Divorce contract: President please sign

"You look at me."

After Shen Boyan said this, he looked at the woman on the bed with downcast eyes, but her eyes were still downcast, her long eyelashes were trembling like butterfly wings, and she never raised her eyes.

The man's sharp eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the brows were twisted into a Sichuan character. In the deep and beautiful eyes, there was deep distress.

Seeing that she still did not raise her eyes, he frowned even more, and said in a low voice, "Mo Changan, raise your eyes and look at me."

Chang An's body trembled slightly, his fingers tightened slightly, and he pinched his palms. After trembling his eyelashes a few times, he raised his eyes and looked at him.

Looking into his deep eyes, you can see the deep pity in his eyes.

She pursed her lips tightly, unable to utter a sound, her lips were a little pale, and her face gradually became pale. She just looked at him quietly, her eyes flickered, bringing some shattering broken water light .

It seemed that he lost the ability to speak in such an instant, Mo Changan could only look at this man quietly, not knowing what to say to him.

How should we face him?

She also didn't understand that his grandfather was not his grandfather, but her grandfather.His father, not only his father, also gave birth to a son with her mother.

In the past, she always felt that her mother was innocent, but from the last time Qiao Wei looked at Shen Boyan and called him A Xun affectionately, to today's revelation of the truth.

The image of my mother has been shattered inch by inch in my heart, so shattered that I can't even put it together.

Then, looking at him again, it seemed that there was nothing else he could do except feel guilty. He wanted to make up for him, but no matter how much he wanted to make up and how much guilt he felt, his words seemed to become so thin.

She moved her lips, but did not make any sound, and paused for a while, bit her lips lightly, then let go, and finally spit out the three trembling words lightly.

"sorry."

Hearing what she said, Shen Boyan frowned, put down all the things in his hand on the bedside table, and reached out to hold her shoulder, "Then tell me, what did you do to me?"

Mo Changan pursed her lips tightly, her eyes were already red, she shook her head, "I'm sorry, Boyan, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry for everything you have, I'm sorry for making you suffer, I'm sorry for making you suffer, for letting you live Such 21 years, let you live such a lifetime, I am sorry for you."

She wants to bear everything, including the previous generation, and even the guilt of the previous generation.Hearing what she said, it seemed that she wanted to bear it all by herself, so she could bear it all with her thin and thin shoulders.

Shen Boyan felt like a knife was twisting his heart, looking at her pitiful appearance, he was so distressed that he could hardly breathe.

He grabbed her shoulders tightly and said nothing.

"Sorry……"

Mo Changan's eyes became more and more red, and his voice trembled more and more.

The man didn't say anything, and finally covered his lips, sealing all her words with a kiss.

Grabbing deeply, the tip of her tongue violently opened her teeth, reached out and clasped the back of her head, and kissed deeply.

After the kiss was over, she let go of her lips, and Shen Boyan's lips were only half an inch away from hers. At such a close distance, his breath could brush her face, and his cold and fresh breath just rushed in.

"Mo Chang'an, listen to me clearly, you have nothing to be sorry for me, you don't owe me anything, and I don't need you to pay Qiao's just to get Shen's back for me. You don't owe me anything, the only thing you are sorry for me is that you don't mean what you say, you didn't take good care of yourself and your baby today, you made me very worried."

His voice was magnetic and low, with a little hoarseness, and it sounded like gurgling water, slipping past his ears.

Mo Changan blinked, and finally, tears fell down.

She buried her head in his arms, put her arms around his waist, and cried hoarsely.

She is not a woman who loves to cry, but she shed more tears today than in the previous twenty years.

Shen Boyan's heart was broken when he heard it, and he gently stroked her back with one hand, "Stop crying, be good, be obedient, stop crying, I feel uncomfortable listening to it."

Mo Changan couldn't stop, and cried for a while, before finally ending with sobs.

Shen Boyan looked down at the woman in his arms, "Silly girl, are you hungry? You haven't eaten well all day."

Mo Changan nodded, sniffed, "I can't even eat, I've been worried about you."

Isn't Shen Boyan always worried about her?The two are like this, you worry about me, but I worry about you, and then torture each other.

"I bought something delicious for you. If you're hungry, eat some. Are you still feeling bad? I heard from my aunt that you have heatstroke."

Warm palms touched her hair lightly, and her lips pressed against her forehead, checking her body temperature, the fever had subsided.

Mo Chang'an responded, "It's a bit of heatstroke, it's not serious."

Shen Boyan frowned, "Then what is serious? Is it serious to walk barefoot on the street in Qiuhu at noon and go into shock? Mo Changan, I really want to give you a good spanking!"

There was a bit of stern displeasure in his voice, and Mo Changan felt a little ashamed, and reached out to touch his swollen belly, "Auntie said that little pudding is fine."

This sentence seems to be an excuse, but it is a bit weak.

Sure enough, Shen Boyan stretched out his hand angrily, and poked her forehead with his slender fingers, "Little Pudding is fine if he's fine? I'm more worried about you! You don't answer the phone, check how many calls I have made?"

Mo Changan remained silent, and nestled in his arms obediently, not daring to mention this matter again, so he changed the subject, "I'm hungry."

How could Shen Boyan fail to see that she wanted to change the subject?But it was also helpless, and he stretched out his hand and pulled the small coffee table over, arranged the lunch boxes for her, broke off the sanitary chopsticks, and was about to hand them to her.

I saw her turn her head to look at the bouquet on the bedside table.

Slender fingers stretched out, picked up the bouquet, put it to her nose and sniffed it gently.

"Bought it for me?"

She asked knowingly.

Shen Boyan raised his eyebrows, "No, I bought it for Miss Wang next door."

He said something jokingly, the meaning of ridicule was obvious, Mo Changan didn't care, and just said honestly, "It's so ugly."

"Throw it away."

He said this, but this duplicity woman had already taken the empty flower vase on the bedside table, unwrapped the white roses, and inserted them one by one.

His movements were gentle and serious, as if he hadn't heard what he said.

After inserting the flowers, she clapped her hands, took her chopsticks and prepared to eat, and drank a bowl of thickly boiled chicken porridge.

Looking up, he met Shen Boyan's deep eyes that had been staring at her.

"Don't give up Qiao's for me, it's yours, it's yours."