With the reconciliation between Luo Mingxuan and Yu Jingzhou, the atmosphere in the box finally relaxed a lot.

Xiao Zichen suppressed his anger and drank a large glass of wine. Originally, he wanted to announce to the friends in front of him that he was out of the sea of ​​suffering, but now, he actually didn't want to say it.

On the second floor of the villa where Mo Yurou lived in Haotianju, it was already past eleven o'clock at night. Wu Ma, who had gone back to her room to rest early, heard the constant noises upstairs, so she put on some clothes and went upstairs.

In the master bedroom, which is the largest in the villa, Mo Yurou hasn't rested since she went upstairs.

At this time, several large suitcases lay scattered on the open space in the bedroom.

When Wu Ma opened the door and walked in, Mo Yurou was walking out of the dressing room holding a pile of clothes.

"Miss, what are you doing? If you want to pack your things, just tell me. You don't have to do it yourself."

As Wu Ma said this, she glanced at the pile of men's suits on the bed and sighed silently.

Mo Yurou and Xiao Zichen have been married for more than a year, but they have been sleeping in separate rooms since their wedding night. Mo Yurou has always reserved the largest master bedroom for Xiao Zichen, but over the past year, Xiao Zichen has spent the night here in total.

Not even for a month.

When they first got married, this room was almost filled with Mo Yurou's clothes, but on the second day of the wedding, Mo Yurou took some changes of clothes and moved them to the guest room.

After that, there were fewer and fewer women's clothes here, but there were more and more men's clothes. It wasn't that Xiao Zichen bought them himself, but that Mo Yurou went to the counter every week to select them for Xiao Zichen.

Over the past year, the dressing room in this room has been filled with men's clothing, ranging from socks and underwear to formal suits for dinners. But if you look carefully, 90% of the clothes in this room have never been worn.

Seeing Mo Yurou carefully folding the shirts one by one, Wu's mother wanted to step forward to help, but Mo Yurou stopped her.

"Wu Ma, you go and rest! I'll do it myself."

"Miss, why are you doing this? My uncle is already like this. What's the use of doing this?"

Wu Ma also felt sorry for her young lady. They were husband and wife after all in the past. No matter how cold Xiao Zichen was, Wu Ma couldn't say anything.

But now that the marriage is over, she really can't bear to see her young lady continue to torture her.

Mo Yurou's hands shook, then she raised her head and looked at Wu's mother, smiling slightly.

"Wu Ma, I'm fine. You have to start everything well and end well. Zi Chen has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. If these clothes are not folded flat, I'm afraid he will throw them away if he takes them. After all, I paid for these clothes.

, it was never worn once and was thrown away, which is a pity.”

After saying that, Mo Yurou continued to fold the clothes in her hands. After a while, she seemed to have thought of something and said again.

"Wu Ma, there is no need to call him uncle from now on. I know you have been wronged this year."

"Miss, I am not wronged. I just feel sorry for you. He is not worthy of you. If it weren't for your persuasion, miss, I would not..."

"Okay, Mother Wu, there are some things you don't need to mention anymore."

Before Wu Ma could finish speaking, Mo Yurou stopped her, her tone was rare and serious, even a bit majestic.

Wu Ma was stunned, but after thinking about it, she couldn't help but say.

"Miss, you don't deserve to be wronged like this."

Mo Yurou retracted her serious expression, sighed sadly, looked at the only photo of them on the bedside, and said something.

"So now I have helped him and let myself go. I will not be wronged again in the future."

After hearing this, Wu Ma wanted to say something, but when she saw Mo Yurou's sad eyes looking at the photo, she couldn't bear to make her sad anymore and left the master bedroom silently.

Mo Yurou looked at the photo on the bedside. She asked Fu Yusheng to secretly take it on their wedding day.

The marriage of the Mo and Xiao families should have been a sensational event in Luo City, but for such a grand wedding, they didn't even have a wedding photo.

In the photo, Mo Yurou smiles extremely sweetly. On the wedding day, Mo Yurou really felt that she was so close to happiness.

At that time, Mo Yurou knew that Xiao Zichen did not love her, but she thought that after being together for a long time, Xiao Zichen would discover her own strengths and beauty and fall in love with her.

But in the end, Xiao Zichen never gave himself a chance to get to know Mo Yurou. If Mo Yurou hadn't threatened her on their wedding night, Xiao Zichen would have planned to move out of Haotianju the next day.

Mo Yurou was busy until about four o'clock in the morning, and finally packed up all the things that belonged to Xiao Zichen.

I remember that when they got married, Xiao Zichen only brought a suitcase to move in, but now, she actually packed up eight large suitcases, which shows that Mo Yurou really put a lot of thought into Xiao Zichen.

After a busy night, Mo Yurou's body was very tired, but her heart was not tired at all. She just felt empty, probably because she thought about doing something for this man for the last time.

When leaving the master bedroom, Mo Yurou took away the photo frame. Although it was broken easily last night, when she really wanted to put it down completely, she still wanted to keep something as a souvenir.

After returning to her room, Mo Yurou fell asleep. When she woke up again, she was awakened by the rapid sound of her cell phone.

"Hello, who's there?"

Mo Yurou took the phone in a daze, without looking at the caller ID, and spoke vaguely with her eyes closed.

"Miss, it's me, Jiang Yucheng, have you read today's news?"

"News? What's going on?"

Mo Yurou was mostly awake when she heard the other party's name. Jiang Yucheng, the assistant to the president of Yaohua Group, Mo Yurou's father, and the person whom Mo Zhenye trusted most during his lifetime, had been with Mo Zhenye since he graduated from college.

It’s been eight years in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Yucheng usually wouldn't contact Mo Yurou unless it was a matter related to Yaohua Group. Now hearing this tone, he was afraid that something big had happened.

"Miss, Madam is convening a shareholders' meeting at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. You have to prepare early. Madam has been visiting the company's major shareholders in the past two days."

When Jiang Yucheng said this, Mo Yurou's face suddenly turned cold and she sat up from the bed.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you Brother Jiang for informing me. Brother Jiang, I still need your help to keep an eye on the company's affairs. If anything happens, let's call."

"Miss, this is what I should do. If it's okay, I'll hang up first."

The phone was hung up and Mo Yurou got out of bed.

Her room has a large floor-to-ceiling window. Standing in front of the window, you can see the high-rise buildings in the city center not far away. The tallest building among them is the headquarters of the Mohist Yaohua Group, which has become the symbol of Los Angeles in recent years.

Landmark building.

After being obsessed with love for a year, Mo Yurou almost forgot that she was a top student who graduated with a master's degree in business administration.

In the past twenty years, even though her father married a new wife and gave birth to a son and a daughter, her status in Mo Zhenye's heart has never wavered. This is not because she is Mo Zhenye's eldest daughter, but also because

Her business talent.
Chapter completed!