After the divorce, he regretted his ex-husband too much

Qiao Ran sent grandma home and returned to the hotel, it was already 11:30 in the evening.

In the past two years, except for work, Qiao Ran didn't like to interact with others.

So when she travels on business, she spends extravagantly opening an independent presidential suite. She is the only one on the entire floor except for the waiter.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw a black figure leaning against the corridor from afar.

Seeing Han Mo, who was tall and tall, with a resolute and handsome face, Qiao Ran's eyes flashed with ice-coldness.

"You fucking dog, you still have the guts to come here!" Qiao Ran walked forward with a few quick steps, raised his hand and waved Han Mo's face.

Han Mo quickly grabbed Qiao Ran's hand, turned her into his arms, took her finger, pressed on the fingerprint lock to unlock it, and quickly pushed the door open.

The whole process takes only a few seconds.

"Except for the face, you can hit anything else you want!" Han Mo said and let go of Qiao Ran's hand.

"You plague dog, you don't deserve face at all!" Qiao Ran said and raised his hand to hit Han Mo in the face.

Han Mo easily held Qiao Ran's hand, Qiao Ran waved his other hand, and was held by Han Mo again.

Han Mo seemed to have a calm expression, but Qiao Ran couldn't break free from his palm.

"The face is the last dignity of a man, in front of you, I want to keep the last bit of dignity.

You endured it for a whole day with a strong face and a smile, you must be very painful in your heart, hit me, except for the face, you hit me as much as you want, vent all the pain in your heart to me! "Han Mo looked at Qiao Ran with pity and tenderness.

Seeing the tenderness and love in the man's eyes, Qiao Ran's heart suddenly shrank. A boundless grievance and heartache hit her, which made her eyes turn red uncontrollably.

But she didn't want Han Mo to see her crying, so she threw herself into Han Mo's arms and bit his shoulder hard.

Isn't it forbidden to slap him in the face? Then she will bite him hard, bite off all his flesh, and see if he dares to provoke her in the future.

It's just that the tip of her nose was filled with the familiar smell of his body, she only felt her heart hurt even more, and uncontrollable tears flowed on his strong shoulders.

Han Mo felt that the flesh on his shoulder was about to be bitten off by her, but thinking of the pain in Qiao Ran's heart, he held Qiao Ran tightly in his arms, as passionately as if he wanted to rub her into his own flesh and blood.

The taste of blood slowly filled his mouth, and Qiao Ran slowly loosened his teeth, only to realize that he was hugged very tightly by Han Mo, and the posture of the two was very ambiguous.

"Let me go!" Qiao Ran growled angrily as he couldn't push Han Mo away after a few pushes.

"I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and I like symmetry in everything. You bite on the left shoulder again!" Han Mo hugged Qiao Ran tightly, resting his forehead on the top of Qiao Ran's head, and said in a low voice.

Everything likes symmetry, so why didn't he let her slap him again when she slapped him at the banquet yesterday?

"Bite you one more bite, I think my mouth is dirty, let go!" Qiao Ran is in a very bad mood now, and she has no time to argue with him.

Hearing the irritability and anger in her tone, Han Mo let go of Qiao Ran, and then unshielded the button in front of Qiao Ran.

He looked down at an oval deep tooth mark on his shoulder, and there were several deeper tooth marks that were still bleeding out, so he couldn't help but click twice.

"When did you change your zodiac to the dog?"

Qiao Ran didn't want to say a word to him, and said in a cold voice, "Get out, I don't want to see your face, let alone talk to you, you leave my room quickly, otherwise, I will make your fake death a real one!"

"Qiao Ran, you can't be resurrected after death. There are no outsiders here. Don't hold back the pain in your heart. Let the pain in your heart vent to your heart's content. This way your body will be more comfortable, otherwise you will suffer internal injuries."

With Han Mo's current ability, it is normal for him to know the truth, but she has been telling herself that everything is false all day long.

As long as she comes back to sleep and come back the next day, she will find that everything is a dream of hers.

But now?

Han Mo reminded her word by word in front of her that grandpa was dead, and what she refused to accept happened for real.

With a pale face, Qiao Ran said in a trembling voice: "Not dead, not dead, my grandfather is not dead!" Then he turned and walked towards the big bed.

As long as she sleeps, her grandfather will come back to life.

