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

Dongfang Mo's heart skipped a beat, but without a sound, he just stared at her coldly, quietly waiting for her next words.

Xi Muxue smiled bitterly and said: "At first she refused to bet, saying that there was no need for it, so I said, if Dongfang Mo can't tell who is who between us, it means that he doesn't love you enough, that means, One day in the future, I will have the opportunity to take you away at any time and replace you smoothly."

"She was finally aroused by me to bet, and then she agreed to bet with me," Xi Muxue smiled wryly at this point.

"What are the conditions of the bet?" Dongfang Mo finally spoke, but his voice was cold and lifeless, and his hands could not help but clenched into fists under his sleeves.

"The condition is - if I win, I will successfully replace her in One Inch Mo City, be the lady of the East, be the mother of three children, and live with you and the children forever." Xi Muxue said this, and immediately There was still excitement in his eyes.

"What if you lose?" Dongfang Mo didn't look into Xi Muxue's eyes, but he could already hear the sound of joints in his clenched hands.

"If I lose?" When Xi Muxue said this, her face immediately turned dark: "I lose, and from now on I will quit Binhai forever, quit China, live in a strange country, never appear in front of you and her, and never appear in front of you and her again. I don't want to disturb your peaceful life."

Dongfang Mo was secretly relieved when he heard this, and then said coldly: "You can go now, and disappear from our sight forever. I hope that as you said, you will never disturb our lives."

After Dongfang Mo said this, he turned around and was about to walk towards the hall, but was stopped by Xi Muxue the moment he turned around.

"Is there anything else to say?" Dongfang Mo's face was gloomy, and he was very dissatisfied with her endless entanglement. If it wasn't because she was Xi Muru's only sister in the world, he would have had her thrown away long ago. out.

"Dongfang Mo," Xi Muxue's voice was rarely sad and tender, and tears rolled in his eyes after calling him.

"Say something quickly," Dongfang Mo said with a very impatient look, very impatient with her hesitation.

"I want to ask——have you ever?" Xi Muxue bit her lips lightly, clenched her hands into fists, and finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Have you ever liked me? Even a little bit?"

"No!" Dongfang Mo's answer was very straightforward. It can be said that he didn't take care of Xi Muxue's face at all. The silk scarf I used to bandage my wound was named Xi Muxue, and the silk scarf you used later on was also named after you. At that time, you were the person I was facing, but from the beginning to the end, the person I love in my heart was the one who bandaged me. The girl with the wound was the girl who brought me soup and read to me every day when I was sick and hospitalized. Although she used your name at the time, I loved that person, not just a name. "

After hearing this, Xi Muxue finally gave up completely, she murmured to herself with a face that was so regretful that her intestines were green: "If I knew it would end today, I wouldn't let Mu If you replace me to bring you soup and take care of you, if I knew you would be fine, I would not let Mu Ru marry you instead of me, all of this... is my own fault."