Hidden ex-husband, you are not worthy

Hua Mo stepped on high heels and walked towards Song Hanqing slowly.

Her eyes were calm, and her eyes were facing Song Hanqing's dark and deep eyes.

His eyes were stained with a faint anger, and his brows and eyes were full of exhaustion. The faint light hit his face, making his facial features more rigid and his eyes colder.

Seeing Hua Mo approaching, he casually threw the cigarette butt in his hand aside, and strode towards her with a deep and hoarse voice, "Are you coming to work?"

Quietly, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his suit trousers, and his eyes soon stained with a smile.

Hua Mo's eyelashes fluttered, his eyes fell on his stubble-covered chin, and he smiled softly, "Boss Song is here to block me?"

"Don't you think it's disrespectful to me to not pay attention to my image? I'm going to work, so I won't invite Mr. Song to sit there. If Mr. Song thinks our KL entrance is more fragrant, it's okay to smoke here. What's in the way, but remember to go to our finance department to settle the venue fee later."

"Goodbye."

As Hua Mo said, he grabbed his Hermes handbag and strode towards the gate.

Song Hanqing's blood boiled all over his body, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He couldn't control himself, so he subconsciously reached out and grabbed Hua Mo's hand, pulling her hard, and pulled her into his car, and slammed the car door.

Hua Mo originally wanted to fight back, but because it was at the gate of KL, she was afraid that some bad rumors would spread and cause trouble, so she didn't struggle, and followed Song Hanqing into the car.

For four years, Song Hanqing's character has not changed a bit, he is still so selfish.

Song Hanqing started the car directly, and the car ran forward at the fastest speed.

Hua Mo was calm and relaxed, without any tension on her face, as if everything was under her control.

four years ago.

Four years of ups and downs in the business world, she has really changed a lot, she is no longer as obsequious as she was back then, and she is no longer in love with Song Hanqing as deeply as she was back then.

There is no love in my heart, only hate!

"Mr. Song, I have to remind you that there is a speed limit on this road. If you continue like this, the traffic police will come soon."

"If Mr. Song really has something to say to me, we can find a place to talk slowly. You probably haven't eaten breakfast yet! There is a good fried bun nearby, do you want to try it?"

Hua Mo turned his head, there was no warmth in his bright eyes, although there was a smile inside, it made Song Hanqing extremely uncomfortable.

but
Song Hanqing's chest was churning with warmth, his eagle eyes stared at Hua Mo, his throat seemed to be pinched by something, "Are you caring about me?"

"Hahaha." Hua Mo couldn't control himself and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Realizing that Hua Mo was laughing at himself, Song Hanqing instantly turned dark, "What are you laughing at?"

Hua Mo's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he couldn't hold back his smile, "Mr. Song, you really have a thick skin, comparable to a pig."

Song Hanqing: "."

He stared at Hua Mo, as if he didn't know her.

Is this the Hua Mo he knew?

Hua Mo was raised in a deep boudoir since he was a child, he has never experienced anything, he can't even swear at others, and every time he gets angry, he will only blush.

But now Huamo speaks "dirty" and doesn't even blink his eyes when he swears, and even his eyes are full of contempt, which is completely different from the submissiveness of the past.

Even when facing him, there is always a seeming coldness.

Hua Mo raised his eyes and glanced at Song Hanqing lightly, and commanded calmly, "Turn right at the intersection ahead."

Song Hanqing clenched his cheeks, and actually listened to her, and turned the steering wheel to the right.

She directed her to go back and forth, and finally stopped at a small, unhygienic pan fried bun stall.

Song Hanqing watched, subconsciously disgusted, and said with a gloomy face, "You want me to come here to eat?"

This store is small, and it looks dark inside, and the display in the store is also very shabby. At first glance, it looks like a store with substandard hygiene.

Hua Mo smiled lightly, calmly, "At this time, no one will come here, so they won't be photographed. Could it be that Mr. Song wants to be on the news?"

"The president of Qingtian Group and the vice president of KL, if the news spreads, is it slapping the face of Qingtian Group or me in the face of KL? Mr. Song can be shameless, but I can't be shameless."

Song Hanqing was silenced by Hua Mo.

Hua Mo walked over with his expression unchanged and greeted the boss to serve two plates of pan-fried buns.

Song Hanqing bit the bullet and followed in, and sat down opposite Hua Mo.

The pan-fried buns came up quickly, and Hua Mo pushed two baskets of pan-fried buns to Song Hanqing, "I've already had breakfast, and I'll leave these two servings for Mr. Song."

Song Hanqing's expression was cold.

Staring at the two baskets of fried buns in front of him, he suddenly thought of the two baskets of fried buns he and Hua Mo ate in K City four years ago.

I thought it was the last time they would eat together in this life.

But he never thought that God gave him another chance.
Hot and moist tears welled up in Song Hanqing's black eyes. He bit his cheek tightly, still picked up the chopsticks and stuffed the black fried bun into his mouth.

Hua Mo remained expressionless.

She knows the shop owner.

She just wanted to disgust Song Hanqing intentionally. She thought that with Song Hanqing's pride, he would definitely lose his face, but she never thought about it.
Hua Mo straightened his back, looked sideways at Song Hanqing from time to time, slowly tightened his slender fingers hanging on the table, his eyes fell on the tooth mark on Song Hanqing's tiger's mouth, and fell into deep thought.

That seems to be bitten by her?
While Song Hanqing was eating fried buns, his eyes fell on Hua Mo's wrist inadvertently.

There, there were two very eye-catching scars inexplicably on the place that was originally white and unmarked, but her tiger's mouth that was originally scarred was clean.

Isn't she Hua Mo?
This idea circled in Song Hanqing's mind.

Do not!
impossible!
She is obviously Hua Mo.

There can't be two people who look so similar in this world.

but
Except this face is similar to Hua Mo, there is no other place that matches Hua Mo.

Whether it is the location of the mole on the face, the location of the scar, or the behavior, the shape of the voice when speaking, they are all very different from Hua Mo.

Hua Mo pursed his red lips and looked sideways at Song Hanqing, "Mr. Song was waiting at my door in KL early in the morning. He must have something important to discuss with me."

"There's no one here now, Mr. Song, you can talk."

Song Hanqing didn't say a word, his eyes were fixed on Hua Mo with a stern look, and his eyes kept wandering around her, from her hair all the way down, and finally stopped at her chest.

She is wearing a beige business attire, black trousers on her lower body, a white shirt and a beige blazer on her upper body. The shirt is made of real silk and has a low cut, revealing her slender swan neck and fair skin .

Song Hanqing looked at her, his throat tightened, and when Hua Mo lost his mind, he suddenly leaned forward, grabbed Hua Mo's slender wrist with his big hand, and covered his thin lips.