Divorce contract: President please sign

"Mr. Mo, this is the best club in Licheng. It's high-grade. There's nothing messy about it. Every technician's massage technique is very good. You can enjoy it!"

The speaker had a flattering face, and his tone was unabashedly enthusiastic and flattering.

This kind of tone and voice that made people panic, coming from a bald middle-aged man, made Mo Changan feel a little uncomfortable.

She was already ready to go to bed, but her legs were swollen and uncomfortable, and she didn't know if it was because of the change of place, it was not so easy to fall asleep at all, and she tossed and turned on the bed, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Sitting on the bed, I stretched out my hand to poke my leg boredly, watching my leg sink into a pit due to severe edema, and couldn't bounce up for a long time.

Then someone knocked on the door, and it was this bald middle-aged man who opened the door. He was also the person in charge of the Licheng branch. For some reason, Mo Changan didn't know if it was his own troubles or everyone was born with appearanceism.

So she has never had a good impression of this kind of person with a slick face and a fat brain, not to mention that she was already a little upset when the project of the Licheng branch was done like this, and she was even more upset when she saw the person in charge.

He said to go for a massage.

massage?

It sounds good, but my legs are really uncomfortable.

So Mo Changan agreed, and was then brought to this clubhouse.It is indeed very high-end, whether it is decoration or service, all aspects are very good.

In a city like Licheng, this level is indeed top-notch.

"Mr. Mo, come here, drink tea, drink tea, the best tribute chrysanthemum specially brewed by someone, you try."

The bald man just walked away, and she just felt quiet for a moment, when the tired and panicked voice appeared again, accompanied by a bald head that was dazzling under the light, and a cup of steaming scented tea.

The scent of chrysanthemums was entangled in the air by the hot air. Mo Changan took the tea cup and nodded, blew on the hot air and took a sip, then put it on the small coffee table next to the sofa, and took the price tag next to it.

On it are the names and prices of various massage services.

Not cheap.The price of any single massage service is close to four figures.

Not to mention these teas, a cup can easily cost three digits.Looking at this man's full-bodied appearance, I always feel that he should have been to these places a lot, and it seems that there is a lot of oil and water.

The bald man didn't know that he was being missed by his immediate boss, but he just showed his courtesy.

Mo Changan was quite calm, and An An enjoyed it with peace of mind. The massage was indeed very comfortable. It would have been even better if there hadn't been this bald man whispering beside him all the time.

Later, she simply pretended to be asleep, and let the technician massage her calves wonderfully, which was very comfortable.

After a while, I really fell asleep. I only vaguely heard the sound of someone talking next to me, but I couldn't hear anything after a while, and fell into a deep sleep.

Halfway through sleeping, I felt itchy soles of my feet. The technician seemed to have changed his technique, and the force was much lighter.

It made the soles of her feet itchy, and even she couldn't help curling her toes up to avoid the tingling sensation brought about by the touching even when she was still in a daze of sleep.

The surroundings were completely quiet. If it weren't for the itching of the soles of the feet, Mo Changan felt that he might be able to just sleep like this until tomorrow morning.

Just wanting to retract the foot doesn't work, the ankle is directly held by the technician.

Mo Changan became a little irritable, without opening his eyes, he muttered in a daze, "Don't scratch!"

The other party seemed to have not heard this, the ankle was still being held, and the fingers were still pressing gently on the soles of the feet. This kind of insufficient pressure was like scratching an itch, which was extremely itchy.

Mo Changan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and opened his eyes, "I told you not to scratch..."

It's just that as soon as the words came out, her eyes had already touched the 'technician', she froze all of a sudden, her voice and expression just stopped there.

She blinked.

Joyful emotions gradually opened in her eyes, and a smile hung on the corner of her lips, "Why are you here?"

"How can I believe what you said, what kind of woman will take good care of my daughter, but she ran here to sleep, and she looks like she is being kneaded by others. I don't know if the technician has changed. Don't worry? Naturally, I rushed over overnight, if I don't come, are you planning to sleep here until dawn?"

When Shen Boyan said this, there was a gentle smile on his face, as if nothing happened tonight, he didn't know any so-called truth, he was just an ordinary man who worried about his wife.

Mo Changan smiled slightly, and felt relieved looking at his face, and the previous sleepiness was swept away.

She was happy, even though she felt distressed when she saw the faint unconcealable exhaustion on his brows because of the late-night drive, she was still happy that he could come, which always made her feel at ease and happy beyond measure.

Just like every woman who falls in love, she hopes to see her lover's face all the time.

"Aren't you tired? You've come all this way." Mo Changan asked, and sat up, moved his buttocks, and sat closer to him.

Shen Boyan nodded and stretched out his hand, "Well, I'm very tired, come here and let me hug you."

After speaking, he took her into his arms and pressed her head against his chest.

Mo Chang'an listened to his heartbeat, but did not make a sound. In fact, if she was careful enough, she could have noticed when he reached out his hand just now, and felt the shallow wounds oozing blood on his palm.

Those were the scratches caused by his nails deeply embedded in the palm, and there were shallow bloodshots. It is not difficult to imagine how hard he clenched his fist at that time, how hard he clenched his fist as if he wanted to break his fingers , have such scars.

At this moment, in their small home, inside the shredder in the study, lying quietly were the two paternity test documents that had been twisted into fine shreds.

How much Shen Boyan struggled, how shocked he was when he saw those two documents...

Even the only way to temporarily stabilize his emotions is by clenching his fists like that, which is almost masochistic.

What should be done?he does not know.

As Bai Ye said to Warren before, when people face unacceptable things, the first thing that comes to mind is not the truth or falsehood of the matter, but what to do about it.

And judging from the foreshadowing of what Bai Ye said before, it is difficult for Shen Boyan to think that this document is fake.

He also thought of what Bai Ye said before he left. He said that Little Pudding's previous inspection data was not very good...

Thinking about it now, could it be...is it related to this?

It's just... It's like an eight o'clock show, but it's hard for him to doubt it, so he has to believe it.

Even if Qiao Wei can have Bai Luo with Shen Xun, then Chang'an...

He didn't know what to do, he only knew that he wanted to see her very much.

And no matter what it was, no matter how terrible the truth was or how cruel it was, he didn't want Mo Changan to know it.

Whether she is strong enough to bear it or not, he doesn't want her to bear it, he has to protect her.

Shen Boyan's idea is very simple, he is a husband and must protect her.

And besides that, those two documents with huge impact...

He wants to escape.

Pretend you don't know, maybe it's fine.