Chapter 172 Emotional Trash Can
Ruan Sirou did not give in and spoke out what was in her heart.
"Brother Ayan, please, give me an answer."
The man didn't even turn around. He just said a faint apology and went upstairs.
Suddenly, Ruan Sirou seemed to have lost all her strength and leaned on the sofa, crying weakly.
Brother Ayan didn't choose her in the end, and he wasn't even willing to give her the thought.
The ruthless rejection was like a sharp knife, stabbing her heart.
After crying for a long time, she raised her hand to wipe away her tears, with a vicious light in her eyes.
"Brother Ayan, you forced me to do this."
Mo Chenyan rejected Ruan Sirou, thinking it would be difficult to say it out loud. But after he said it out loud for the first time, it didn't seem that difficult.
He advised him countless times in his heart to treat Rourou well.
Looking at her face and thinking about their experiences together, he found that he couldn't do it.
Even if it is possible, it would be a false pretense.
You can pretend for a while, but you can't pretend forever.
In the steamy bathroom, he leaned against the wall with one hand, facing the shower head, and combed all his hair back with the other hand.
The water drops fell on his handsome face, adding to his temptation.
His protruding Adam's apple rolled as he raised his hand to turn off the shower.
Picking up a white handkerchief and wiping his wet hair, Mo Chenyan walked out naked.
There are many ways to thank people, but he chose a way he didn't like.
Maybe I was really possessed by the devil at that time.
His eyes were deep as he called Du Ruobai up.
When I opened the door, I wrapped a bath towel around my waist.
"Come to me for relationship advice? One thousand dollars an hour."
Du Ruobai walked in with a smile, her eyes circled around the man's slender waist, and she sat down on the stool.
Mo Chenyan leaned against the window and lit a cigarette, "Tell me, should I not bring Rourou back?"
Before the car accident, he also wanted to keep the person by his side to cultivate feelings.
So when Rourou just returned to China, he took her over to avoid any more accidents.
Du Ruobai raised his eyebrows, "Brother, I thought you had deep feelings for her after bringing her back! So, what are you feeling now - regret?"
Hey, Mo Chenyan, who always makes decisions decisively, actually regrets it?
The taste of nicotine spread in his mouth, and Mo Chenyan exhaled a puff of smoke, "No."
Du Ruobai curled his lips, being frugal with words.
"I heard you guys arguing downstairs just now. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, you were just too loud.
I think Miss Ruan has some feelings for you. What are you thinking when you reject her?"
Because they were chatting, there was a hint of intimacy in his tone.
Mo Chenyan lowered his eyes, "I promised her before that I would marry her in the future. This is a promise."
He has always wanted to fulfill his promise, and his original intention has never changed.
But now…
Scenes of his time with Yun Lanyue flashed before his eyes. He took a deep puff of cigarette to suppress his wandering thoughts.
Du Ruobai touched his chin, "So that's how it is. Your relationship wasn't cultivated properly, so you've fallen in love with someone else?"
An unnatural look flashed across the man's face, and he was about to retort, but changed his tone.
"Just take it as it is."
He also needs to take some time to think about who he really wants to choose in his heart.
Du Ruobai laughed jokingly: "This is your emotional problem. I'm an outsider and can't give any good advice. You are the head of the Mo family. Just take whoever you like."
He made faces and looked like he was watching a show.
It's the same as not saying anything.
Mo Chenyan put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and said, "You can leave now."
"Throw it away after use, Mo Chenyan, are you so heartless?"
The man gave him a cold look. Du Ruobai made a gesture to shut up and retreated quickly.
Alas, as the Mo family's housekeeper, I not only have to take care of the entire villa, but also serve as the boss's emotional trash can when necessary.
Don’t ask, because if you ask, you will just shed tears of bitterness.
In the room, Mo Chenyan sat on the bed, took out the divorce certificate from the bedside drawer, and rubbed it with his fingers.
When he just woke up and learned that he was going to marry Yun Lanyue, his first reaction was to refuse.
The two old people forced him not to file for divorce.
Later, seeing that she was obedient and well-behaved, he slowly let down his guard.
Later, the two spent the night together.
From then on, he, who had broken his vow, became addicted to the taste of life and was a little uncomfortable leaving Yun Lanyue.
Of course, he could tell whether his obsession with Yun Lanyue was physical or psychological.
I put the divorce certificate back into the drawer, and my trembling heart slowly returned to normal.
On the other side, after Yun Lanyue vented her anger, she finally let out the anger in her heart.
She didn't do nothing. She hacked into the devices of people who had scolded her online and dropped a small virus.
There's no harm, just the device will continuously play a magical audio at full volume.
She would inject viruses into any troll she liked.
She put the computer aside and exhaled.
Yun Yuan was coaxed to sleep by her, and there were only two of them in the living room.
Song Zhao took the computer and browsed her operation records, a helpless look flashed across her face.
"Sister, I have the information on the driver you asked me to check. Here, I also found a few call recordings."
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