Wen Ran stared at Mo Xiuchen in a daze.

She didn't believe it, but he actually said that he would accept it no matter what the result was.

She lowered her eyes, her eyes stayed on his burned hand. Although it did not blister, the slightly red and swollen skin still stinged her eyes.

She is the one who wants to divorce. Now, he told her that she is reluctant to leave again. Wen Ran himself can't stand this conflict and struggle mentality.

After being silent for a long time, she spoke, word by word, and tried her best: "Xiuchen, let's get divorced."

Mo Xiuchen's tall body shook slightly, and a crack appeared on his handsome handsome facial features, which seemed to be calm, and his heart seemed to be stabbed into an invisible knife. In an instant, blood flowed into the pillar.

"good!"

Lightly open the thin lips, the word "good" overflows!

Wen Ran pursed his lips tightly, tried his best to suppress the craze in his heart, and said softly: "Come Luo Haofeng and Qin Mu back, you can't be busy alone."

"good!"

Mo Xiuchen looked at her with calm and calm eyes, and all his emotions were pressing on the deepest part of his heart.

"From the future, be kind to yourself and remember to eat three meals a day."

"good!"

"If you meet a suitable woman, you can try to get along with..."

"good!"

No matter what Wen Ran said, Mo Xiuchen answered "Okay", as if he had lost other language skills except for this word.

"Then, I'm leaving!"

Wen Ran could no longer say it. Before Mo Xiuchen said the last word "good" was expressed, he ran out of his office.

Mo Xiuchen's tall figure stood there, as if he was fixed, and he didn't move at all, not even his head turned back. There was no clear face in his sight, and only air was left.

His heart was also empty in an instant!

The previous second, his handsome face, who was still calm, faded away all colors - as pale as paper as the sound of the door closed.

Wen Ran ran out of the office, into the elevator, went downstairs, and ran out of the company building. On the side of the road, Qingyang and Qingfeng saw her coming out, and they looked worried on their faces, and quickly opened the car door.

Without saying a word, she got into the car, said 'Go home' and buried her face between her legs, biting her lips tightly, allowing tears to flow freely.

Qingyang and Qingfeng looked at each other, then looked at the direction of the company's door. Mo Xiuchen was not chasing him out. Qingyang pursed his lips and signaled Qingfeng to get on the car.

Along the way, the talkative Qingfeng calmed down.

Qing Yang drove intently, looking at Wen Ran in the back row from time to time from the rearview mirror. He always maintained the same position and could not hear the crying...

Qingfeng frowned worriedly, took out his cell phone and sent a message to Gu Kai.

**

In the top office of MS Group, Mo Xiuchen stood there motionlessly like an ice sculpture, leaving Wen Ran for ten minutes.

It was not until the ringtone of the cell phone rang sharply that he came back alive. He took out his cell phone, but didn't even look at the call, and directly pressed the answer button and mechanically "feed".

"Xiuchen, Ranran is going to find you?"

Gu Kai's voice came, with deep concern.

"Um!"

Mo Xiuchen stood for too long, and his legs were a little weak. He walked to the sofa in two steps and sat down. Wen Ran had sat for the whole morning, but her temperature was no longer there.

Even the air seemed to have no breath of her.

The overwhelming loneliness came, like a big net, covering him. Gu Kai's voice drilled into his ears through the radio waves: "How did Ranran tell you?"

"She said divorce."

Mo Xiuchen answered calmly, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, and his heart was so painful that he no longer felt anything.

"Did you agree?" Gu Kai was shocked. Although he knew Wen Ran's decision and heard Mo Xiuchen say it in person, he couldn't help but worry.

"Agree."

A faint curve appeared on the corner of Mo Xiuchen's mouth, not laughing, but pain. If letting go really makes her happy, then he will bear the pain alone.

He didn't remember what she said before leaving, and only her words echoed in her ears, "Xiuchen, let's get divorced." Therefore, he said "Okay!"

I heard that I agreed, but Gu Kai was silent on the other end of the phone.

After a long time, his voice rang again: "Xiuchen, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I will ask the lawyer to draw a divorce agreement and sign it."

**

Public relations department

Cheng Jia was burying her computer, and one of the colleagues who were gossiping about her in the morning suddenly ran away and said to her in surprise: "Jia Jia, let me tell you good news."

“What good news?”

Cheng Jia's fingers typing on the keyboard did not stop and looked up at the other person.

"I just came up from downstairs and met Wen Ran. When I saw her running out of the company, I must have had a breakup with the president."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jia stopped his movements and looked at her steadily: "Are you reading it wrong?"

"It's not wrong, it's almost noon. Wen Ran didn't have lunch with the president. He ran away by himself. He must have had a quarrel."

"I'll go for a while."

Before she could finish her words, Cheng Jia turned off the computer, got up, and quickly left the office.

Instead of going to the top floor directly, she took the elevator downstairs and asked the security guard at the door to confirm that Wen Ran had really left the company. She was in a very good mood and smiled.

At noon, Mo Xiuchen did not go to eat or leave the office. In fact, after talking to Gu Kai on the phone, he sat blankly on the sofa, not knowing what he was thinking.

I don't know how long it took, but the knock on the door came.

He ignored it.

After a while, the door was gently pushed open. Cheng Jia walked in with two lunches. Seeing Mo Xiuchen sitting on the sofa in a daze, her heart beat, and a gentle smile appeared on her face, "Mr. Mo, I heard that you had not gotten off work, so I bought lunch for you and came back."

When Mo Xiuchen heard this, he looked up and saw her coming. His dark eyes suddenly turned cold: "Who told you to come in?"

"People are iron, rice is steel. No matter how busy Mr. Mo is, he has to eat." Cheng Jia's smile froze for a moment, and soon returned to normal. He walked to the sofa with lunch, placed the lunch on the coffee table, and took the lunch box out of the bag.

A big hand swept across, and the next second, she let out a low cry, suddenly bent down, hugged her legs with both hands, and a painful expression appeared on her face.

On the sofa, Mo Xiuchen, who was the culprit, narrowed his eyes, swept his scalded legs indifferently, and stood up all over the floor.

"Mr. Mo, it hurts so much!"

Cheng Jia's voice was crying, and he looked pitifully at Mo Xiuchen who suddenly stood up.

The soup was hot and the food was hot.

She held the place open with her hands, and even though she was wearing stockings, she could see that her thighs were red.

However, Mo Xiuchen not only did not hear her crying for pain, but also did not take a look at her legs. He walked out of the sofa. In a blink of an eye, his tall back disappeared from the door of the office.
Chapter completed!