Dear, Let's Remarry

An Ruchu was a little stunned, with crystal tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. He looked at Mo Chen in a daze. There was something vague emotion rolling at the bottom of his eyes.

"Ann." Mo Chen looked at her expression and was a little flustered. He explained, "Ann, I need to know."

"Need to know?" Ann Ruchu suddenly woke up at this moment, and her face suddenly changed. It seemed that the fragile and crying person just now was not her. Now she has changed into a cold and indifferent appearance, with a smile on her lips, "as the child's father, you don't know? Are you interested in asking me? "

"An'an..." Mo Chen frowned. He didn't know how she changed her face so quickly. She was just fine. He thought she was finally willing to let go of those misunderstandings. He opened his heart and told him that when he mentioned this problem, it was like touching her scales.

He also knew why she was so sensitive. As a child's father, he didn't know such a thing. For her, it was already a kind of irony, or a kind of distrust.

That's why she reacted so much and cared so much.

"Are you skeptical or something?" Ann looked at him coldly. Her elegant face was stained with frost and snow, and every breath was cold. "If you don't want to recognize it, no one can force you, I'm more happy."

Mo Chen frowned bitterly, "Ann, you know I don't mean that!"

"How can I know what you mean?" An Ruchu held his arm and sneered.

Mo Chen pursed his lips, calmed down and continued, "Ann, I hope we can really have a good talk. I admit it's absurd that I don't know about such things, but I do, and you must know. I don't deny ink. Now that I know that ink makes our children, I should know the truth more. "

Ann Ruchu's face turned slightly white and began with a partial tone. "I don't want to mention the previous things anymore. Since you have determined that Mo Mo is your son, the previous things are useless."

"Ann!" Mo Chen was in a hurry and shouted, "what happened at that time? Why didn't you tell me!"

An Ruchu covered his eyes with his hand and said, "I don't want to say. If you want to know, go back and think about what you did on the Tanabata six years ago."

"Tanabata?" Mo Chen was stunned, vaguely aware of something unusual, "that's the day of Tanabata?"

An Ruchu has lost his patience. "I've said everything I should say. Go out!"

Originally, this kind of thing was a kind of mistrust and grievance for her. He asked this. She was well deserved without beating him out. Now she gave him a hint, which was the best of kindness and righteousness.

Maybe others will think she is hypocritical. She has already said half of it. Why not make it clear.

However, if your husband didn't believe that the child was his from the beginning, and later recognized it with an identification report, and then asked when he was pregnant, wouldn't he feel humiliated to be suspected?

Mo Chen looked at an with complex eyes. At this time, she already knew that it was impossible to ask again, but since she had given a hint, it was not completely fruitless.

"In that case, I'll go first." He pursed his lips. Before leaving, he suddenly looked back, "Ann, I don't doubt you. Mo Mo is our child, I firmly believe!"

After that, he strode out the door without saying a word.

After listening to him go out and close the gate, an Ruchu turned around, took a long breath and sat down on the bed.

Stayed up all night.

Mo Chen spent the whole night thinking about what he did on Tanabata night six years ago and why he didn't remember at all.

Due to the long history, Mo Chen thought hard all night. He didn't think of anything. In the gray morning, he got up.

After washing, he naturally went to Ann Ruchu's house. He wanted to see her and pushed the door, but he locked it and couldn't get in.

Mo Chen sighed and went to Mo Mo's room. After watching by the bed for a long time, he reluctantly kissed Mo Mo's forehead, went out of the door and prepared breakfast.

Get everything ready, just seven thirty in the morning.

Mo Chen looked at an Ruchu's door. There was no movement. He was probably still sleeping. After thinking about it, he gave up waiting for her and went straight to work.

The first thing I do when I go to the company is to call Rong to come over.

The phone rang for a long time. Rong Xiang answered it. His voice was confused and bleary. He probably didn't wake up, "Hey, who! Don't let people sleep so early in the morning! "

Mo Chen said coldly, "it's me. Hurry to get over to my office! Give you fifteen minutes! "

"Ah! Big brother! " Rong wanted to be frightened by his voice and woke up, "only fifteen minutes? It will take me half an hour! "

"More than a minute, I'll transfer you to Africa." Mo Chen finished his words coldly and hung up the phone.

While waiting for Rong to think, Mo Chen began to turn over the previous trip, but it has been too long for him to find it here.

