Divorce contract: President please sign

The lights of the hospital are bright and cold.

The "operating" light on the operating door went out, and Zhu Danyang walked out of the door wearing a light green surgical gown.

"Danyang, how is my mother?" There was some anxiety in the light tone, and the brows of the speaker were tightly frowned.

Zhu Danyang pulled off the mask on her face, and her clear face was exposed in the air. She looked at Mo Changan, "Don't worry, I've been rescued, but I'm still a little weak now."

Hearing this, Mo Changan breathed a sigh of relief, and smoothed out the somewhat messy hair around his cheeks with his slender fingers.

"Thank you."

There was already indescribable exhaustion in the light tone.

"Chang'an, what are you going to do now?" Zhu Danyang was a little worried about her situation, and things happened one after another. Even though he knew that his old friend was always strong and decisive, no one should worry about it, but no matter how strong a woman is, she is just a woman.

"Soldiers come to cover the water and soil. It's mine. No one can take it away." Mo Changan pursed his lips lightly, and the previous fatigue and anxiety in his eyes have faded, and they have returned to their usual coldness, "Danyang, My mother will trouble you, I still have things to do."

Hearing her faint words, Zhu Danyang's eyebrows jumped, "What are you going to do?"

"Clean up those who need to be cleaned up, and I will marry Shen Boyan. Soon." Mo Changan's lips curled up into a faint smile, and he looked at his friend, "At that time, I want you to be my bridesmaids. "

"Mo Changan, are you crazy?" Zhu Danyang stared at her with wide eyes in disbelief, "You know that Shen Boyan..."

"He doesn't love me. I know that."

He does not love me.This originally sounded like a painful word, but it was so calm in her mouth, and the indifference in her eyes seemed that no amount of pain could hurt her in the slightest.

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In the luxuriously decorated European-style villa, the atmosphere is awe-inspiring.

The three people sitting on the court-style sofa all had unhappy expressions, and their eyes all fell on the face of the young woman on the rattan chair beside her.

"My attitude is very clear, it's impossible. If you stay here any longer, I can only call the police." The calm and cold voice carried a force that people had to face up to, but the content of the words made the sofa A middle-aged and beautiful woman sitting on the table became dissatisfied.

This woman's name is Zhou Yichun, and she obviously has a relationship with her father who is constantly cutting and messing up, and right now she is thinking of entering the house and occupying the magpie's nest.

"You can't do it if you say no? The adults haven't spoken yet, who are you?" Zhou Yichun glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, "Old Mo, you should say something."

Mo Jiangyuan frowned slightly, and turned to look at his daughter on the wicker chair. When he met Mo Changan's condensed eyes, he felt a little guilty for no reason, "An'an..."

As soon as he called out his daughter's name, Mo Chang'an's gaze had already turned to Zhou Yichun, who was taking the lead, "Who am I? After all, my mother gave birth to me, and I'm the eldest."

Although the tone was indifferent, the sarcasm was obvious. Mo Changan glanced at the illegitimate daughter sitting next to Zhou Yichun. Not to mention, she looked a bit like his father. From this point of view, he was only a few years old. When he was old, his father had already been confused with Zhou Yichun.

It took more than ten years to enter the house. From this point of view, it is really a bit of humiliation.

After Mo Changan came out of the hospital, he drove all the way home. It was fine for the mistress to enter the house, and even brought a cheap daughter. One can imagine how boring the scene was. He frowned slightly, thinking it was a waste of time.

"You!" Zhou Yichun became even angrier, glaring at Mo Changan but only saw the sarcasm in her eyes and the chilling smile on her lips, "Chang'an, Jing'an is your sister no matter what, even if you Dissatisfaction with my stepmother is good, you are related to Jing An by blood!"

Mo Jing'an looked at the bulging veins on her mother's tightly clenched fist, and suddenly became a little angry, glaring at Mo Chang'an's beautiful face, "Mo Chang'an! Why do you treat my mother like this? !"

"Because that's your mother, not my mother." Mo Changan casually glanced at his slender fingers with downcast eyes. From the beginning to the end, his tone could not be more light. Except for the slight change in his eyes, her pretty little The expression on his face didn't move, and finally his tone suddenly became cold at this moment.

"Ms. Zhou Yichun, you seem to have made a mistake. I'm afraid I will disappoint you. My mother is not dead yet. You can't wear the title of stepmother. Take your cheap daughter and go back wherever you came from. My mother only has one daughter, and I don't have any real sisters."

Mo Changan's words surprised Zhou Yichun, and he even blurted out uncontrollably, "What!? She's not dead?!"

Zhou Yichun immediately realized how vicious the words were, shut his mouth quickly, and looked at Mo Jiangyuan calmly, and saw Mo Jiangyuan's eyes with no clear meaning.

Mo Changan smiled lightly, mocking to the extreme, "Are you disappointed?"

These words seemed to be addressed to Zhou Yichun, but Mo Changan's eyes fell directly on Mo Jiangyuan's face, and Mo Jiangyuan coughed lightly, "An'an, Jing'an is your sister after all, even if it is your father She was not at fault for the mistakes she made back then."

Mo Jiangyuan's voice was a little persuasive, and that kind of coaxing tone made Mo Chang'an couldn't help laughing.

"Whether she made a mistake or not has nothing to do with me? Why should I take responsibility for the mistakes you made?" She actually smiled softly twice, "You seem to see me too kindly, and you forgot What kind of person am I?"

Mo Jiangyuan's expression froze, what kind of person is she?

Mo Changan, the only granddaughter of Qiao Yuheng, the founder of Qiao Group, is currently the president of Qiao Group. She is a strong woman in the business world, with a decisive way of doing things and a keen eye for business. She has never been... an ignorant woman who can be coaxed.

Mo Changan seemed to be very bored, he stood up from the rattan chair, glanced at the mother and daughter on the sofa, "I'll give you a day, take the luggage you brought, and leave my house, otherwise I'll leave the house." It will be very hard for you to face it."

Her tone was seven parts threatening and three parts dangerous, and her eyes fell on the faces of Zhou Yichun and Mo Jing'an, with a smile on her face.

Mo Jing'an looked at the ambiguous smile on Chang'an's lips, and the threatening tone, she finally stood up unbearably, "Mo Chang'an! What's so great about you! Aren't you going to get married? Married out The daughter is the water that was thrown out, oh... I forgot, Shen Boyan, the young master of the Shen family, clearly stated that he would not marry you, you really have a face, and now the whole world knows how embarrassing you, Mo Changan, are."

Zhou Yichun couldn't help being startled by these words that turned into anger. He reached out and grabbed his daughter. Mo Changan's methods and style are not news, and it is definitely not a good thing to annoy her.She knew very well that her daughter would definitely not be Mo Changan's opponent.

What made Zhou Yichun even more nervous was that she had already seen the widened smile on Mo Changan's lips, and the applause from her lightly clapping hands.