Dear, Marry Me Again! - Chapter 526 You Don't Feel Bored Playing This Kind of Trick (1)
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Chapter 526 you don’t feel bored playing this kind of trick (1)
Hope: …”
Mu Chucheng smiled and raised his eyebrows, “I don’t mind going back to eat with you.”
“I mind.”
“Is it useful if you mind?”
Hope: …”
In the end, Hope was dragged home by mu chu city. She cooked at home. After eating, she sent Hihang and Xi Nuannuan back to their room.
“Mu Chucheng, your grandmother came to see me today.”
“Looks like the old buddha came to see you when he arrived in Ancheng this morning.” Mu Chucheng put his hand on the table and looked at her.
Hope nodded, “Yes.”
“What did she say to you?”
“Don’t you know best what she said to me?” Hope sneered, “Can you guess?”
“I don’t think you’re the kind of person to back down just because of a few words, right?”
“If I care about people, things, and things, I wouldn’t be like this…”
Mu Chucheng put his finger on the cufflinks of his shirt and stared at her, his eyes burning, “So you mean, I’m not the person you care about? Hope, why lie? Do you think it’s useful for you to lie and say these things in front of me?”
“Mu Chucheng, why would I lie?” Hope interrupted him, “Is it useful for me to lie? I really don’t want to get involved with you. I hope you understand.”
Mu Chucheng shook his head, “I don’t understand. I’m going to move in here. Although the house is a little small, I’m the only one who’s hooked up.” He looked around as he spoke.
Xi he was speechless, “Are you really listening to me?”
“I’m homeless, my house is occupied by the buddha. I don’t live with you. Do I have to sleep on the street?”
“… Who are you from mu chu city? There are so many hotels out there, why are you sleeping on the street? Mu Chucheng, can you stop messing around? I don’t want to fight with you anymore. I’m tired too.” Xihe covered his face with both hands.
Who the hell is making trouble now? “Mu Chucheng’s voice was a little cold.” Don’t treat me like a fool. What you say has no feelings for me at all! You can tell from your eyes what you feel for me, understand? Besides, I haven’t figured out what happened before, but I know very well that our relationship is not simple. To take a step back, even if we didn’t have a relationship five years ago, now that I’ve taken a fancy to you, you don’t have no feelings for me either. Why can’t we be together?”
“Because I have a husband. I’m married. Do you understand? Mu Chucheng!” Hope yelled and frowned.
“Husband?” Mu Chucheng sneered, walked to the side, took out a document and put it on the dining table, “Look what this is.”
Xi he took the document and flipped through it. Only the first page made her eyes widen in surprise, “Divorce agreement! You went to find Shen Xianfei? You asked him to sign?”
“I gave him ten million, and Zhou Zhen obediently asked him to sign it.” Mu chu city’s eyes were full of light, “By the way, I also know a fact.”
“What facts?”
“Nuannuan isn’t Shen Xianfei’s child. That’s what I’ve been guessing. The other thing is that Shen Xianfei is no longer a man. You told me you love him, hehe…” Mu Chucheng pointed to the divorce agreement, “Hope, if you lie to me, find a more convincing reason. What is this?”
Xihe stared at the divorce agreement, unable to utter a single word.
She had wanted to divorce Shen Xianfei for a long time, and it was impossible for her to live with him for the rest of her life. But when mu chucheng put the divorce agreement he had signed in front of her, her mood was so complicated. It was not that she cared about Shen Xianfei, but she just felt that if she signed it and divorced, would Mu Chucheng be more unscrupulous?
Mu Chucheng had already taken out a pen and put it on it, “Be good, sign it too, and you will be free.”
Hope didn’t do anything, “Mu Chucheng, do you think I don’t know what you’re thinking?”
“Hmm? So what if I know? You didn’t divorce Shen Xianfei and I fell in love with you. What difference do you think?” Mu Chucheng smiled evilly.
Seeing that xihe had not moved, he stood up from his seat and walked towards her. Standing beside her, he picked up the pen on the table and held it in her hand, “Okay, sign it.”
“I won’t sign it.”
“I’ll ask you one more time. Do you want to sign it?”
“Mu Chucheng, my business is none of your business. You leave now, get back to South city, get out…”
Before Hope could finish her sentence, she was interrupted, because Mu Chucheng pinched her chin, turned her face around, kissed her lips fiercely, and robbed her of her breath.
Hope’s mind went blank at first, and when he realized it, he pounded him with his hands. Her little skill was nothing to Mu Chucheng. Between the two of them, Mu Chucheng had already picked her up from her seat.
“Mu Chucheng!” Hope shouted, “Let me go!”
Mu Chucheng bit her lip, “There are still people in the house. It’s not good to be like this outside. It’s bad for children. How about we move somewhere else?”
“Put me down!” Hope’s breath was already unstable. Every time Mu Chucheng kissed her, he would kill her half.
Instead of putting her down, Mu Chucheng carried her to the room, kicked the door open, carried her in, and threw her on the bed.
Xi he wanted to escape as soon as he was free, but Mu Chucheng reached out and pulled her back by her slender ankle.
Xihe glared at him, “Mu Chucheng, you lunatic!”
Mu Chucheng took off all her clothes and whispered, “You’ll like it.”
“I don’t like… Ah…!” Because of his sudden movement, Hope screamed, gasping and glaring at him, “Mu Chucheng, are you just going to force yourself on me?”
“Because you are always disobedient and you like to say what you mean.” Mu Chucheng gritted his teeth.
Xihe kicked him, maintaining his final calm, “Mu Chucheng, didn’t I tell you that I love a warm father?”
“I am the warm father.”
“It’s not you, Mu Chucheng…” Hope shouted, “It’s not you at all…!”
“It’s not me, is it Shen Xianfei?” Mu Chucheng stopped, pinched Hope’s chin with his hand, and sneered, “Would you give birth to a child for a man like Shen Xianfei?”
“It’s not Shen Xianfei’s.” Xihe pushed Mu Chucheng’s thick shoulder with his hand.
Mu Chucheng’s voice was cold, “Whose is that?” After a pause, he smiled softly, “But I don’t care whose child she is. I will treat her like my own daughter.”