Chapter 712： Mrs. Mo who stayed all night (1/2)

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Mo Shichen stood on the balcony and watched the white Bentley drive out of the manor. He held his mobile phone in his hand, his expression was faint, and he turned and went downstairs until the car completely disappeared into sight.

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At eight thirty in the evening, the study.

The man was sitting in the chair behind the desk, leaning back slightly, the notebook on the table was open, but his gaze was fixed on the mobile phone beside him, and his eyes were down, like a thought.

Suddenly, he moved, glanced over the time on the laptop screen, and then got up, pacing to the window and standing for a while, overlooking the lights and lights in the distance, he stood for about a few minutes before turning back to the desk , Picked up the phone, opened the address book after unlocking it with the fingerprint, and clicked on the word ”Mrs. Remarks”.

The night is quiet and the study is even more, so the beeping sound on the mobile phone waiting to be connected is particularly clear and audible.

For one minute, no one answered.

Mo Shichen's thin lips were ridiculed, and it was no surprise that if she would answer his call obediently, she would not be such a difficult woman.

He didn't continue dialing, leaned on the desk, and sent her a text message, [Are you going home? Would you like me to pick you up? 】

Clicked Send, then sent successfully.

He also knew that she would probably ignore him.

Her will to divorce was more determined than ever before, otherwise he would not know this time that she would force her to rebound, but chose to use such an extreme method because there was no other way.

Although she knew that she would not return, but time passed gradually, he still glanced at the mobile phone from time to time, whether there were any incoming calls or text messages, but none at all.

He put the phone on the desk, got up and went to the wine cabinet to pick up a bottle of red wine. He placed the cup casually next to the phone. When he lowered his head to pour the wine, he pressed the home button again. I don't know why to do it, but when I glanced out of sight, I found a missed call displayed on it.

Of course it wasn't his wife who was usually soft and casual, and harder than the harder one.

It was Li Qianrui.

He retracted his gaze, his face pale and without emotion, let alone carelessness, and continued to pour alcohol. Then he casually drank and drank. After a few sips, the phone vibrated.

He glanced, still the phone.

He picked up the phone, picked it up, and his voice was a little lighter than his face. It was the kind that had no coldness but absolutely no warmth, as if he was talking to an indifferent person. So can't hold the mood down, ”What's the matter?”

Li Qianrui is also good at checking words and listening to her words. After hearing these three words, her nose was sore and whispered, ”If it's okay, I can't find you or call you?”

”Qian Rui,” he said lightly, without accusation, but he was extraordinarily cold and ruthless. ”You need to know yourself.”

The four words of self-knowledge, such as a silent thunder, suddenly exploded on her forehead, and her face on the phone went pale, ”I ... I just want to ask ... your wife Is she ... still angry ... ”

Since that day, although the person who took care of her told her he had taken her to the hospital, she was drowsy at the time, and he never showed up at the hospital afterwards and did not call her.