Seeing Qiao Ran's trembling footsteps, Han Mo walked over in two or three steps, took Qiao Ran's hand, and pushed it into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed Qiao Ran's lips forcefully, and quickly reached inside her lips, exploring her lips. The sweetness and softness in it.

Qiao Ran didn't expect that he would dare to belittle her at this moment, so inferior to a beast. After a brief brain freeze, he was so angry that he immediately stopped his teeth and bit his tongue.

However, as if he predicted her thoughts, he pulled away in time, and retreated a few meters like a sensitive leopard.

"It's as sweet as I imagined!" Han Mo wiped the corner of his mouth with a wicked smile.

Qiao Ran was so mad that he asked angrily, "What did you say?"

"Then say it again, Qiao Ran, listen carefully, your grandfather is dead, people cannot be resurrected, if you pretend that he is alive, he will also die.

Even if you sleep for 100 years, he will not come back to life. This is a real thing, not you are dreaming, your grandfather is really dead. "

Every word of Han Mo stabbed Qiao Ran into Qiao Ran's heart like a knife.

Qiao Ran only felt that Han Mo had pinched his heart to pieces.

The last time I was so heartbroken was two years ago.

"Bastard, Wen Shimo, you bastard, what nonsense are you talking about? My grandfather is not dead.

He was just injured and needs to stay in the hospital for a few days, he will recover and be discharged in a few days, you bastard curse my grandfather, I will kill you! "

Qiao Ran kicked Han Mo's chest as soon as he spoke.

That kick took her so hard that Han Mo staggered back a few steps.

Looking at Han Mo who was a few meters away, Qiao Ran turned pale.

She thought he was so hateful, so cunning, so cunning, he would definitely avoid it.

However, he did not escape.

"You didn't kick me away with one kick. It seems that you have regressed a lot in the past two years!" Han Mo resisted the pain in his body and smiled mockingly.

"So, do you admit that you are Wen Shimo? You denied it yesterday, but today you admitted that you are the Wenshen who cheated on you so quickly, so that I can send you to the King of Hades sooner?

Since you want to die so much, then I will fulfill you. " Qiao Ran said as he rushed forward a few steps, and punched Han Mo on the head.

Han Mo held his head in both hands, shrunk down on the ground like a turtle, and let Qiao Ran's fists rain down on the back of his head and back.

"Dead man, you god of plague, you clearly know that you are an ominous person, why did you come to someone else's birthday party?"

"If you, the God of Plague, don't come, Lu Mengyao won't be in love with you, won't fight me to win you over, and my grandfather won't be pushed downstairs to death!"

"It's you, it's you, it's all you, it's you who killed my grandfather, you pay for my grandfather's life..."

"..."

Han Mo remained motionless, allowing Qiao Ran to hit him, venting her inner pain.

It's just that he clearly felt that Qiao Ran's punch was lighter than one punch, and finally lay on his back and cried loudly.

"You died well, why did you cheat the corpse?"

"You died well, why do you still appear in my world?"

"You died well, why did you come out to harm others?"

"You died well, why don't you continue to die well?"

"..."

Qiao Ran scolded and accused Han Mo, thinking of the tragic scene of his grandfather's death, Qiao Ran's heart was twisted like a knife, the pain was so painful that even breathing was painful.

The 97-year-old Mr. Lu fell down such a high staircase and hit a vase, and died on the spot.

Qiao Ran calmly said that he was fine, in order to find out the murderer behind the scenes.

She asked the dean to cooperate with what the dean said in front of Lu's family.

Because on the way to the hospital, she saw the driver Lao Zhang's cell phone kept talking.

She knew that Han Mo would help her arrange everything in advance.

In the operating room, the dean brought several backbones of the team, so readily agreed to cooperate with her in acting, which confirmed her guess.

Because just based on her friendship with the dean, the dean would not risk offending Lu Qishan and Xie Ling to lie.

Feeling Qiao Ran's collapse and fragility, Han Mo pulled Qiao Ran who was lying on his back into his arms, hugged her tightly, and passed on his strength to her.

"sorry!"

I'm really sorry that the first time I mustered up the courage to come to you, I let you go through such a painful thing.

Han Mo's apology made Qiao Ran's tears flow harder.

She knew Han Mo was right.

She is shirking responsibility for everything.

Treat the innocent him as a punching bag to vent bad emotions.