Getting drunk on marriage: Domineering president, please take over

Chapter 275 Special Existence

The wind upstairs was very strong, and Wen Xinlan was crying loudly, with her disheveled hair and white face, she looked like a female ghost.

Mo Ziqian turned his back to Wen Xinlan, and was about to leave, but when he heard what Wen Xinlan said, his footsteps stopped.

Seeing Mo Ziqian stop, Wen Xinlan immediately ran forward and hugged Mo Ziqian tightly from behind Mo Ziqian.

Wen Xinlan's hands were tight, as if she was afraid that Mo Ziqian would leave.

Wen Xinlan regrets it very much now, why didn't he listen to Mo Ziqian back then.

When she was abroad, she heard that Mo Ziqian was the president of Mo's Dongfang, but she didn't believe it at first.

She also specifically inquired about Mo Ziqian, and found Mo Ziqian's photo in the newspaper.

When Wen Xinlan saw Mo Ziqian's financial report, she began to waver.

But at that time, there was that man beside her.

On the one hand, she is also reluctant to part with men, after all, she has always spent her money.

Furthermore, Mo Ziqian knew about Wen Xinlan, and she was also a little embarrassed.

However, later on, Wen Xinlan was cheated out of money by a man, and she fell ill again, and had no money for medical treatment, and it became difficult to eat.

Wen Xinlan had to sell the rented house cheaply and return home with some savings.

She followed Mo Ziqian's car to the outside of Mo Mansion several times, and wanted to go in, but was blocked by the guards.

She wanted to meet Mo Ziqian by chance, but Mo Ziqian always came back from time to time.

She had no choice but to let her meet Meng Wenjia's wedding.

Meng Wenjia knew about Wen Xinlan. When Mo Ziqian took over Mo's Dongfang, he asked her to check on Wen Xinlan.

Not long after Mo Ziqian became the president of Mo's Oriental Group, an accident happened and he injured his leg.

After being cured, Mo Ziqian sat in a wheelchair until Mo Ziqian gained a firm foothold in the Mo family.

After that, Mo Ziqian didn't mention anything about Wen Xinlan again.

Mo Ziqian stretched out his hand and pulled Wen Xinlan's hand away. Wen Xinlan was very unwilling, and held Mo Ziqian's hand tightly with both hands.

Mo Ziqian frowned and said, "Let go!"

Wen Xinland said, "Don't let go!"

Mo Ziqian pulled Wen Xinlan's hand away with a little force.

Wen Xinlan was pulled away, and hugged Mo Ziqian again.

Mo Ziqian's brows were almost knotted.

Wen Xinlan still didn't let go, and finally Mo Ziqian said coldly, "If you don't let go, I will send you abroad!"

Wen Xinlan let go of Mo Ziqian only after hearing this.

Mo Ziqian walked to the doctor's office, and Wen Xinlan returned to the ward.

Mo Ziqian said a few words to the doctor before leaving.

Wen Xinlan watched Mo Ziqian leave, her eyes were full of unwillingness.

Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails dug into the flesh, and she didn't notice a trace of blood.

Mo Ziqian had a very headache, he went back to the company to deal with the documents.

Suddenly, Mo Ziqian's cell phone rang.

Mo Ziqian looked at the phone but didn't answer it.

Sitting in the ward, Wen Xinlan reluctantly dialed again.

Mo Ziqian looked at the phone, his dark eyes dimmed.

At the beginning, Wen Xinlan's sister was involved in a car accident with him. After Mo Ziqian returned to Mo's house, it was found that Tang Yishan wanted to harm him. Unexpectedly, the place where the car crashed happened to be where Wen Xinlan's sister was sitting.

At the beginning, Mo Ziqian called to stop the taxi and asked Wen Xinlan's sister to go up first, but Wen Xinlan's sister insisted that he go up. After the co-pilot.

At the moment of the car accident, perhaps the driver instinctively pushed the co-pilot up, Wen Xinlan's sister left on the spot, and Mo Ziqian was seriously injured.

Mr. Mo knew that Mo Ziqian was in a car accident, so he forcibly took Mo Ziqian back to Mo's house.

