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

No, I can't go on like this, she thought in her heart when she was washing, it seems that she must talk to Dongfang Mo today, if he really wants to spend the rest of his life with her, then...

As soon as I thought of this, I accidentally swallowed a little bit of toothpaste foam, and my stomach immediately turned upside down: "Uh... vomit..."

After retching at the sink for a while, I looked up, only to find myself in the mirror pale and colorless, with disheveled hair, and bloodshot toothpaste foam at the corner of the mouth, clearly a messy woman.

She couldn't help sighing, and her hand slipped down to her abdomen unconsciously, and then she remembered that Dongfang Mo didn't seem to have broken her wings, because Dongfang Mo had never objected to her painting, even when they went to Nim During the honeymoon, Dongfang Mo even helped her carry the easel.

Well, what really prevents her from painting is actually this tormenting little thing in her stomach. Maybe it’s because the scar is healed and she forgets the pain. She feels that this little thing in her stomach is better than Yuyu’s in her stomach six years ago. Sometimes it's even more noisy.

Her days were indeed lazy over the past month, and when Mu went downstairs to eat breakfast, it was almost noon, and she couldn't help yawning, as if she was still sleepy and wanted to sleep again.

She couldn't help but muttered in her heart, this was all caused by Dongfang Mo, and now her life is going to be turned upside down.

Well, if black and white are reversed, black and white is reversed. Anyway, she can't even draw now, what else can she do?

She turned around and walked upstairs, but it was a pity that before she could lie down, the phone rang again, she took the phone a little annoyed, thinking Dongfang Mo was calling, she pressed the answer button without even looking at it and called out first Voice: "It's okay, don't bother me!"

After yelling, she was about to hang up the phone, but a yell louder than her voice came from the phone: "Xi Muru, you are Mrs. Dongfang now, isn't it? You don't even care about your father. Do you know that your father is dead?"

Rumbling, as if several thunderbolts were ringing in succession, Mu Ru froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Xi Muxue came back from America, Xi Yuanyuan is dead!

Xi Yuanyuan is dead!Mu Ru shuddered instinctively, and suddenly recovered from the daze, looked at the phone in his hand, and just when he didn't know what to say, Xi Muxue's voice came again with an octave higher voice.

"Xi Muru, you're still not alone," Xi Muxue's voice was obviously angry, "Mother Wang called you a few days ago to say that Dad was dying, and you didn't even come to see me, do you still have a conscience? ah......."

Mu Rushi cut off the phone while Xi Muxue was still yelling. She was very unwilling to hear Xi Muxue's questioning voice, but she quickly found her clothes and changed to go out.

Although she dislikes Xi Yuanyuan very much, and even hates him, there is one thing she must admit, that is, she is Xi Yuanyuan's daughter, and Xi Yuanyuan's blood runs through her body. denied.

Xi Yuanyuan died. She changed into white and plain clothes and went out. Uncle Liu happened to be away, so she didn't ask the security guard to drive her there. Instead, she went to the avenue outside and hailed a taxi.

Xi Yuanyuan still lives in the private house in the village in the city where Wang Ma lived, a narrow two-bedroom and one living room. Because Xi Muxue came back, Wang Ma often had to make a bed in the living room when Xi Muxue was at home.

When Mu Ru arrived here, Xi Yuanyuan had already been placed on the floor of the living room, a torn mat was placed under him, and his body was covered with the old sheets he had used.