I loved you once, the sun and the moon bear witness

Liu Ying smiled coldly, and she slapped his hand off: "It's mine, it's mine, it's not mine, it's normal for others to take it away."

Shock flashed across Shang Rin's face, and he let go of his hand immediately.

Liu Ying turned her head and picked up her packed luggage, turned around and walked outside.

Shang Lin stared at her stubborn and slender back, and was at a loss for words for a while.

He never knew that Liu Ying, who was so obedient and obedient, had such a stubborn and decisive side in her personality.

When she was with him in the past, she was so docile as if she had no temper. She would do whatever he asked her to do, and she would cooperate with him in every way, and never resisted.

But now, she followed Gu Beixi without saying a word, not even saying goodbye.

Could it be that Gu Beixi took advantage of the situation to sneak in and steal her heart away?
Shang Rin's jaw tightened immediately, he stepped forward, and couldn't help but grab Gu Beixi: "Are you making things difficult? Gu Beixi, don't think I don't know, you have been secretly in love with her for many years!"

Gu Beixi didn't notice that Shang Lin would hit him, he turned his head and looked at Shang Lin with contempt in his eyes:

"Aren't you jumping around between their sisters like a flea? You think about everything you have done. If I were Liu Ying, I would not have the slightest nostalgia. I would leave you unswervingly." .”

After Gu Beixi finished speaking, he took Liu Ying and left. Shang Lin looked at the direction they were going away, and his whole heart seemed to be shaking.

The cold blood in Mo Yuanchen's heart suddenly burned, and he couldn't help thinking.

Is it really?

Didn't Liu Ying want to pester Shang Rin desperately, resorting to all kinds of tricks and finally marrying Shang Rin, which caused Shang Rin and Liu Qin to have no relationship?
It should be like this... Their impression of Liu Ying has always been like this.

But why at this moment, when Gu Beixi said these words, as a friend, he also inexplicably felt a trace of guilt?

Shang Lin and Mo Yuanchen returned to Mo Yuanchen's residence.

Finally, when he opened the door, he found his mother, Zhu Renhe, chatting with Mo Yuanchen's mother on the sofa.

Seeing that Shang Lin really appeared at Mo Yuanchen's house, Zhu Renhe patted his chest quickly, with lingering fear on his face: "Ah Lin, I just went to the company and didn't find you, so you are here."

"What do you want from me?" Shang Lin walked in and said calmly.

"I just told Mom Mo that Liu Qin's girl is different from her sister. She has a gentle temper and is well-bred, and you have always liked her. Why don't you set a date for the wedding? What do you think?"

Since Liu Ying left, Liu Qin has been going in and out of businesses openly and aboveboard.

Shang Lin was busy, so she often went to show filial piety to his parents. At first they thought she and Liu Ying were sisters and had scruples, but they also knew how Shang Lin and Liu Ying got together. From a selfish point of view, She wanted to see Liu Qin more, and most importantly, her son wanted to see him.

Liu Qin is also a little anxious now, all kinds of announcements are publicizing her relationship with Shang Lin, making it impossible for their merchants to respond.

Shang Rin's head was already big, but when Zhu Renhe said that, his head suddenly became bigger. He frowned and said coldly, "What? You guys want to make assertions again?"

Zhu Renhe was so anxious that he immediately grabbed his son's arm:
"How can this be called self-assessment? The point is that there are so many girls in Haicheng, and you just like Qinqin. If you like it, mom will naturally like it too. You are all grown up now. In my opinion, hurry up and make up your mind, so that everyone All at ease."

Shang Lin spit out two words coldly: "Not sure."

"Why is it so good?" Zhu Renhe was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot when he heard this, "Didn't you say that you would not marry her? I have introduced you so much that you didn't like it, so just I fell in love with her, why now..."

Zhu Renhe was puzzled, and Mo's mother who was sitting by the side had no choice but to smooth things over:
"My son has his own ideas when he grows up, so don't us elders blindly meddle in it. Look at my family, Mo Yuanchen, one today and one tomorrow. I'm also in a hurry, but there's nothing I can do about it. They're not in a hurry."

Shang Lin and Mo Yuanchen looked at each other tacitly, and they understood each other's feelings at this moment.

"I have a friend's birthday tonight, Ah Lin, let's have a few drinks together." Mo Yuanchen couldn't wait to stand up.

"Let's go." Shang Rin stood up immediately, and the two walked out of the house one after the other.

"Look at these two children, they are so virtuous when it comes to marriage. Ouch, it's really maddening!"

Mom Mo couldn't help complaining, but at this moment, Shang Lin and Mo Yuanchen had already walked out the door.

As soon as Shang Rin got into Mo Yuanchen's car, he received a call from Liu Qin.

On the phone, her voice was mixed with a bit of grievance:

"A Lin, I heard that you had a quarrel with your family because of your divorce from your sister?"

Shang Lin frowned slightly, and responded lightly: "Yes."

Liu Qin acted coquettishly: "I guess you must be in a bad mood right now, why don't I come over to accompany you? I went shopping today and bought you a shirt, which I just brought to you."

shirt?

Shang Lin suddenly remembered that there was a whole wall of shirts in the cloakroom of Zhuxinyuan, those were bought for him by Liu Ying with her meager salary.

In the few years of marriage, she never spent half a cent of his money, but her own salary was used to buy him this and that, even though he never wore those shirts.

Shang Rin inexplicably remembered the details of him and Liu Ying being together, and he felt a little irritable for a while, so he said perfunctorily:

"I'm going to the bar to drink now. It's too late to affect my rest. Don't come here."

Liu Qin didn't seem to hear his irritability, she said cheerfully: "A bar? That's great, I haven't been to a bar for a long time, can you take me there with you?"

"Another day." After Shang Lin prevaricated a few words coldly, he hung up the phone directly.

Liu Ying temporarily moved to Yan Lan's apartment and lived with Yan Lan temporarily, and she was still at work as usual.

Wang Xiaoqiang was admitted to the hospital, and was severely injured. Heard that he has not woken up until now, and everyone in the company is talking about it, but no one knows what happened.

Liu Ying originally thought about calling the police, but after much deliberation, once she called the police, too many people would be involved.

And the most important thing is that she doesn't want to have anything to do with Shang Rin, whether public or private, and she doesn't want anyone to know that she is Shang Rin's ex-wife. So, after weighing things up, she still chooses to calm down.

It was a gray and depressing day.

She walked out of the company as soon as she got off work, wanting to breathe a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly, as soon as she walked out of the company gate, Yan Lan stepped on the accelerator and stopped in front of her. She opened the car window and waved to her:
"Ying'er, get in the car and follow me!"

"Lan Lan, where are you going?" Liu Ying opened the car door suspiciously, and sat in the co-pilot.

"Let's take you for a walk, you'll know when you get there!" Yan Lan blinked, then immediately started the car again, and rushed out as soon as she stepped on the accelerator.

The girl Yan Lan's behavior style is like the car she drives, rampant, raspy and fierce, after a full experience of "speed and passion", Liu Ying was taken by Yan Lan to the door of the night bar.

"Why did you bring me here?" Liu Ying got out of the car, looked at the bar, and couldn't help being stunned.

"Seeing that you are unhappy, I will bring you here to get drunk."

Yan Lan quickly parked the car and dragged her into the bar without any explanation.