The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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She couldn't hold her grandson, and she was still uneasy, plus how the fortune teller said so, how to make her feel relieved.

Mo Yixuan's brow froze tighter, and there was nothing he could do about her mother, who had been thinking all day long. He closed his eyes slightly, his eyes flickered with the frustration that could not be dissipated for a long time.

He patted his mother's shoulder again, and said in a low voice, "Okay, mom ... don't worry about these things, listen to the doctor and get well."

After that, Mo Yixuan turned to his own large bedroom.

During this time, he will return home on time after work, and he has never played any entertainment activities and is not interested in playing.

So as long as he stops working, he is reading a book or reading some information or sleeping.

In order not to let him think about it, he bought a lot of books during this time and read one book almost two or three days. Only when immersed in the reading world can he forget those troubles.

As usual, he opened another book, a book on finance called "When Banknotes Disappeared," by a famous economist. He flipped through the book page by page, reading very quickly, and read a dozen pages soon.

The phone on the side of the phone suddenly rang, and he saw that it was a foreign number and a strange number. Of course he knew who called it.

The call was connected, and soon a young man's voice came over:

"Mr. Mo, in response to your last request, we decided to act later this month. Would you like her to break her hands, break her feet? Or blind, disfigured?" The man said some cruel words without emotion. It seems that this is what they often do.

Taking people's money to do things for others, they always do things leak-free.

Mo Yixuan frowned, he put down the book in his hand, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the brightly lit city in the distance.

In fact, if it wasn't for this phone call, he would have forgotten that he had previously contacted a black organization and paid a deposit for them to deal with Xia Yuwei and make Xia Yuwei's life worse.

He hated the woman so badly that she had died dead.

But now this hate seems to fade.

He sighed and stretched out a hand, rubbing his temple.

After a while, she said faintly, "Forget it, let her go."

Letting that woman break her hands and feet and disfiguring blindness is all that can't be changed. Mo Yan is not his own son, nor can he change the woman he lost his favorite.

Nothing can be changed. The wrong person is actually himself, because he has not resisted the temptation, and because he betrayed his marriage, he is even worse than Xia Yuwei.

The other end of the phone:

"Mr. Mo, are you sure? If you decide not to retaliate against her, we will not refund your deposit." This is the rule of the road, and the money received will never be refunded.

Mo Yixuan gave a faint hum. I don't care about those millions.

He doesn't hate others now, if he wants to hate himself, he destroys his own happiness by himself, and can't blame Xia Yuwei.

He walked to the sofa again and picked up the book he had just read. He turned a few more pages, but couldn't see it anymore. Somehow upset.

Open the mobile phone screen, then open WeChat, he searched for a WeChat, an avatar he was very familiar with the number, very familiar with.