After rebirth, my wealthy ex-husband pushed me against the wall and kissed me

When he opened his eyes again, Shen Tingnuo's nervousness, fear, and the haze that shrouded his head had almost faded away.

She looked down at the man at her feet expressionlessly. She seemed to be surrendering, but in fact she was just compromising. He took the Shen family's salary but despised her, the eldest daughter of Shen.

He is very good at pretending to obey but actually disobeying!

Shen Tingnuo picked up an unused wooden chopstick from the table and tapped Yan Mo's head from time to time, muttering to himself: Running dog, Fu Xiuyan's running dog.

Yan Mo paused what he was doing, and suddenly raised his head. The cold wooden chopsticks happened to be resting between his handsome eyebrows.

Shen Tingnuo was stunned. She didn't expect Yan Mo to look up. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but the moment the man raised his head, she seemed to see a flash of... tenderness in his eyes.

gentle?

Shen Tingnuo squinted his eyes in surprise, and when he wanted to see more clearly, he met a pair of mocking eyes.

"Did you have a great time, Miss? Is this how your teacher taught you to behave and treat others?" Yan Mo did not move the wooden chopsticks that were pressed against his forehead, and just kept looking up.

Just call her out on her ill-manneredness, why beat around the bush?

Shen Tingnuo resisted the urge to roll his eyes and showed an even brighter and more charming smile, "This is my attitude towards running dogs."

Yan Mo's face darkened and the palm holding the little feet tightened.

Shen Tingnuo felt the pain but didn't show it. Instead, she continued to say infuriatingly, "I'm so pretty. People who are willing to wipe my feet can line up from the hospital to the Shen family. It's a bargain for you to let someone like you who was only fit to be a eunuch in ancient times wipe my feet."

As she said the last sentence, she glanced at the man's crotch in an extremely insulting manner.

Yan Mo's face froze, the corners of his mouth and eyebrows twitched, and he was obviously on the verge of exploding with anger.

Shen Tingnuo seemed not to notice his anger that was about to explode, and then said something even more infuriating.

"Damn it. I asked you to wipe my feet, and that's just what you wanted. You must be very happy, Xiao Mozi."

Yan Mo took a deep breath and exhaled, and when he opened his mouth to say something, Shen Tingnuo rubbed his forehead, waved his hands weakly, and opened his mouth to chase him away.

"I'm tired. Xiao Mozi, please leave first. Don't disturb me while I'm recovering from my injuries."

Seeing this, Yan Mo was in a state of disbelief. He felt as if a rage was stuck in his chest that could neither go up nor down.

Looking at Shen Tingnuo's sickly little face, Yan Mo said nothing in the end, but the door made a loud noise when he went out.

As soon as the person left, Shen Tingnuo changed from her weak appearance and sat on the chair with her legs spread out, laughing happily. Because she laughed too hard, the injury on her neck was affected and she gasped in pain, but it did not affect her mood at all.

When she thought of Yan Mo's frustrated face before he left the room, she felt comfortable all over.

This is unbearable, and now is just the beginning.

Just wait, Xiao Mozi!

After leaving the ward, Yan Mo did not leave, but punched the pale wall hard. His face was gloomy, which scared Wang Lingling who came over.

"Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan Mo, what's wrong with you?" she asked with concern.

Yan Mo turned his head, his eyes were cold enough to kill people. Wang Lingling swallowed her saliva, opened the door of the ward carefully, and said weakly: "I will record Miss Shen's physical condition today."

After saying that, she immediately slipped into the ward.

Yan Mo glanced sideways, and through the moment of opening and closing the door, he saw Shen Tingnuo still sitting on the chair, twisting a wooden chopstick with her white fingertips. She didn't know what she was thinking about, but she smiled, and her bright and generous face became even more beautiful and more aggressive.

After clenching his bleeding fist, Yan Mo turned and left.

In the ward.

Wang Lingling asked with lingering fear: "Ms. Shen, did you have a quarrel with Mr. Yan Mo?"

"Why do you have this question?" Shen Tingnuo tilted his head, looking puzzled.

Wang Lingling patted her chest and said, "Mr. Yan Mo just punched the wall and looked very angry. I thought you two were having a fight."

Punch the wall with your fist?

Shen Tingnuo was surprised. It seemed that Xiao Mozi was even angrier than she had imagined.

The angrier Xiao Mozi got, the happier she was.

Facing Wang Lingling's curious gaze, Shen Tingnuo suppressed the smile on his face and said casually, "Stay away from him in the future. He is a little mentally ill. It is his hobby to punch the wall. It's okay now. In the past, he would directly hit the toilet with his head. He broke several toilets in my house."

"Oh my God!" Wang Lingling's eyes widened in shock. "Mr. Yan Mo is a handsome man, but he actually has such an outrageous love and hobby!"

Is this a hobby?

This seems like a mental illness. What normal person would smash the toilet with his head and break it?

Shen Tingnuo had no burden at all when speaking ill of others. "You came so early, have you had breakfast?"

Wang Lingling was still immersed in the topic that Yan Mo might be a psychopath, and shook her head subconsciously, "I got up late today and didn't have time to eat."

"If you don't mind, please eat something." Shen Tingnuo pointed at the breakfast that had basically remained untouched except for the white porridge.

Wang Lingling was then attracted by the food on the table, including steamed shrimp dumplings, seafood rice rolls, small buns and other exquisitely made breakfasts. There were at least eleven kinds of food. The simplest one was probably white porridge, but the aroma of the porridge was several degrees more fragrant than any rice she had ever smelled.

The rice used to cook the porridge must not be ordinary white rice, otherwise it would not be so fragrant.

Wang Lingling drooled and looked at Shen Tingnuo, "Miss Shen, aren't you going to eat anymore?"

There was a table full of breakfast, but it looked like it had never been eaten. This meal might be worth two months' salary for her.

The luxury of the rich is insane!

Shen Tingnuo touched the gauze on his neck: "My wound hurts, I can't eat."

It was true that the wound hurt, and it was also true that she wanted to eat, but thinking of the doctor's advice given by Yan Mo, she resisted the urge to eat.

When she is fully recovered, she will have a big meal.

Yan Mo's lackey is so mean. He knew she couldn't eat them, but he still made a bunch of them on purpose to tempt her.

"Then, then I won't be polite." Wang Lingling smiled reservedly, but her hand reached out for the delicate and transparent shrimp dumplings. She ate one by one. The shrimp meat was tender and juicy, and her mouth was full of the sweetness of seafood. It was so delicious that she squinted her eyes and sighed.

Sure enough, rich people’s breakfast is different.

Seeing Wang Lingling eating so happily, Shen Tingnuo became even more greedy.

She hadn't had a full meal for a long time in her previous life. In her new life, she had to eat less due to health reasons, which made her very greedy.

"Ms. Shen, are you sure you don't want to eat a little more?" Wang Lingling stuffed her mouth with the chestnut cake that was sweet but not greasy, and had no residue at all.

Shen Tingnuo stared at Wang Lingling's bulging cheeks and it took a lot of effort for him to refuse.

"No, take it all out and eat it instead of making me hungry."

Wang Lingling was amused, and seemed touched by the lovely personality of this young lady.

Finally, Shen Tingnuo watched Wang Lingling "carry" the breakfast on the table out bit by bit and share it with her colleagues.

She still had to eat light meals and small amounts of food for a long time. With the mean Yan Mo around, she had to get used to the days of drooling but unable to eat.