Ding Ding Ding!
The phone is still ringing.

Mo Ziqian's deep eyes sank, he picked up his cell phone and answered the call.

Wen Xinlan's soft voice came from over there, "Brother Qian, I was wrong."

Mo Ziqian pursed his thin lips tightly and did not speak.

Wen Xinlan said again, "I will recuperate well in the hospital and treat me better. I want to visit my sister with you, okay?"

Hearing what Wen Xinlan said, Mo Ziqian's mind turned a thousand times.

It seems that he hasn't seen her for a long time.

Wen Xinlan said, "It's almost Ching Ming Festival again, I miss my sister."

It's Ching Ming Festival again.

These words flashed in Mo Ziqian's mind.

Wen Xinlan didn't hear Mo Ziqian's voice, but knew that Mo Ziqian heard what she said.

Wen Xinlan hung up the phone, and Mo Ziqian put down the phone.

Mo Ziqian picked up the calendar on the table, and he saw that the day after tomorrow is Tomb-sweeping Day.

Mo Ziqian sat in a large chair without saying a word, his eyes were looking at something, as if he was remembering something.

The whole day, Su Man was busy with Mo Yun Mo Yue, and the time passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was night, Suman took Mo Yun Moyue out of the shower, changed into pajamas, put them on the bed, and sang a lullaby.

Mo Yun was quiet, but Mo Yue tossed and turned on the bed.

Suman stayed with the little ones until they fell asleep.

After Su Man looked at Mo Yun Mo Yue for a while, he walked out of the room.

Suman raised his eyes to look outside the house, it was pitch black.

Suman turned upstairs again, the master bedroom was still dark.

He hasn't come back yet.

Suman's expression fell instantly.

She returned to the room a little lonely, which was naturally the downstairs room.

Suman took his pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

She's still not used to drying her hair.

Suman let her long wet hair hang on her back, and the dripping water wet Suman's pajamas, but Suman didn't notice it. She looked out the window without any focus in her eyes.

Outside, the sky was dark without a single star.

On such a night, just like Suman's heart at this time, there was no light at all.

Suman was a little irritable. Recently, she was fascinated by the smell of cigarettes again.

She took out a pack of cigarettes from the suitcase, white women's cigarettes, very slender.

Suman clamped his fingers, turned on the lighter, and a faint flame ignited. Suman put the cigarette near his mouth, smashed it, and lit the cigarette.

The smoke ignites, the smell of nicotine spreads in the room, and clouds of smoke rings rise in the air.

The room is a bit small and the windows are not very big.

Soon, a pungent smell of smoke rose in the room.

Suman didn't notice it at all.

When she finishes smoking a cigarette, she flicks the butt into the ashtray.

Suman took out another one and lit it.

She seemed to feel that only in the nicotine filled with cigarettes, her heart was not heavy, and her head was a little empty.

The cigarette in his hand sometimes burns and sometimes goes out.

Unknowingly, half a cigarette burns brightly.

Snow-white slender fingers, a piece of soot left on the smoke.

Suman's figure was blurred in the smoke circle, and the halo from the red lips made him look a little lonely, accompanied by a sense of sadness.

In the middle of the night, when Mo Ziqian returned to the Mo Mansion, he did not park the car in the garage.

He parked the car on the edge of the garden and walked into the hall.

Mo Mansion was in darkness, without any light.

Mo Ziqian stretched his legs and walked to the side of the stairs.

He couldn't stand his feet, he seemed to think of Suman in the daytime, she no longer lived in the master bedroom.

Mo Ziqian didn't know if Su Man was asleep, so he walked lightly to Mo Yun Mo Yue's room.

He saw that Mo Yun and Mo Yue were fast asleep.

Mo Ziqian left a kiss on Mo Yun Mo Yue's forehead before walking out of the room.

Mo Ziqian stood outside Suman's room door, but he didn't open the door immediately. His big palm on the doorknob waited for a moment before it opened.

The sound of the door opening was very small.

