, and he turned his wheelchair to the balcony, looking at the motionless woman leaning on the balcony railing, his deep eyes were instantly filled with imperceptible tenderness, and he said in a low voice, "How did you manage this? It’s fine if you haven’t grown any flesh, but you’re getting thinner and thinner?” In a blink of an eye, Mu Ru has lived in this Meiyuan for half a month, and Dongfang Mo has never been here. Mu Ru also feels extremely comfortable, as long as she doesn’t see her When she saw him, she felt that the air would be fresher. As long as she didn't see him, she would feel that her breathing would be easier. As long as she didn't see him, her wounds would heal faster.

So she couldn't help but think, wouldn't it be nice if life went on like this?

Even if she becomes Dongfang Mo's mistress, as long as he doesn't come here, as long as he doesn't remember her existence, it's better...

Of course, it’s best that he’s busy every day, it’s best that the Dongfang Group has a lot of money that they can’t get back and it pissed him off, it’s best that Dongfang Yu is doing some messy things outside, it’s best that Dongfang Mei God damn it, it's better to make trouble for him...

After dinner, the night lights in Yicunmo City were turned on. Mu Ru was standing on the balcony on the second floor of Meiyuan. It was already the beginning of March in the Gregorian calendar. It was said to be spring, but it was still a bit cold, of course not as cold as winter up.

She grasped the guardrail of the balcony with her hand, and looked at the luxurious and magnificent Moyuan not far away, clenched her teeth involuntarily, and her hand grasping the guardrail moved further in.

It would be best if Dongfang Mo’s Dongfang Group went bankrupt overnight like Xi’s, and then Dongfang Mo would be beaten to death by creditors like Xi Yuanyuan; it would be best if his car collided with someone else’s car, and then he couldn’t get out of the car. This time, he simply burned him to death so that he could not see the sun tomorrow...

Thinking of this, Mu Ru couldn't help laughing out loud, and suddenly felt that her imagination was quite rich, and she was able to come up with such a plot. I don't know if she can work part-time as a bloody internet writer up.

However, although I don't have a bloody network writer, I feel very comfortable thinking about it this way, and from the third year of junior high school to today, half a month has passed, and the fantasy just now is actually her Feel the happiest moment.

"It seems that you are still very satisfied with your life as a mistress, and you can laugh so happily." Dongfang Mo's old and hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the bedroom door, but it brought the fantasy Mu Ru back to reality. .

Mu Ru's body froze instinctively, and then she turned her head abruptly, only to see Dongfang Mo coming into the room while turning the wheelchair.

Mu Ru's smiling face dimmed in an instant because of fantasies, and the coldness in his eyes gradually deepened. He took off the hand that was holding on to the guardrail, and secretly clenched it into a fist under the wide pajamas, almost pinching his nails into it. The meat went.

Dongfang Mo's wheelchair was parked beside the bed, looking at the smiling woman standing on the balcony, her face turned cold in an instant, and the pale and colorless face was illuminated by the light, and I don't know if it was because of the angle , looking particularly thin at this time.

On the contrary, the ink-like shawl-length hair was naturally parted from the middle at this time, and it was scattered vertically on the shoulders. Because the bangs were not deliberately combed in front of the forehead, the birthmark was naturally exposed to the light. That too pale and thin face looked like a female ghost walking out of Gu Moli.

Dongfang Mo's heart sank instinctively, and he turned his wheelchair to the balcony, looking at the motionless woman leaning on the balcony railing, his deep eyes were instantly filled with imperceptible tenderness, and he said in a low voice, "How did you manage this? It’s fine if you haven’t grown a little bit of meat, but you’re getting thinner?”