He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Mo Beichen opened his cell phone address book and wanted to call Qiao Wangshu to ask her why she didn't go home?

But he hesitated again and again and still didn't fight.

She promised it herself.

Come back at least once a week.

But now he has broken his promise.

What's the point of him calling to question?

What is he in her heart?

She has no heart!

She's a little liar! Little liar!

Mo Beichen felt extremely upset, and somehow he went to a forum and posted a post asking for help: [What should I do if my wife doesn't come home after marriage?]

Many netizens stay up late to surf the Internet.

It’s not too big to watch the bustle.

Not much.

Mo Beichen received many messages and comments.

[You are a fraud, buddy, did you give a sky-high betrothal gift?]

[Sue the court as soon as possible, while we are still married and can get some back]

[I’m definitely not sincere about living with you, is there any need to ask?]

[What a shame! She doesn’t want to live with you anymore, wants to divorce you, but doesn’t want to take responsibility, so she forces you to file for divorce!]

[Did you sleep with him? If you didn’t, you’d lose a lot! There’s one in our village, he gave 388,000 yuan as a gift. He’s been married for a year, but the woman lives in her parents’ home, they haven’t lived together, and now they’re in court]

[......]

Mo Beichen looked at the messages.

Marriage fraud!

I don’t want to live like this anymore!

divorce!

……

The sky is falling!

He didn't have much sense of security in his heart, and he was always worried about gains and losses, fearing that Qiao Wangshu would not want him. The more he read those irrelevant messages, the colder he felt. He was so obsessed with his thoughts that his aura became extremely cold. His eyes were bloodshot, like a demon that was about to fight out of the Nine Nether Hell. There was only one thought left in his mind - catch him! Lock him up! Never think of stepping out of the Mohist school again!

After Qiao Wangshu hung up the phone with Mo Beixiao, he quickly put on his coat and went out.

In the middle of winter.

The coat is very thick.

I was wearing pajamas underneath, so no one could tell.

She originally wanted to drive, but was worried about encountering any emergencies on the road. Suddenly she remembered that she had a car at home that wouldn't get stuck in traffic. After hesitating for half a minute, she finally decided to take the emergency measure.

She rode a heavy motorcycle that she bought at an auction abroad, and she was speeding all the way!

You will never get stuck in traffic when riding a big motorcycle that you don’t even like!

Buzzing...

It’s so fast!

Halfway through the journey, she saw a flower shop with the lights still on and quickly pulled over.

Originally, the flower shop had closed, and the owner had left something behind and came back to get it.

I didn't expect anyone would buy flowers so late.

It was just a coincidence.

Qiao Wangshu bought a bunch of red roses and couldn't wait to pack them. He just wrapped them in floral paper, put them in a bag, hung it on the motorcycle, and drove towards the Mo Family Manor at a high speed...

Time passes minute by minute.

As midnight approaches.

The terrifying evil aura surrounding the Great Demon King was madly piling up.

The cold and severe low pressure formed a huge Shura field.

Depressed and bleak.

Just a spark is enough to burn everything to ashes!

He gave her one last chance.

Twelve o'clock!

If she hasn't come back yet!

He immediately had someone bring her back!

Don't even think about leaving his side!

Eleven fifty.

Eleven fifty-five.

11:58...

Qiao Wangshu finally arrived!

She hurriedly parked the motorcycle in the yard outside the main villa, took off her helmet and hung it on the motorcycle, without even taking out the key. She took out the bunch of gorgeous red roses from the bag, casually tidied her hair and clothes, and walked in.

It’s exactly twelve o’clock midnight!

Qiao Wangshu placed the flowers on the shoe cabinet at the entrance, unzipped his coat, changed his shoes, picked up the flowers and walked into the living room.

Mo Beichen heard the sound of someone coming in.

The rich scent of roses wafts into my nose.

Then, Qiao Wangshu's flattering voice was heard, soft, sweet and sticky: "Hubby, I'm back. Why aren't you asleep yet so late?"

Mo Beichen didn't even turn his head.

He glanced at his watch.

She really came back on time!

What do you think of him here?

What do you think of him?

Mo Beichen remained silent and didn't even look at her.

Qiao Wangshu knew that he must be angry, so he came over with a red rose in his arms, bent down and placed the flower on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Looking at Mo Beichen's face, which was extremely dark and ugly, but so handsome that people would look away, he pretended not to know: "Hey, what's wrong with you? Your face is so long? Who made my husband unhappy? Tell me, I will vent your anger for you, okay?"

Mo Beichen didn't say anything.

Turn your face away from her.

I feel so wronged!

He got home early after work, took a bath, changed clothes, and sat in the living room waiting for her. After not seeing her for seven days, he missed her so much that his bones ached. He just wanted her to see him as soon as she got home. He waited from dawn to dusk, and from dusk to darker...

But she came back on time.

Does she really not want to see him?

If you say seven days, it’s seven days. You won’t come back even a minute earlier!

Or did she simply forget to go home?

The more the devil thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and the sadder he felt.

Just now I was so angry that I wanted to capture the person and lock him up.

Now I am filled with only grievance and sadness.

That expression...

I'm so broken that I want to cry!

Qiao Wangshu pretended to realize why he was angry and sat down next to him: "Are you angry with me? No way, I haven't done anything wrong recently, how could I make you unhappy?"

Mo Beichen still had a cold face and said nothing.

Qiao Wangshu hugged him in a bear hug and rubbed against him a few times: "I haven't seen you for a few days. I missed you so much. Let me hold you for a while."

She was tinged with the chill of winter.

Mixed with the scent of red roses.

Wave after wave rushed towards Mo Beichen.

Call me husband as soon as you enter the door.

Coaxing and hugging.

And still playing dumb and pretending to be ignorant!

Mo Beichen wanted to get angry, but after what she did, he couldn't say a lot of things. It was just that she came back so late, and he felt uncomfortable no matter what he said. He felt wronged and angry, so he didn't want to speak.

My husband is sulking and ignoring everyone.

Qiao Wangshu had no choice but to continue coaxing him. He took out his phone and turned his face over: "Husband, come on, smile, let's take a photo together."

She held the phone in one hand, pinched his chin with the other, and leaned over to kiss him on the side of his cheek.

The big devil in the photo has a long and cold face, but is still extremely handsome.

Qiao Wangshu lowered his head and fiddled with his phone. While setting it up, he said, "I'm going to use this photo as my screen saver so that I can look at it every day, anytime, and whenever I want. I miss you so much after not seeing you for so many days. I even think about you in my dreams."

A screen saver is set.

Qiao Wangshu put down her phone and picked up the big bunch of red roses on the coffee table. Her expression was particularly flattering: "Husband, do you think these roses are beautiful? I heard from the owner of the flower shop that roses represent love. In ancient Greek legend, red roses are the blood of the god of love and represent the only true love. Although I don't know if the legend is true? But I just feel that red roses are most suitable for you. You are my only one, my true love, husband..."