The Sweetest Marriage: Gu Shaospreads Sugar Addiction

"I wanted to work hard to get into his heart, but I couldn't. I was too tired, so I decided to give up."

Xu Xiaoran was crying, which made Mu Qingge feel extremely distressed.

It's not easy to persuade her anymore, so I can only follow her wishes.

"Have you named your child yet? Why don't you think about your child's name?"

Mu Qingge turned Xu Xiaoran's attention to the child, and sure enough, Xu Xiaoran stopped crying.

Zhou Shuang hugged the child to her, Xu Xiaoran pursed her mouth when she saw the child.

"So ugly."

"Pfft!" Mu Qingge couldn't hold back, and immediately explained: "My younger brother also had this wrinkled appearance when he was born, it'll be fine if he grows up."

Xu Xiaoran's nervous heart eased a little, she thought the child would always be so ugly.

Because Mu Qingge and Zhou Shuang were going to prepare for the exhibition of Hua Xiangrong, they arranged for Xu Xiaoran a confinement wife to take care of Xu Xiaoran and the child's life.

The two of them just went to the hospital to see their mother and daughter when they were free.

Mu Qingge often "ran into" Chen Zehao at the entrance of the hospital. After meeting him a few times, she couldn't bear it anymore.

"Mr. Chen, what are you doing sneakily?"

"I... just stroll around the hospital and take a walk."

Chen Zehao didn't blush when he told a lie.

"I remember that Mr. Chen's company and apartment are not near here. It's hard work to walk so far."

It was unclear whether Mu Qingge's tone was sarcasm or ridicule.

"Go to the coffee shop next door?"

Seeing that Mu Qingge took the initiative to invite him, Chen Zehao nodded quickly.

When he was seated, Chen Zehao asked, "Is her condition okay?"

"It's pretty good, with a confinement wife taking care of her." Mu Qingge could tell that the concern in Chen Zehao's eyes was not fake.

She pursed her lips and hesitated again and again: "Who is that woman?"

Chen Zehao was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that she was referring to the woman she met by chance before, and explained: "It's a friend I met abroad before. I happened to meet before a business trip, and we had dinner together."

Mu Qingge believed half of what he said was sincere.

"Then how do you feel about Xiaoran?"

Hearing Mu Qingge's rhetorical question, Chen Zehao pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and did not answer immediately.

After being silent for a long time, I slowly said: "I always feel empty when I'm alone at home these few days, maybe I'm used to her presence."

Mu Qingge rolled his eyes angrily: "Then your nanny is gone, do you feel empty in your heart?"

"Of course not!" Chen Zehao was startled immediately.

If it weren't for irrelevant people, he wouldn't feel unaccustomed.

So, why does he feel uncomfortable?
"Do you understand?"

Mu Qingge patiently guided him.

Chen Zehao frowned tightly, his hands were tightly kneaded together, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing that he was still hesitant, Mu Qingge said directly: "If you still want to keep her, then let her see your sincerity!"

"You can't wait for her to find out, you have to take the initiative to tell her!"

After Mu Qingge finished speaking, Chen Zehao was left alone in the coffee shop with his head bowed in silence.

What Mu Qingge said echoed in Chen Zehao's mind, as if a switch in his heart had been turned on.

So, did he already like Xu Xiaoran?

Mu Qingge returned to the studio, and when he opened the door, he was overwhelmed by a large bouquet of roses.

She frowned and took the card out of the bouquet.

"sorry."

She is so familiar with this handwriting that she can even imitate it [-]% of the time.

Mu Qingge's expression changed instantly, he picked up the rose and threw it directly into the trash can.

Unexpectedly, the next day, a bouquet of roses appeared in the office as usual.

"Who sent it?" Mu Qingge held back his anger and walked out with the rose in his arms.

The assistants looked at each other and shook their heads: "We didn't see anyone enter the office."

For the next few days, no matter when Mu Qingge came over, roses would always appear on her desk on time.

Inside the bouquet is still the three words "sorry".

But Mu Qingge searched for a long time, but couldn't find out when Mo Jingchen put the roses in her office.

Mu Qingge gritted her back molars, angrily threw the rose into the trash can, took a photo, and sent it to Mo Jingchen.

"Don't waste your efforts!"

But her words were obviously useless, and the bouquet still appeared in her office as usual.

Unbearable, Mu Qingge simply got up early in the morning, and rushed to the vicinity of the building before the security guards opened the door.

She hid in the corner, staring at the door of the building all the time, she must make it clear to Mo Jingchen today!
Not long after guarding, a familiar Maserati stopped at the entrance of the building.

Mu Qingge quickened his pace and walked over, grabbed the car door, and looked down at Mo Jingchen who hadn't had time to get out of the car.

Mo Jingchen was just about to yell, but the moment he saw Mu Qingge, he choked back the words.

Immediately put on a smiling face: "Qing Ge, why are you so early?"

"The flowers you sent troubled me a lot. You didn't reply when I texted you, and you didn't answer the phone calls. I can only block you like this."

"Do you think the three words sorry are useful?"

"Don't bother me in the future!"

Mu Qingge's voice was stern, and she subconsciously raised her voice.

Mo Jingchen felt that he was wronged, raised his head and stared at Mu Qingge, softened his body: "I just want to say sorry to you..."

"I did not mean anything else……"

Mu Qingge pressed the tip of his tongue against his back molars, and looked at him with a very funny look: "Do you believe what you say?"

"Oh, I forgot, isn't your best at deceiving yourself?"

Mo Jingchen's face was embarrassed, and his heart ached from her sharp words: "Do you have to talk to me like this?"

"President Mo! We have been divorced for a long time, even if I want to remarry, I will never look at you again!"

"I just don't want you to live with meaningless imagination, I want you to see reality clearly!"

Mu Qingge sighed helplessly, she felt that it was too difficult to talk to Mo Jingchen, it was like talking to a duck.

Mo Jingchen couldn't listen to what she said at all, he was only immersed in his own world.

"You obviously like me very much! Why can't you accept me anymore?"

Mo Jingchen was punctured by her, but he took the opportunity to admit it.

Mu Qingge found Mo Jingchen even more funny: "Mr. Mo, why didn't I realize that you are such a narcissistic person before?"

She had said these words countless times, but Mo Jingchen didn't care as if he was living in his own small world.

Mu Qingge straightened his expression, and said sharply: "I used to like you, but you have been trampling on my liking all the time. Do you think you will continue to like that person after being trampled on by someone?!"

"Not only now, even in the future, I will never like you again!"