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

Dongfang Mo paused for a moment when he said this, and then said in a low voice: "Especially if you asked Mu Ru to marry me instead of you, you don't know, I am very grateful to you in my heart, if something happens to you in the future, I can still marry you." If I extend a helping hand to you, it must be because of the fact that you sent Mu Ru to me."

After Dongfang Mo said this, he turned around and walked out the door. Only today did he realize that the girl who was waiting by his bed eight years ago read inspirational books to him every day, and read those touching stories to him. The girl who listened was actually his youngest wife, Xi Muru.

That woman, the woman who kept everything in her heart, had never mentioned it to him after so many years.

If Xi Muxue hadn't come to him today and told him about his engagement 13 years ago, he probably wouldn't have known that it was Xi Muru who came to accompany him every day eight years ago.

In the past five years when Xi Muru disappeared, the reason why he allowed Xi Muxue to live in his Yiinch Mocheng was entirely because of her saving him back then, and because of her accompanying him by the hospital bed eight years ago. .

The person who accompanied him by the hospital bed 8 years ago was Xi Muru, so the little girl who rescued him 13 years ago, couldn't it be Xi Muru too?

Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat, and then he instinctively took out the silk scarf that he carried with him all the year round. The word Xi Muxue was embroidered on one corner of the silk scarf.

He kneaded his forehead with his hands, and remembered that he and Xi Muxue had met a few times after they made their marriage contract. Xi Muxue said three words.

To know whether the person who rescued him was Xi Muxue, all he had to do was ask Xi Muxue if he knew how to embroider. Thinking of this, he quickly got out of the car and ran to the VIP elevator, straight to the top floor.

However, when he returned to the reception room, Xi Muxue had already left. Presumably, she had seen him leave, so she left knowingly.

----Boundary----

And here, in the Binhai revolving restaurant, the best viewing position by the window, Zheng Yifan and Mu Ru are already sitting in the booth, drinking coffee like old friends.

Compared to Mu Ru's shock, Zheng Yifan looked extraordinarily calm, looked at her with a smile, and asked in a low voice: "Mu Ru, are you okay?"

How are you?It's been six years and I've been trying, trying to come back to see you, trying to be with you, are you— all right?

Mu Ru's heart trembled slightly, and then a quick smile appeared, and she said in a low voice: "I'm fine, and now I have realized my dream, painting."

I'm fine, even if there's something wrong, I can't tell you, because I don't want you to worry about me, and you already have someone you should worry about and care about.

After hearing her words, Zheng Yifan couldn't help but twitched when he thought about the beautiful paintings he saw. It seems that Dongfang Mo treated her really well.

If Dongfang Mo only regarded her as a mistress, she would definitely not be allowed to become a painter, and she would not be allowed to freely enter and exit Yiinch Mo City.

"Yifan, didn't you bring your wife with you when you came to Binhai this time?" Mu Ru asked naturally, stirring the coffee in the cup with her hands.

"Madam?" Now it was Zheng Yifan's turn to be puzzled, "I haven't even married yet, where did Madam come from?"