MTL - Extreme Pampering After Marriage-Chapter 772 Qing Huan in Ming City (6)

  Chapter 772 Mingcheng Qinghuan (6)

   I don't know how long it took, both of them were short of breath, and reluctantly separated.

  Kang Mingcheng caressed her cheek with warm fingertips, and said hoarsely, "Mo Qinghuan, let's get married."

  Mo Qinghuan's pupils trembled suddenly, and he heard his own voice trembling, "You, are you crazy."

marry?

them?

how is this possible?

   "Maybe." Kang Mingcheng didn't deny it, his deep eyes were hot and affectionate, and he stared at her scorchingly, "You just think I'm crazy, marry me, and we don't want to separate."

  Mo Qinghuan had the urge to agree to him for a moment, but reason soon took over emotionality.

  The disastrous marriage at the beginning made her have no hope for love and marriage, and she didn't have any thoughts of entering the siege of marriage again.

   What's more, it's still with a person who betrayed himself.

   "I won't get married." She said calmly, "Especially with you."

  Kang Mingcheng's eyes darkened. Even though he knew she would refuse, he still held a trace of expectation in his heart, hoping that she would agree to him.

  It's a pity that I overestimated my position in her heart.

  The relationship and relationship during this period were not enough for her to forgive what she had done.

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  Back to his residence in Kangming City, Mo Qinghuan was about to pack his luggage.

   "Today is too late, I will take you to the hotel tomorrow." Kang Mingcheng stood at the door of the bedroom, as if afraid that she would not agree, and added: "I will sleep in the guest room tonight."

   After speaking, he turned and left.

  When Mo Qinghuan heard the sound of the door closing, he paused for a moment, instead of continuing to pack his things, he sat by the bed and looked at the clothes hanging on the closet.

  I lived here for only a month, so I didn't expect there to be so many things.

  Clothes, books, skin care products, and a few more sets of jewelry, although not expensive, but each set is very delicate, and it was given to her by Kang Mingcheng.

  He was like this, he never said anything, but he always took good care of her in his life.

  If he hadn't accepted the conditions of the Mohists, what would they be like now?

  Mo Qinghuan didn't sleep well that night. She suffered from insomnia at first, and finally fell asleep. All her dreams were scenes of being with Kang Mingcheng in the past.

  How happy they were once together, how miserable they were when they were separated.

  It was so painful that when I think about it now, I still have the feeling of being cut by a knife in my heart.

  Kumming City didn't sleep all night, and made breakfast for Mo Qinghuan in the morning, and booked a suite in a five-star hotel.

   After breakfast, I sent her to the hotel door, and handed her the room card, "I paid the room fee for half a month first. If you want to continue staying, I will help you renew."

   "No need, I will renew the fee myself when the time comes." Mo Qinghuan took the room card and rejected his offer.

   This hotel is not cheap for one night, and his salary is not enough to squander it for a few days.

  “I used to think how hard I had to work so that the princess could continue to live the life of a princess after leaving the castle.”

  Kang Mingcheng lowered his eyelids, his lips curled up with a bit of self-mockery, and said, "Let me make up for what I didn't do before."

Hearing this, Mo Qinghuan suddenly felt resentment welling up in his heart, and asked in a cold voice: "Who told you that I want to live the life of a princess? Have you ever asked me for my opinion on what kind of life I want to live? Kang Mingcheng, why don't you stay here?" Presumptuous there."

  After speaking, she turned and opened the door, pushed the suitcase into the room and then turned to look at him again, "I don't want anything I left there, you throw it away for me."

   Bang, shut the door.

  Kang Mingcheng stood at the door, his eyes mixed with light and dark were full of affection she had never noticed.

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  Mo Qinghuan stayed in the hotel room for several days, except for drinking and being in a daze every day, she just slept.

  She hasn't been this decadent for many years, even if she knows it's meaningless.

  People who have been sober for a long time sometimes don't want to be sober.

  A week later, Mo Qinghuan met Jiang Xue again in the hotel restaurant.

  To be precise, Jiang Xue took the initiative to find her when she was preparing to fly to Malaysia in the afternoon.

  Jiang Xue also seemed to be having a bad week, her face was pale, she looked very haggard, she didn't even put on makeup, she was wearing a cotton skirt, and she felt full of fragility.

  Mo Qinghuan had no time to deal with her elegantly, and before she could speak, she got straight to the point and said, "If you still want to say something ugly, just save it. I don't want to hear it, and I don't want the security guards to throw you out."

  Jiang Xue sat down opposite her, and smiled miserably, "Don't worry, I didn't come here today to scold you."

  Mo Qinghuan raised her eyebrows lightly, glanced at her lazily, and said nothing.

   "I just want to confirm something with you." Jiang Xue explained her purpose.

   "What do you want to confirm?"

   "You are Mo Qinghuan, Mingcheng's first love girlfriend, right?" Jiang Xue's empty eyes did not light up, and she stared at her non-stop.

   "So what?" Mo Qinghuan picked up the coffee and took a sip.

   "Then I can't figure it out even more." Jiang Xue clenched her hands on the table into fists, "Why do you still have the face to come back and be with Mingcheng?"

  Mo Qinghuan's face darkened, resisting the urge to call the security guard, "What do you mean?"

   "You made him suffer so badly back then. He could have become a very good painter because of you. Now he can only resign himself to teaching those mediocre students in a school."

  Jiang Xue spoke, every word and every word was full of resentment.

"Oh." Mo Qinghuan sneered, and said sarcastically, "It's your turn to tell me what's going on between me and Kang Mingcheng? How much do you know? Or is it that Kang Mingcheng didn't dare to come by himself and asked you to sing a bittersweet drama?" what!"

"Mingcheng didn't tell me anything, I inquired about it myself." Jiang Xue's eyes turned red, she gritted her teeth and said, "Mingcheng didn't know that I knew, and today I came to find you myself, Mingcheng didn't do not know."

Mo Qinghuan still said indifferently: "You like Kangming City, that's your business, there's no need to involve me, and I don't bother to get involved between you, I will leave Mocheng in a while, and I won't come back if there is no need. "

   She drank the rest of the coffee, put down the cup and got up to leave.

Jiang Xue couldn't wait to say: "Do you know that if your father hadn't sent someone to find Ming Cheng's father, his father wouldn't have fallen down the stairs and broken his leg. If it wasn't for this, he didn't need to accept it at all. Your father's check will not go abroad and be forced to come back."

  Mo Qinghuan paused, turned her head and stared at her suddenly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

  Jiang Xue got up with a calm face, and said without fear: "If you don't believe me, you can go back and ask your family members. Although Mr. Mo is gone, someone should still know what happened back then."

   "Mo Qinghuan, he could have had a grand and bright life in Mingcheng, but you ruined his life with your own hands and pushed him into hell."

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See you tomorrow

  (end of this chapter)