Chapter 2: You've never been married, why get a divorce?



After Mo Jingchuan put Ling Ruiya down, he heard the loud explosion and his heart skipped a beat.

With a cold face, he told Ling Ruiya, "Du He will be here soon, don't move here."

Is he going back to find Su Yiren?

The woman's eyes flashed coldly, and then tears came to her eyes, sobbing softly: "Sister Yiren is so powerful, she will be fine, Brother Jingchuan, my shoulder blade hurts so much..."

Mo Jingchuan turned his head and looked at the ruins of the warehouse with raging flames, his eyes gradually darkened.

Su Yiren is his best agent guard in the dark web department, and it should not be difficult for her to escape such a small explosion.

But Ling Ruiya was a daughter who was raised to be spoiled since childhood. Not only was she petite and weak, but she also blocked a bullet for him when she was 16, which damaged her shoulder and left her with a chronic illness.

Mo Jingchuan hummed in a low voice and called his secretary, "Tell Ling Ruifeng that the people have been rescued and no criminals were found. They are in the valley, drive over."

"Brother Jingchuan, I feel dizzy, can I lie on your back for a while?"

Without waiting for Mo Jingchuan to refuse, Ling Ruiya had already climbed onto his back with a smug smile on her face, just like when she was a child.

Under the towering ancient pine trees not far away, Su Yiren watched this scene expressionlessly, with a chill in her eyes that chilled people's hearts.

Six years of unrepentant pursuit, five years of daily companionship, Ji Wan, after all, could not match the childhood sweethearts who were well matched.

Other couples would have to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau together even if they were getting divorced.

But what about her and Mo Jingchuan?

They had never been married, so why get a divorce?

Although it was her who received the marriage certificate with Mo Jingchuan, it was her who disguised herself as Ling Ruya.

On the marriage certificate, next to Mo Jingchuan's name, were the three words "Ling Ruya", not her Su Yiren!

She had wanted to return to the Mo family's dark web, leave an explanation to Mo Jingchuan, and then leave.

Now it seems that it is not necessary.

In the warehouse, Mo Jingchuan's choice has put an end to her years of infatuation.

She can go.

She can no longer be Mrs. Mo "Ling Ruya", she wants to be Su Yiren again.

Su Yiren shed tears, two lines of tears ran across her face. She raised her hand and wiped them away. Her cold fingertips tore off the bionic leather mask on her face bit by bit along her chin.

She turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Back at the dark web, Su Yiren packed her luggage neatly.

With a bang, the door was kicked open. Outside the door, the Mo family's secret guards gathered in a circle, waiting to eat melons.

Mo Jingchuan's face was as black as charcoal. He strode up to her and grabbed her wrist. "You didn't even tell me you were back, Su Yiren. You are becoming more and more unruly!"

Su Yiren closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her almond-shaped eyes shot into his eyes with a sharp light.

"What rules? The rules of unconditionally obeying all of President Mo's orders?"

Mo Jingchuan narrowed his narrow eyes and examined Su Yiren.

She tore off the mask, revealing her true appearance, which he could only see when they slept together at night.

This face was not as delicate and sweet as that of a daughter of a noble family. Her facial features were delicate and three-dimensional, with tight lines, small mountain eyebrows, almond eyes, and a heroic appearance that was unforgettable.

Su Yiren's eyes were cold, "That is the rule as a secret guard of the Mo family. Mr. Mo has forgotten that on the day you asked me to replace Ling Ruya and marry you, you tore up the life and death contract between me and the Mo family with your own hands. It was you who said that I only needed to be a good 'Mrs. Mo' and no longer be your secret guard of the Mo family!"

Mo Jingchuan looked into her eyes, and his heart tightened - why was there no light in her eyes?

In the past seven years, every time she looked at him, these almond eyes were as bright as the stars, full of starlight.

Mo Jingchuan gritted his teeth and asked, "Su Yiren, what do you mean?"

Su Yiren shook off his hand and sneered.

"What does it mean that President Mo rescued Ling Ruiya in the warehouse and left me in the sea of ​​fire to listen to the countdown to the explosion?"

Mo Jingchuan frowned and said in a serious and low voice, "You are an agent, and she is just a powerless little woman."

Su Yiren's eyes were sharp, and she raised the corners of her lips and asked aggressively, "President Mo said that because I am strong, I will not be hurt, but she is weak so she needs your care and protection, right?"

Mo Jingchuan looked at her, without saying a word, but that look was the answer.

Su Yiren understood.

She smiled with relief and said sarcastically, "Ling Ruya is back, so I don't have to continue playing the role of Mrs. Mo. For the past five years, I have been your knife and your bed warmer. Whatever you owe me, I have repaid you for the money you redeemed me."

"Mo Jingchuan, I don't owe you anything anymore. You have no right to keep me." She carried her bag, pushed the tall man away, and walked towards the door without looking back.

"Bye, see you again, Mr. Mo."

There was a dead silence all around.

The secret guards who were watching were still shocked by Su Yiren's words.

She is the knife in Mo Jingchuan's hand. Yes, everyone knows that Instructor Su is the most loyal person to Mo Jingchuan in the entire dark web department. No matter how difficult the mission is, as long as Mo Jingchuan gives the order, she will go. She

doesn't care about life or death, as long as she does it cleanly and beautifully.

But she warms Mo Jingchuan's bed???

What happened?

Didn't she say that she was replacing the eldest daughter of the Ling family and that the marriage was fake?! So

the fake became real?!

In this case, she was so in love with Mo that she really left like this?!


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