Hidden ex-husband, you are not worthy

I don't know how long it took before Song Hanqing slowly raised his thin lips and said, "You haven't answered my question yet."

Hua Mo raised his chin and giggled, "I'm carrying your child."

Hearing this, Song Hanqing's pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body exuded an aura of indifference. He stared at Hua Mo, who was cold and lifeless deep in Hua Mo's pupils.

Song Hanqing frowned, with a cold light, "Hua Mo, I told you last time, I've never touched you, how did your child come from? Could it be that you did it quietly by yourself ?”

Hua Mo frowned, looked at Song Hanqing and smiled again, "Look, you don't believe me if I tell you the truth."

He had completely forgotten what happened that night, what else could she do!

No matter what she said, he would not believe her.

Song Hanqing stared slowly, feeling a little irritable, and loosened the tie around his neck, and a cold air spread around him, "Hua Mo, you are simply crazy."

"Just think I'm crazy." Hua Mo continued to grin.

The lights in the room were dim, and Hua Mo's smile was bright and her eyebrows were charming, just like a poppy flower in full bloom, dazzling and eye-catching.

Song Hanqing clenched his teeth, opened his mouth and was about to speak again.

The phone in his pocket suddenly beeped.

Song Hanqing's eyebrows twitched twice, and then he reached out and took out the phone from his pocket to take a look. Seeing that it was Qin Yu's call, his brows suddenly knit together.

He glanced at Hua Mo lightly before sliding down the answer button.

"Well, I'll be right back."

Song Hanqing's voice was very weak, but he could still hear his concern.

Hua Mo watched, feeling ironic.

It turned out that Song Hanqing's image in her heart had always been very tall.

She felt that Song Hanqing was upright and kind, like a god.

As a child, that's what she thought.

But now.

She suddenly felt a little ironic.

Hua Mo raised his lips slightly, and couldn't help making a joke, "Don't you think you're disgusting?"

"I'm entangled with me right now! You're coaxing and cheating over there again, Song Hanqing, isn't it nice to be on two boats?"

"But I really think you are disgusting. Fortunately, we are divorced. In this life, I don't want to have anything to do with you again."

"Really?" Song Hanqing turned his eyes lightly, with a smile on his lips, "Can you really forget me? Don't forget, you begged to marry me back then."

"I'm sick, how noble are you."

Hua Mo bit her lower lip tightly, the piercing pain flowed from the top of her head to her limbs.

Song Hanqing put away his phone, staring at Hua Mo.

After a long time, he turned around and walked towards the door.

"Even if you divorced me, you used to belong to me, Song Hanqing. Please settle down for me. Don't think about attracting others all day long. Be careful of getting angry."

When he was almost at the door, Song Hanqing suddenly warned with cold eyes.

Then he walked out.

Seeing his slender back disappearing at the door, Hua Mo almost couldn't wait to stride forward and close the door.

He exhaled secretly, feeling his nerves tense together.

We must leave the closed city as soon as possible.

Being harassed by Song Hanqing again, she must go crazy.

That night, Hua Mo didn't sleep well again.

In a daze, half dream and half awake, he slowly opened his eyes again.

Her eyelashes moved, and she sat up with a soft breath.

Then he saw that his mobile phone on the bedside kept flashing.

She frowned, reached out and took the phone over to take a look. It was indeed someone who sent her a message.

But the person who sent the message was Song Aotian.
Hua Mo couldn't help but frowned again.

Song Aotian sent her a message, it must be because of their divorce.

Hua Mo held the phone silently for about 2 minutes, then picked up the phone and replied to Song Aotian: If you have time, uncle, what time do you want to make an appointment?
Song Aotian quickly replied to her: "Any time is fine."

"Can you do Tai Chi? I go to Yanghu Park every morning to do Tai Chi. If you're free, you can come and have a look."

Do Tai Chi?
Song Aotian is really good at "playing Tai Chi".

Hua Mo lowered his eyelashes, shrank his body and got up, went downstairs to make some breakfast for himself, then went upstairs and changed into sportswear, and then took a taxi to Yanghu Park.

Yanghu Park is a small park in Fengcheng. The reason why the park is famous is that it is located in the heart of Fengcheng, with every inch of gold and every inch of land. Moreover, the greening rate of this park is as high as 80.00%. It is a veritable "oxygen bar" .

Yunshui Bay, where Hua Mo lives, is not far from Yanghu Park, about ten minutes by car.

After arriving at Yanghu Park, Hua Mo directly took a photo and sent it to Song Aotian.

Song Aotian also returned a photo of her.

Hua Mo followed the photos and found Song Aotian who was practicing Tai Chi.

Although Song Aotian is over half a hundred years old, he really doesn't know his age, he is very energetic. If he didn't know it, he would think that he and Song Hanqing are brothers.

It's just that compared to Song Hanqing, Song Aotian is obviously much calmer, he doesn't show his emotions or anger, and no one knows what he wants to do.

Hua Mo's complexion was tense, and he walked towards him slowly, smiling slightly, "Uncle, this Tai Chi practice looks like a professional, did you learn it?"

"Hahaha." Song Aotian withdrew his hands after practicing the last few movements, wiped the sweat stains with a towel hanging around his neck, and smiled at Huamo, "It's the first time I've heard you praise someone, I didn't expect you to be so arrogant. The little girl can actually say such compliments."

"Really divorced?" Song Aotian's hawk-like eyes lightly turned and landed on Hua Mo.

Hua Mo was stunned by Song Aotian's question, and after a while, he raised his lips and said, "Otherwise?"

Song Aotian grinned, "You! In fact, Han Qing is a pretty good kid. Although he's a bit cold-tempered, he's a good kid."

Hua Mo held his breath lightly, "If I remember correctly, Uncle, you haven't seen Song Hanqing for many years."

When Hua Mo said this, Song Aotian was also stunned.

His eyes moved unnaturally, he pointed at Hua Mo and shook his head with a smile, "It seems that you still have feelings for Han Qing, otherwise, you wouldn't defend him like this."

Hua Mo bit her lip lightly, her eyebrows wrinkled into creases.

She defends Song Hanqing?How can it be?

"I'm just telling the truth." Hua Mo's voice was flat.

Song Aotian narrowed his eyes into a line, "You! You still don't admit that you defend Han Qing."

"But to be honest, from the first time I saw you, I felt that you looked familiar, as if I had seen you somewhere before."

Hua Mo straightened his back and smiled slightly, "There are too many similar people in this world, maybe there really is someone who looks like me."

Song Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Smart teeth."

"You are such a good girl, it is really his loss for Han Qing to miss you."