However, the moment the door opened, Mo Ziqian smelled a pungent smell of smoke.

Mo Ziqian's black eyes deepened.

Suman is smoking again!

A dark room, pitch black.

Mo Ziqian's bright eyes raised his eyes and saw Su Man's figure.

She stood in front of the small window, her back looked very thin, and there was a flash of light around her.

Mo Ziqian frowned immediately.

His black eyes looked at the ashtray on the window sill, and his thin lips were tightly pursed into a line, and his slender legs quickly approached Suman.

He snatched the cigarette from Suman's finger at once, and said, "Why are you smoking again?"

Mo Ziqian frowned, his dark eyes sank, he glanced at the ashtray, and several cigarette butts fell into it messily.

Su Man didn't turn his head around quickly, but turned his head slightly to look at Mo Ziqian, then turned and walked towards the bed beside him.

Mo Ziqian felt that Suman was very strange now, and he couldn't grasp it.

Suman's eyes were very wandering, as if he didn't see Mo Ziqian.

Mo Ziqian felt a little dissatisfied immediately.

Mo Ziqian had never seen Suman like this before, which made him a little flustered.

Suman just took a step, but couldn't move anymore, she turned sideways, and she looked to her side.

Mo Ziqian's big palm grabbed Su Man's wrist.

Suman struggled slightly.

In the past, Suman felt warm in this palm, but now Suman felt no warmth at all.

Suman didn't like this feeling and twisted his hands.

Mo Ziqian just didn't let go, Su Man said, "Let go!"

Su Man's voice came faintly, and Mo Ziqian always felt that Su Man's words seemed to carry a different meaning.

Mo Ziqian's palm tightened a little, and he pulled Suman into his arms.

In an instant, a faint scent of shampoo, accompanied by a smell of nicotine, rushed into Mo Ziqian's nostrils.

Mo Ziqian frowned and hugged Suman tightly.

At this moment, Mo Ziqian seemed to want to confirm something.

Mo Ziqian tightened his arms. Su Man's petite body can be completely surrounded by one arm.

Mo Ziqian couldn't remember when Su Man became so thin.

His memory seemed to be still when Mo Yun Mo Yue was born, Su Man's figure was plump in the ward, and his face was blushing.

Su Man's waist is very thin, and Mo Ziqian dared not hug him hard for fear of breaking it.

Mo Ziqian put his head on Suman's.

His chin was wet, and Mo Ziqian realized that Su Man's hair was not dry yet.

A few seconds later, Mo Ziqian let go of Suman, pulled Suman aside, and placed him on a chair.

Mo Ziqian walked out of the room and brought it to blow the air.

Su Man didn't move, and let Mo Ziqian dry her long hair.

Suman's hair is a little long, but very soft.

Mo Ziqian loves the feeling Su Man's long hair leaves when he passes through his fingers.

It was cool, and there was a strange feeling of hair brushing against my heart.

Mo Ziqian stroked Su Man's hair behind his ear, and smoothed it a few times.

He looked at Suman and didn't know what to say for a while, he just held Suman half in his arms.

Suman didn't speak, and in the darkness, each other's breath was ringing.

It sounded like Suman was a little sad.

However, Suman is not a woman who loves to cry.

In the darkness, Suman smiled.

There was a nice curve on the corner of her lips.

Mo Ziqian's eyes were bright, and he looked down at the thin Suman in his arms.

He saw Suman's smile.

Mo Ziqian's heart tightened.

His thin lips were still tightly pressed into a line, his nostrils were slightly dilated, and there was a trace of panic in his black eyes.

He didn't like Suman's smile, very much.

Mo Ziqian's fingertips slid across Suman's delicate face, and then came to Suman's pointed jaw, and slightly lifted it.

Suman's eyes were wide open, like two clear springs, shining in the darkness.

The figures of the two showed beautiful outlines in the darkness.

Men are tall and women are petite.

Vaguely seeing, the man leaned over and lowered his head.

Lips pressed together, but Mo Ziqian did not attack the city like before.

Mo Ziqian didn't move, but quietly felt Suman's special existence.

(End of this chapter)