Six years ago, his close secretary general was Qin Feng. These things should be arranged by him, but now Qin Feng is no longer in the company, and these itineraries can't be found.

Qin Feng has disappeared since he was fired. It is not easy for him to find Qin Feng in a short time.

In this way, the clue of this matter is broken. The only thing we can rely on is to think about it. He may remember something.

Mo Chen pushed the pile of documents on the table aside, pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, and thought about what happened that day.

The past time was like a butterfly. It flew by in the long river of memories. Too many fragments came masked. He stretched out his hand, but he couldn't catch anything and couldn't find anything.

Mingming always remembers so well that he can remember things clearly when he was young, but he seems to have never experienced things that day, and he has no memory at all.

All memories are like taking away that day alone.

Mo Chen held his head impatiently and fell on his desk thinking hard. On the ground, he had fallen into a mess.

When Rong Xiang came in a hurry, he saw such a scene. If Mo Chen hadn't been there, he would almost think he had been robbed.

"Brother, what's the matter with you? Why is it so urgent? " Rong Xiang didn't even brush his teeth and wash his face. His chicken nest like hair was comparable to killing Matt. His clothes were casual and his buttons were up and down. It seemed that he was in a hurry.

Mo Chen raised his head when he heard the voice. There was blood in his eyes and he looked very tired. He looked at Rong Xiang, and his voice was hoarse and low. "Rong Xiang, did anything happen on the Tanabata six years ago?"

"Tanabata six years ago?" When I heard this, my eyes widened, "brother, you called me here early in the morning to ask me about this moldy thing?"

Mo Chen glanced at him unhappily. He wanted to touch his nose and smiled, "well, hehe, don't get excited, brother. I just talk about it."

"Less nonsense." Mo Chen gave him a cold look, "say!"

Rong wanted to rub his chin, "six years ago! It's been so long. Where can I remember so clearly, and it's Tanabata. I'm not sure which beauty I'm spending spring night with! How do you know what you did? "

"Huh?" Mo Chen's face sank and an eye knife flew over.

Rong wanted to kiss his mouth, "all right! You let me think first. It's been so long. Who can remember it! In other words, brother, why do you suddenly think of this? "

"If you want to, you want to." Mo Chen is in a bad mood today. His face is gloomy and is about to drip water.

Rong Xiang rolled his eyes. Although he was reluctant, he didn't dare to violate it. He sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, recalled and said, "let me think about the Tanabata six years ago... Well, Tanabata is a special day, but it's nothing special for you, brother, so it's normal for you not to remember."

Mo Chen narrowed his eyes and spilled a trace of danger.

Rong wanted to pretend that he didn't see it, touched his chin and continued: "well, it's better to recall a special day. Last year's Tanabata seemed to be spent with a young model of mixed blood between China and France. The year before last, it seemed to be with a Korean singer... The year before last, uh, let me think about it. Ah, I remember, the year before last was talking about my life ideal with a domestic online celebrity, You caught me working overtime before I got into the subject... "

Listen, let's count those flower deeds. Mo Chen's face can't be described. It's going to be black into carbon.

"Let me think! Pick the point! I'm not interested in your love history! " Mo Chen gnashed his teeth.

Rong Xiang smiled, "brother, you don't understand now. I'm going step by step, following the vine and feeling the melon, and I remember it slowly. Oh, just now, I went to France with a girlfriend five years ago, so six years ago... Six years ago... "

At the critical moment, he suddenly stopped, bit his lips and said nothing.

"How about six years ago?!" Mo Chen was about to lose his patience. He stood up and banged on the table.

Rong Xiang was startled, touched his heart and said, "don't worry, brother. I seem to think of a little, but..."

"But what?" Mo Chen looked excited at the bottom of his eyes and stared at Rong Xiang.

Rong Xiang looked strange and dodged, "don't be angry when I said it. You and your sister-in-law seemed to quarrel that day. You were in a bad mood, and then went to drink, and then..."

"Then what?" Mo Chen's face was nervous, but he didn't know how, and gradually a picture appeared, as if he vaguely grasped some key.

Rong Xiang glanced at him subtly and whispered, "you drank too much that night, and then opened a room with a third-line little star who didn't know where to come. Where did you go..."

Mo Chen was stunned, "how can..."