The Sweetest Marriage: Gu Shaospreads Sugar Addiction

"Mo Jingchen, how could you treat me like this?"

The corners of Mu Qingge's eyes were slightly moist, with a light red glow, and a stubborn light shone in his jet-black eyes, "No matter what, I'm the Mrs. Mo that you Mingmei is marrying!"

Mo Jingchen didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and walked out with Li Fei'er in his arms, leaving only a cold sentence, "Don't drive this crazy woman out yet."

Li Fei'er leaned against Mo Jingchen's arms, and cast a provocative look at Mu Qingge.

What Mrs. Mo is just a decoration, pitiful and pathetic.

"let me go!"

Mu Qingge was stopped by the security guards and kept dragging her away. She glanced coldly at the triumphant Li Fei'er, suppressed the disgust in her heart, and said to the security guards, "Don't touch me, I'll go by myself!"

After leaving the gate of Mo's company, Mu Qingge didn't know where to go for a while, so he sat on the chair next to him in a daze.

She pursed her lips tightly, looking at Mo Jingchen and Li Fei'er's kissing figure going away, she couldn't help clenching her hands hanging on both sides.

Gu Xiuye ​​has been hiding in the dark, watching Mu Qingge's every move. He has been looking for her for ten years, but she is already married.

His dark eyes glanced at the plaque of the Mo Group, and a strong evil spirit flashed across his eyes.

No one can bully his Mu Mu, no one!
He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a number, "Is the Mo Group trying to win our cooperation?"

"Yes, President."

"Tell Mo Jingchen that SK agreed to cooperate with Mo's, and let him come to the hotel where I stayed at night to discuss specific cooperation matters."

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Xiuye ​​glanced at Mu Qingge reluctantly, turned and left.

Mu Qingge didn't know how long she sat outside until it was getting dark before returning home.

"Why did you come back so late?"

Mo Jingchen sat on the sofa with a cold face, "Go and cook, I'm hungry."

Mu Qingge frowned, and immediately lost his temper. All the grievances and anger were added together, and finally couldn't help but explode.

She pursed her lips tightly and stared at him stubbornly, "Mo Jingchen, I am your wife, I am not your servant!"

"Heh, what else can you do besides being a servant?"

Mo Jingchen snorted coldly, frowned tightly, his eyes were frozen, and his face was full of disgust: "I married you because of threats from the elders in my family. As long as you are obedient, I will definitely respect and love you." Plus, you just can't tolerate Fei'er and want to frame her! Mu Qingge, it's all your fault now!"

"Yeah, I did it myself!"

Mu Qingge laughed at himself, his eyes full of sadness, "I'm crazy to love you so hopelessly!"

She didn't do anything at all, everything was a play directed and acted by Li Fei'er. She explained it countless times, but it's a pity... Mo Jingchen never believed her.

Mu Qingge couldn't help but see a few drops of water from the corners of her eyes. She looked up at the ceiling, trying not to let her tears fall.

"Crying and crying all day, it's so annoying."

Mo Jingchen picked up the documents next to him, got up and put on his suit, "I'm going to discuss business with SK today, and I won't be coming back."

For some reason, looking at Mu Qingge who was crying and saying that he regretted loving him, he felt a little bit of panic and heartache in his heart.

Mo Jingchen was very restless, he tried his best to throw away the inexplicable thoughts in his mind, and strode away.

Only Mu Qingge was left guarding the huge villa, she hugged her legs tightly, feeling cold in her heart.

She looked up at the ceiling with a sad smile on her lips.

An hour after Mo Jingchen left, a message suddenly came to Mu Qingge's cell phone. It was from Mo Jingchen, asking her to go to the hotel to pick him up. He had drunk too much.

A look of joy suddenly flashed in Mu Qingge's eyes. The first thing Mo Jingchen thought of when he was drunk was her. Does that mean that he still has some weight in his heart?

She quickly put on her coat and went out.

When we arrived at the agreed room, it was pitch black, but the smell of alcohol was extremely strong, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Mo Jingchen?"

Mu Qingge called out tentatively, but did not respond.

She reached out to fumble for the light switch, but was suddenly pulled away by a strong force.

All the exclamations that rushed out of her throat subconsciously were blocked in her throat, and the warm touch from her lips made her stunned for an instant.

Those hands seemed to carry a touch of magic, sparks flew everywhere they passed