After being reborn, he was taken home by President Mo

Looking up, Mo Lixing came back in formal attire.

Jiang Cuocuo took the initiative to greet him, "Mr. Mo is back. Are you hungry after being so busy? I made porridge!"

Hearing this, Mo Lixing glanced at the kitchen, the casserole on the stove was emitting steam, and it seemed that he could still smell the porridge.

He seldom eats at night, and feels a little hungry for no reason.

"Mr. Mo, would you like something to eat?"

Jiang Cuocuo tentatively tugged on Mo Lixing's sleeve, but he didn't get thrown off.

She became more courageous, and nudged him to the table, "Sit down, I'll serve you porridge!"

When she brought out the porridge and side dishes, Mo Lixing had already taken off his coat.

He unbuttoned two shirt buttons under his neck, revealing a small piece of skin texture, holding the mobile phone with one hand, and tapping the other hand on the dining table,

The sleeves are slightly rolled up, and the whole person is lazy and expensive.

Even though Jiang Cuo Cuo hated men now, he had to admit that Mo Lixing was very masculine.

"Have you seen enough?" Mo Lixing raised his eyes.

Jiang Cuocuo: "..."

Without changing her face, she put the dishes in front of Mo Lixing, "Seafood porridge, Mr. Mo, try it."

Mo Lixing snorted lightly, and took a sip gracefully.

The rice fragrance is mixed with the fresh fragrance of seafood and the fragrance of shredded ginger, which makes it very sweet.

He also picked up some emerald green side dishes with chopsticks, which were also crispy and delicious, and appealed to the appetite.

"Have you ever learned how to cook?" Mo Lixing asked.

When she was still in Shen Jiangcuo, in order to catch Song Zhaoyang's stomach, she did learn cooking skills.

It's disgusting to think about.

Fortunately, she is Jiang Cuo Cuo now.

"Children from poor families are in charge of the house early, and I have been able to cook since I was a child!"

"When will the bridge be demolished across the river?" Mo Lixing asked again.

Jiang Cuocuo: "..."

She never crossed the river and demolished the bridge, at most she just ran away.

Jiang Cuocuo accompanied him with a smile: "The two of you in the morning are friends of Mr. Mo after all, so I thought it would be better for Mr. Mo to say something personally."

Mo Lixing snorted and continued to drink porridge.

Jiang Cuocuo hesitated for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Mo, did you really have a crush on that Shen Jiangcuo?"

Mo Lixing glanced at Jiang Cuocuo.

She tilted her head slightly, and looked at him eagerly with her big eyes as black as spots of paint, as if she couldn't feel at ease until she got an answer.

"Mrs. Mo mind?"

"No." Jiang Cuo shook his head again and again.

"I'm just curious that a man as outstanding as Mr. Mo must be surrounded by many excellent women. How could he have a crush on a girl who humiliated you?"

Hearing this, Mo Lixing's handsome face remained unmoved, "Mrs. Mo is so busy, why don't you think about what to wear tomorrow. It is impolite to dress improperly at a funeral."

Looking at this posture will not satisfy her curiosity.

But it was good news to be able to take her to the funeral.

The next day Jiang woke up early by mistake.

After dressing up and going downstairs, Mo Lixing was already eating breakfast at the dining table.

He was still wearing a black pure handmade suit, and the morning sun reflected from the outside, adding a layer of soft light to his whole body.

As he was looking at it, Mo Lixing's eyes suddenly swept over.

Jiang Cuocuo hurriedly said: "Mr. Mo, can I wear this?"

Said and turned a little circle.

The woman wears a casual t-shirt and a small black suit jacket on her upper body, and a black half skirt underneath.

The skirt is slightly fluffy, making the waist more slender, as if it can be held in the palm of one hand.

When turning, the white and thin straight calf swayed so much that people couldn't look away.

Mo Lixing's throat was slightly dry, he took a sip of coffee, "You are attending a funeral, not a beauty pageant, go and change your skirt."

