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In the silent room, it seemed that the surrounding air had frozen.

It was so quiet that even the breathing of the two of them could be heard clearly.

An Xiaoyue took two steps back a little weakly, and murmured, "You mean, do you want to divorce me?"

Gong Yumo didn't dare to look into her injured eyes, turned his back to her, and whispered a word, "Yes."

"Why?" An Xiaoyue stared at his indifferent back and asked, "Is it because of Lin Xia?"

Gong Yumo smiled helplessly, this fool still thinks he has changed his mind.

But he didn't intend to explain further, "I'm already asking a lawyer to draw up a divorce agreement."

An Xiaoyue finally understood that even the divorce agreement had been prepared in advance, so it turned out that he hadn't wanted a divorce for a day or two.

The last time I asked her for a divorce was when Tang Siyin came back.

This time he wanted to divorce because of Zhou Linxia.

For one woman after another, he had to divorce her again and again.

An Xiaoyue felt desolate in her heart. It turned out that she was a joke from the beginning to the end.

In his Gong Yumo's heart, she is just someone who comes and goes when called, maybe how cheap.

Also, no wonder others.

Who made me insist on marrying him in the first place.

"I see." She didn't cry or make a fuss, she said these four words very calmly, and walked towards the door.

Gong Yumo realized that she was going out, so he hurriedly grabbed her, "Where are you going?"

An Xiaoyue broke free from his hand resolutely, and said with a sneer, "Where are you going, what does it have to do with you?"

"I know you don't want to see me now." Gong Yumo said, "It's dark, it's not safe outside, I leave the room to you, I'll change my clothes and go out."

Seeing that An Xiaoyue didn't refuse, Gong Yumo went back to the room and quickly changed the home clothes, and put on a black shirt and black pants again.

When going downstairs, An Xiaoyue still maintained the same posture as before and stood there without moving, and she didn't even change the direction of her eyes staring at the ceiling.

He went to the entrance and took the car keys, took a deep look at her, and went out.

Before leaving, don't forget to close the door gently.

In the huge room, only An Xiaoyue was left standing in the living room.

Standing stupidly, like a sculpture without a soul.

She just felt very cold, cold from head to toe.

Then he laughed self-deprecatingly, look at Gong Yumo, who clearly said the most hurtful things, but still maintained his gentlemanly demeanor.

She originally thought that she knew Gong Yumo very well, but in fact, in the past few years, she hadn't seen him through at all.

She couldn't figure out why, the man who had pampered and tenderly told her that he loved her before had changed everything in the blink of an eye.

Tang Siyin's words suddenly sounded in his ears.

Do you think Gong Yumo is a simple person?

An Xiaoyue sneered, what kind of man is Gong Yumo?
It turned out that he had never seen through him.

Maybe it was because he didn't have dinner, suddenly there was a tumbling sensation in his stomach, followed by a surge of nausea.

An Xiaoyue hurriedly covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom, lying on the toilet and retching.

This feeling was so strong and painful that it forcefully forced her to cry.

She squatted on the ground, leaning over the toilet, as if her internal organs were about to be spit out.

It wasn't until she couldn't vomit anything anymore that she felt herself alive, and sat on the ground and took a deep breath.

After a few minutes, she stood up and turned on the cold water to wash her face.

The person in the mirror, who was supposed to have delicate facial features, is now bloodless and pale, and even the light makeup that he put on in the morning can't hide his ugly complexion.

She washed her face again indiscriminately, then went back upstairs with empty steps, took a shower casually, and then went back to the room and stuffed herself under the quilt.

Turning off her phone, she lay down in the soft quilt, forcing herself not to think about anything.

This may be a dream, wake up, everything is fine.

In the magnificent VIP private room, the man tugged at his black tie and unbuttoned his black shirt. His white and muscular chest exuded strong male hormones under the dim light, making him sexy and wild.

He picked up the wine glass numbly, his deep eyes were blank and empty, as if he had experienced vicissitudes.

The huge empty box magnified his sadness, and the original loneliness became lonely.

He looked at the pale liquid in the wine glass, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if he was mocking or sneering.

I don't know whether I am laughing at myself or at this sad fate.

One cup after another of strong wine poured into his throat, making Gong Yumo, who seldom drank in the first place, start to feel drunk.

In a trance, he seemed to see a bright girl standing in front of him with a charming smile on her face.

She bowed slightly to herself and smiled, "Gong Yumo, can we have a baby?"

Her face was a little hazy, but her smile could be clearly seen.

He reached out to grab it, but couldn't reach it.

The girl continued to smile and said to him, "If you don't speak, you are acquiescing!"

His eyes were full of tenderness, and he wanted to hold the girl's hand, but in vain.

In the next moment, the hazy figure of the girl disappeared before his eyes.

He lowered his head and pinched his swollen eyebrows, and when he opened his eyes again, his drunken eyes were much clearer than before.

He looked at the empty room and smiled self-deprecatingly.

An Xiaoyue, what should I do, I miss you before I leave you.

The wine bottle on the table had already bottomed out, Gong Yumo asked the waiter to deliver the wine again.

When the wine cart was pushed up again, the hotel manager Wang Peng stopped the waiter who was about to deliver the wine into the box.

He shook his head and signaled to the waiter that there is no need to deliver any more. "President Mo has drunk too much and can't drink any more."

The waiter said with some embarrassment, "What if President Mo blames him?"

Wang Peng patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "I'll call Mr. Zhou."

The waiter pushed the wine cart away, and Wang Peng stood outside the door and called Zhou Linran.

At this time, Zhou Linran was sitting in the study, frowning while looking at a large pile of materials.

The workload assigned to him by Gong Yumo in the past few days has far exceeded the workload of the past year. He never thought that one day a company as large as ES Group would let him take charge of it alone.

Ever since Gong Yumo handed over all the affairs at hand to him, Zhou Linran has been very busy no matter whether he is in the company or at home.

He didn't even bother to make a new girlfriend.

The phone on the desk broke the silence of the study. Zhou Linran glanced up from the file and saw that it was Wang Peng's call, thinking that something happened to the banquet.

As soon as the call was connected, Wang Peng hurriedly said, "Mr. Zhou, you should come here quickly. Mr. Mo has passed out from drinking."

"What?" Zhou Linran stood up excitedly from the chair, and the movement was so great that he even dropped a stack of documents on the corner of the table. He had no time to take care of it, and reconfirmed on the phone, "You said Mr. Mo was at the banquet?"