Chapter 338 Shishi, I Miss You

Gu Mohan's handsome face turned dark instantly, and she actually stabbed him with the tip of a knife!

Such a bold woman!

"Mo'er, I advise you to be careful where you start."

Tang Mo'er's delicate white hand moved, and the sharp knife touched it a little.

Gu Mohan froze because he had already felt the pain.

"Mr. Gu, let's discuss one thing. Let me go. From now on, we will go back to the bridge and go back to the road. If we meet, how about we pretend that we don't know each other? Just because... because you sleep with other men, you can't sleep with other men. Tang Moer, for the sake of...for the sake of the fact that I have conceived a baby for you, please stop pestering me."

"I want to live a good life. A man will not knock me down. I still have a better tomorrow."

When she said these words, her bright clear eyes overflowed with a touch of sadness, as well as a farewell to the past.

Gu Mohan's eyes darkened, "Okay, I can let you go."

"Then thank you, Mr. Gu..."

"However, before I let you go, you must give me another son."

Tang Moer's clean and clear pupils froze, the baby was gone, he said she owed him.

From then on, he pestered her and asked her to give him another baby.

"Ha," Tang Mo'er raised her red lips, "Mr. Gu, you are fucking kidding me. I have to sleep with you first to give birth to a son. You didn't spend a penny to prostitute me. After that, You still want me to give you one for free, why don’t you go to heaven if you are so awesome?”

Gu Mohan stretched out his big knuckled palm to touch her charming little face, and his deep voice overflowed with coaxing, "Mo'er, don't say bad words. I can also spend money to prostitute you. I can make a will now, If I die, leave all my money to you."

Make a will?

Tang Moer raised her delicate eyebrows. She took back the knife, folded it and put it in her bag. Then she jumped off the sink, "Mr. Gu, do you think I'm a three-year-old? If you die, leave your money to me." , but I will definitely die first, and you will die after me, right?"

There was no need to talk, so she opened her thin legs and wanted to leave.

But the man stretched out his strong arms to wrap around her slender waist, hugged her directly into his arms, put his soft thin lips on her face and kissed her, half pushing and half hugging her against the wall, "Mo'er, theoretically speaking, you will definitely die before me, but you can also try hard and let me die on your bed. I am willing to die for you."

"...Mr. Gu, let go!"

At this time, there was a series of footsteps outside the door, someone came to use the bathroom.

"Mr. Gu, there's someone here, let go!" Tang Mo'er pushed him away, pulled out her thin legs and ran out.

She ran away.

…

In the bar.

Rongrong came to Fu Qinglun's side, her beautiful little face looked pitiful, "Brother Qinglun, why are you drinking here? Why didn't you answer my phone when I called you?"

Fu Qinglun's handsome and gentle face was immersed in the dim light, flickering on and off. He had no emotion. His cold eyes didn't even glance at Rongrong. He just raised his eyelids and looked at Lin Shiyu on the dance floor.

Lin Shiyu has already come down.

Fu Qinglun stood up, stretched out his long legs and prepared to walk over.

At this time Rongrong rushed over and threw herself directly into Fu Qinglun's arms, "Oh, Brother Qinglun, I sprained my foot."

Rongrong's hand reached down and grabbed the belt around Fu Qinglun's waist.

At this time, Lin Shiyu came over. She stopped and looked at the two people hugging each other with her clear eyes.

Fu Qinglun also saw Lin Shiyu, and he quickly reached out and pushed Rongrong away.

Lin Shiyu had no expression. She stretched out her green little hands and took the coat on the back of the chair into her slim arms, and then left on her stiletto heels.

Fu Qinglun stretched out his long legs to chase after him.

"Brother Qinglun." Rongrong grabbed Fu Qinglun's sleeve.

Fu Qinglun stopped. He turned to look at Rongrong, his voice was cold and cold, without any warmth, "I'll just say it once, take your hands away."

Rongrong's face turned pale. Because of her identity, Fu Qinglun could only ignore her, but he had not shown her face like this.

Rongrong quickly retracted her hand.

"Everyone has a face. I won't say some things because I think you understand." Fu Qinglun's deep cold eyes fell on Rongrong's face like a blade, and there was a layer of cold frost in his eyebrows, "But look Come on, you have no shame at all."

Fu Qinglun said she was shameless, so shameless.

Rongrong's face turned pale quickly, as if she had been slapped in the face. She looked at the man in front of her. He was wearing an expensive dark blue coat. He was as tall and straight as jade. His facial features were handsome and gentle, as if he had been carefully crafted by a painter. He was sculpted, and he always exuded the aura of a handsome nobleman.

This man had all the power in Yecheng. He was handsome, wealthy, and had an extremely clean private life, with an air of cold asceticism.

No woman would be tempted to look at such a man.

Rongrong had been living in a filthy environment for these years. When she suddenly saw this man that day, she was like a god. She was deeply fascinated by him.

She wanted him.