Jiang wrong wrong:?

Who stipulated that you can't wear skirts to the funeral, maybe Mo Lixing is not a straight man?

The slander belongs to the slander, Jiang Cuocuo went upstairs to change a pair of pants, and prepared a pair of sunglasses to cover up his emotions.

After having breakfast with Mo Lixing, the driver arrived and took them to the funeral.

The funeral was arranged in a beautiful cemetery.

Looking at the crystal coffin surrounded by bouquets from a distance, Jiang Cuocuo felt his chest was tight and his steps were heavy.

She never thought that she would come to attend her funeral in her lifetime.

Putting on his sunglasses, Jiang Cuo Cuo followed Mo Li as he approached the cemetery.

There were already many guests at the meeting, Song Chaoyang was standing beside rows of wreaths.

His pale face was full of sorrow, and he coughed lightly with his fingers on his lips from time to time, as if he was so sad that he could follow her.

The drama of losing a lover is really well done!

If she hadn't died, she might still be deceived by him!

Seeing Mo Lixing, Song Chaoyang greeted him with a hoarse voice, "Mr. Mo, thank you for coming to my wife's funeral in your busy schedule."

"Father-in-law is too sad to see guests, I apologize on his behalf."

"President Song is serious." Mo Lixing shook hands with Song Chaoyang, "My condolences."

Song Chaoyang choked up suddenly: "Blame me, I didn't take good care of my wife..."

nausea!

One pretends to be affectionate, and the other dare not show up after doing too many bad things!

Thinking of the unjust death of his grandfather and the pain of being burned alive, Jiang Cuocuo's body began to tremble.

She was so abnormal that Song Zhaoyang looked at her, "Who is this?"

Jiang Cuo Cuo's heart was full of hatred, and he couldn't return to normal for a while, so he stood still and didn't respond.

Mo Lixing looked down at Jiang Cuocuo, and answered concisely: "I brought it."

"So it's from President Mo, thank you for coming."

Song Chaoyang stretched out his hand weakly, but Jiang Cuocuo turned around and ran away.

Rushing into the bathroom, Jiang Cuocuo retched for a while before stopping, took off his sunglasses, his eyes were already scarlet.

I really want to stab Song Chaoyang a few times right now, and fight him to death!

After calming down, and thinking of an excuse for feeling unwell, Jiang walked out of the bathroom in the wrong direction.

When I returned to the cemetery, I found that there was a lot of noise in front of me, as if someone was yelling and cursing.

Jiang made a mistake and ran quickly, but it was Lu Kexin!

She pointed at Song Chaoyang angrily, "Beast, human scum! You killed Cuocuo! She has always been a light sleeper, so how could she not know if she was on fire!"

"Miss Lu, if you have any doubts, you can call the police, but please don't talk nonsense! I love Cuocuo so much, how could I kill her!"

"Bah!" Lu Kexin spat.

"You love her money, you love her Shen's shares! Only when she is blind can she not recognize people, and she will end up tragically!"

"Miss Lu, if you keep spitting blood like this, I can only ask you to leave!"

"You have a guilty conscience! I must find out the truth about the wolf-hearted thing, and I won't let Cuo Cuo die in such an unexplained way!"

"Security, please get this lady out!"

"I do not go!"

While resisting, Lu Kexin cried and cursed at the crystal coffin:

"Shen Jiangcuo, you idiot! I told you not to marry this kind of dog man, you insist on marrying him! Now it's all over, I'm dead..."

Tears flowed down, Jiang Cuocuo's heart was filled with emotion and guilt, even though she had fallen out, Lu Kexin still defended her like this.

After settling the scene, Song Chaoyang apologized sadly:

"I'm sorry everyone, Miss Lu has always felt that I am not good enough for my wife, and she has misunderstood me. Please don't take what happened just now to your heart."

"Mr. Song, I have a little question." Jiang Cuo made a sound suddenly.