How could she become like this? How could she never rely on him again?!

Mo Beiyan never thought that Mo Huantong would find another man to rely on one day. She no longer had to rely on him, no longer waited for him to come home obediently, no longer laughing happily with a bouquet of flowers.

Someone gave her ten thousand battles and glory, it doesn’t matter whether he or not...

He couldn't control her anymore.

She didn't want his control, and she didn't even look at him directly.

That's what she calls discarding.

Mo Beiyan looked down at the white wrist clenched in his palm. The force in his hand couldn't help but deepen. Mo Huantong was so painful that her wrist bone was about to break. Her elbows broke away, "Let go!"

"You can't wait to find him? What time has you agreed to do?!"

"I'm not as disgusting as you think!"

"Then why not give it to me?!"

"Mo Beiyan, we have divorced!"

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Huantong shook his body. When he fell down, he knocked down the water dispenser. A bunch of things fell down. Huantong's elbow was supporting the ground, and his right side face was so painful.

Mo Beiyan raised his hand and fell back. He looked at the woman on the ground in disbelief. The soreness in his palm reminded him that he... had hit her?

He actually hit her at this time?!

Damn it!

Mo Beiyan wished he could chop off his hand. She said that we have divorced, which pushed the anger in his chest to the peak, and she couldn't help it...

I used to beating people before.

Now that he got better, he messed up again...what else could she listen to him?!

Damn, why can't he just help it!

Mo Beiyan pursed his lips tightly, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak. Mo Huantong's mouth hurt so much that it seemed to be about to crack. Her body was wet with a drinking bucket. She supported the ground and had not yet stood up, and suddenly there was a rushing footsteps outside the door.

Mo Beiyan raised his head and saw a familiar slender figure walking in.

Who is this?!

Meng Shaoling was wearing a light purple shirt, the same color as Mo Huantong's leather jacket. His eyes swept around during the rest. He was a little surprised when he saw Mo Beiyan, and finally fell on the person at his feet.

"Huantong?"

Meng Shaoling's eyebrows sterned, and he squatted down to hold Mo Huantong's shoulder, and pulled her up with his arm against her waist, "Are you okay? Where did you fall?"

Mo Huantong lowered her head, her voice was very soft but she didn't cry, "I'm fine."

Meng Shaoling took off his coat and put it on for her. He saw the palm prints on her right face and the messy clothes, and instantly understood what was happening.

Meng Shaoling felt uncontrollable heartache in his heart. He raised his head coldly and shot straight at the man in front of him, "Mo Beiyan!"

"Who are you?!" Mo Beiyan stared at his face, quickly searching for memories, meeting in Dubai for the first time, and seeing him on the video tape of Jinhou Palace for the second time. Luo Xiao told him after he came back...

Mo Beiyan's face suddenly became sinister, "You are Meng Shaoling?"

"No matter who I am," Meng Shaoling stepped forward, "You hit my woman, do you know what the consequences are?"

Mo Huantong raised her head in shock, and she hurriedly grabbed him, "Don't talk nonsense, he is not..."

"Huantong, stand behind me," Meng Shaoling pushed her behind him. He walked to Mo Beiyan. The two of them were evenly opposed. "It is not enough to send her to prison to take the crime. You have to beat her and force her. Mo Beiyan, are you still a man?"
Chapter completed!