The Beloved Wifey of Mr. Shui
Chapter 18 Forget
Mo Xiaozhu did not know how long he lay there, but he just lay there quietly and did not want to do anything.
It was just night, but everything has changed.
When he thought about it, everything that happened just now looked like a child's play. However, he knew that in City T, there were very few people who could fight Mu Shaoli. Moreover, she had already promised him when Shui Junyu helped her.
She was not a woman who could not play games with him.
His body was still sick, so he did not want to move.
It was dark and he was still lying there.
The door was knocked and the sound broke the silence in his room. He looked up and saw that Mo Xiaozhu was possessed. Is this his room?
He had a familiar and strange feeling that he would never be able to stay in such a nice room in his life, but now, he had already entered.
But what about that?
This was nothing more than an appearance, all of this was not his.
"Lake in."
As his voice fell, the door was pushed open. A servant stood at the door. "Miss Mo, dinner's over. The housekeeper invited you down for dinner."
He shook his head. "I'm not hungry."
"Miss Mo, the rules of the Shui Family say that if it is past mealtime, there is no food, so you ..."
He waved his hand. "Thank you, I'm not hungry." He does not want to eat but does not want to eat. He's very upset. He's stuck in City T and he can't leave.
As soon as the waiter came out, the room returned to its previous silence. He lay there in a daze, letting time pass.
Outside the window, the sound of a horn suddenly sounded. It was so loud that he shook his head. He had been lying down for too long.
As he pushed open the door, the night wind blew on his body. In the courtyard outside the balcony, a black Lynkini slowly stopped. Shui Junyu's tall figure came out from the night and when he saw it, Mo Xiaozhu's body couldn't help but shrink for a moment.
He knew that with his own identity, he should have just waited for him to open his door, but for some reason, when he saw her at this moment, he was extremely against her current identity.
Not even a mistress, she's just a tool, a tool to give birth.
Mo Xiaozhu turned around and returned to her room with the wind.
That night, the room was very quiet.
Shui Junyu did not come, but he did not sleep well.
Although she cleaned Shui Junyu's room every day, she had never seen him in person.
Suddenly, he thought that it was good to walk like this every day. Perhaps he had long forgotten about it in the water house.
As he was wiping the picture frame on the table and his eyes were still fixed on the two people in the picture frame, a phone suddenly rang. Mo Xiaozhu reached out and took it.
"Xiao Zhu, send a red money clip on the bedside table downstairs. I'm in a hurry to go to an event."
Yuan Ruqing's elegant and melodious voice made Mo Xiaozhu not hesitate at all. He quickly picked up the red money clip and ran out of the room. In the past few days, Yuan Fuqing had not made things difficult for him. Maybe it was because he was too attentive back then.
Breath panted into the front of the car and the windows in the back row were lowered. Yuan Yuqing smiled and said, "Give me."
He handed the money clip respectfully and a male voice came from inside the car. "Yuqing, is this the new servant?"
"Yes, isn't she the woman you brought back from Cozy Garden that night?" Did you forget?
"Oh," Shui Junyu replied softly. He looked up and stopped looking at her.
"Yu, you said you wanted it that night ..."
In the back, Mo Xiaozhu could not hear him anymore. He quickly left the car and felt like he was a cold joke. It turned out that Shui Junyu had long since forgotten who he was.
To him, women were merely implements of the nonessential.
He lowered his head slightly and stepped out of his world. He just wanted to be further away from her, the better…
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