Fu Qinglun's handsome face was always calm. With one hand in his trouser pocket, he looked at Rongrong with cold and merciless eyes, "The woman I like, Lin Shiyu, is so beautiful that she is famous all over the world. Look at you again. Not to mention that your face and figure are incomparable to hers. You are 27 years old this year. You were touched by that stupid son when you were a teenager. You have no education and no education. Your only skill is to pretend to be pitiful to gain sympathy. You like me, do you think you are qualified?"

Rongrong's pupils kept shrinking and enlarging, his words were really sharp and ruthless.

He actually said that to her!

"Brother Qinglun, everything you have now should be mine, I..."

"Go tell your parents about this. You will definitely get more things from them. In my place, you won't win sympathy by being miserable. Take back your ridiculous love."

After saying that, Fu Qinglun turned around and left.

Rongrong froze on the spot alone. She looked at the man's determined and ruthless back, and pulled the hands hanging by her sides into fists.

…

on the street.

Lin Shiyu did not take the car, but walked back. She was used to enjoying the cold wind in a moment of relaxation.

At this time, she felt someone following her. She looked back and saw a tall and jade-like figure behind her, Fu Qinglun.

Fu Qinglun followed her, two meters away.

She stopped, and he stopped too. At this moment, his deep cold eyes rested on her beautiful little face, showing a touch of warmth and softness.

Lin Shiyu turned around and walked on her own.

At this moment, there was a "ding" sound, and her cell phone rang, and a text message came.

The green little hand took out the mobile phone, it was from Fu Qinglun.

She opened it and saw three simple words---Miss me?

He asked her if she missed him.

It's been two months since their divorce.

She doesn't reply.

Lin Shiyu put her mobile phone in her pocket and walked directly into her community, leaving him with a beautiful back.

Fu Qinglun watched her disappear from his sight. Although she didn't reply to him, he felt a touch of sweetness spreading in his heart.

He stood there and raised his thin crimson lips.

…

Lin Shiyu went upstairs and was about to take the key to open the door, when she saw a cold and handsome figure at the door of her house, it was Fu Jingtong.

"Jingtong, why are you here?"

Fu Jingtong handed her a music score in his hand, "Lion, I suddenly have a good idea and want to share it with you."

Lin Shiyu took the score and said, "Thank you."

Fu Jingtong looked at the precious steel watch on her wrist and said, "It's still early, let's go have a supper together."

Have a late night snack.

Fu Qinglun's instructions rang in Lin Shiyu's ears, and he would not let her have any more contact with Fu Jingtong.

"I'm not hungry. I want to go back and have a rest early."

"Then do you want to invite me in for a cup of tea?"

Lin Shiyu raised the corners of her beautiful lips, "It's getting very late..."

It means not inviting him in.

Fu Jingtong raised her beautiful eyebrows and said, "Lion, we used to write songs together late at night, but now you keep a certain distance from me, is it because... Brother Qinglun?"

Is it because of Fu Qinglun?

Because he didn't like her contact with Fu Jingtong, so she subconsciously kept a distance?

Lin Shiyu didn't think about the answer to this question. She just said, "Jing Tong, let's make an appointment when you have time."

Fu Jingtong looked at the woman in front of her. She always had a cold personality. If she refused, she would not give anyone a chance from the bottom of her heart.

Maybe she didn't even realize that although she and Fu Qinglun were divorced, she had stopped and stood still.

She was waiting for Fu Qinglun to catch up.

"Okay, lion, 88." Fu Jingtong left.

Lin Shiyu took out the key and wanted to open the door. Then she suddenly remembered that she had something to tell Fu Jingtong, so she quickly turned around and went downstairs to find Fu Jingtong.

Fu Jingtong was taking the elevator. He put one hand in his coat pocket and answered the phone with one hand.

Because the entrance to the corridor was very quiet, Lin Shiyu clearly heard the voice on the other end, which was a somewhat familiar female voice, "Master Jingtong, I still can't get close to Brother Qinglun."

Lin Shiyu's steps faltered, and her beautiful pupils dilated instantly. The female voice was... Rongrong.

Rongrong and Fu Jingtong?

Lin Shiyu's heartbeat quickened. She seemed to have discovered some secret. She quietly retracted her feet and quickly went upstairs.

Back in the apartment, she calmed down for a moment, then took out her mobile phone and called, "Hey, Jingtong, I'm a little hungry, let's have a supper together."

…

The next night, hotel room 8601.

Tang Mo'er opened the door to the room. Playboy Song Jin had already taken a shower and came out with a towel around his waist. His eyes widened when he saw Tang Mo'er, "Baby, you're finally here. Come on, let me kiss you." I can't wait."

Today Tang Moer wore a long black down jacket, with her long hair tied in a low ponytail, which made her charming little face look even more delicate and glamorous than usual.

She put the bag in her hand on the bed table and raised her red lips, "Mr. Song, don't be anxious. I'm going to take a shower first."

"Don't wash it, wash it later." Song Jin made a gesture to pounce on him.

But with a "pop" sound, Tang Mo'er had already closed the shower room door and locked it.