Chapter Forty-Seven: She Doesn't Be a Mistress 1

He Xiyan was seated by the window, leaning her elbows on the window sill, looking at the distant sky with her clear and bright eyes, the setting sun shone red on her pretty little face, but at this moment her face was full of pimples. Can't open the gloomy color. As a pregnant woman, she should be in a good mood, but she was bored.

A pair of big hands wrapped around her waist at some point, and the strong smell of vanilla hit her face. Her heart woke up suddenly, and she looked down and saw the man's hand on her abdomen.

She gritted her teeth, her face was flushed with irritability and nervousness, she reached out and grabbed the man's wrist, trying to pull the man's hand away, but those hands circled tighter.

"Yanyan..." The man's thick and hoarse voice rang in her ears. It made her eardrums buzz.

"Yanyan, come back with me, I will take care of you." Mo Yixuan moved his body closer to the woman in front of him, resting his chin on the top of her head, and clenched his hands tighter, as if this was the last thing he had lost. precious things.

He Xiyan clenched her lips with a smell of blood, and she was still in the embrace she was most familiar with, but this kind of embrace made her tremble.

"We're already divorced." She roared out, raised her foot and stepped on the man's shoes, also wanting him to let go of herself, this kind of embrace no longer belongs to her, and they can't be entangled like this.

"I know." Mo Yixuan sighed softly, the pain from being trampled on the back of his foot, but it was not as good as the pain in his heart. He remembered that as long as he hugged her like this before, she would smile happily, but at this moment his face was actually resisting.

"I know we are divorced, but I will take care of you, you are still my family."

loved ones?

He Xiyan's eyes widened, these two words were like a knife that could cut through her heart at any time. She can't forget that day when he threw the divorce agreement in her face. He used to be her only relative, but he was not the moment they divorced. He is now the husband of another woman. .

The only family she has is her unborn baby.

Thinking of the baby, she frowned again, and a mist of tears formed in her eyes, which slowly condensed into tears. And she didn't dare to make any more resistance movements, she was afraid of hurting her baby.

"Yixuan, please let me go." She turned her head to look at him, her tearful eyes were full of pleading.

Beg him to let her go. Don't bother anymore. She was tired, really tired.

Tears slowly welled up in Mo Yixuan's cold eyes, and he remembered how his Yan Yan cried and begged him like this more than a month ago, begging him not to divorce, not to abandon her. But he forced her to sign the divorce agreement. He thought that the moment she signed must have been very painful and she cried very sadly, but he didn't even dare to look at it, and only turned his back to her.

"Yanyan, come back with me, I will buy you a house with the best environment in Night City for you to live in, I can give you whatever you want, I can accompany you when you are lonely and bored, as long as you Come back with me." Mo Yixuan stretched out his hand to stroke the strands of hair falling from her forehead, the familiar feeling between his fingers made him linger. He doesn't want her to live here alone. He will accompany her through the whole life. This is the oath he once made.

"Go back with you, then what am I?" He Xiyan listened to the man's inexplicable words, and those words sounded extremely absurd to her. His current wife is Xia Yuwei, what does it matter if she goes back? lover?