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Su Momo remained silent. She didn't know what to say, and she even felt that a few words of thanks were more than enough.

"Then — I'll go up first."

She moved her feet and walked into the building.

Mu Feifan did not stop her either. Just as he said, he only looked at her and watched as her figure slowly disappeared from his sight.

Until the lights on the stairs were turned on, when Mu Feifan raised her head and saw Su Momo's figure standing by the window, she was also looking at him.

He waved his hand and smiled before getting into his car and driving away.

Only then did Su Momo let out a helpless sigh, and retreated back into the house, restlessly crawling up his hair.

"Su Momo, you really are a bastard."

She admitted that what she had done could be called a bastard. She was so cruel, so cruel. She wanted him to understand earlier because she wanted to tell him that they had broken up.

However, tonight, when she saw his appearance, she was even more at a loss for words. Or perhaps, she was too afraid to speak.

Mu Feifan was like a weak child, how could she dare to personally smash him?

When Tang Mohan opened the door and entered, the interior of the room was open wide, but Su Momo was still wearing the same set of clothes he had worn when he left the room.

His heart tightened. He thought that she was still in Su Li's room, so he didn't feel too good about it.

"Still angry?"

Su Momo shook his head, "Why should I be angry?" Then he smiled faintly.

Pushing his hand away, he got up and walked towards his bedroom.

As Tang Mohan watched her retreating figure, a deep and serene glint flashed across his black eyes. He stood up and followed behind her as they entered the room.

Su Momo was changing his clothes, but Tang Mohan's eyes were flashing faintly, and did not make a move.

"I'm going to take a shower first. I'm a bit tired today, so I don't need you to accompany me. I'm going to bed early."

Passing him, she walked out of the room and into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of flowing water could be heard.

You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry

Yes, why should she be angry? It was simply harming himself, so there was no benefit.

Tang Mohan's eyes darkened as he followed them in.

The hand that was rubbing her hair was held, and he took it, to help her wash it, while Su Momo closed his eyes, and slowly enjoyed the comfortable massage of his fingers.

"Comfortable?"

he asked in a low, hoarse voice.

"En!"

Su Momo responded, and then he pulled the spray head and slowly washed her.

After washing up, he carried her again and quietly stood in the shower.

"An Zhixing and I met seven years ago."

Su Momo did not say anything. She somewhat understood the conversation between the two earlier.

"At that time, he was more familiar with Susu and the two of them —" Tang Mohan paused, as if he was not planning to say this and was more worried about her reaction, "In short, seven years ago, he went to the United States for some reason. There was no contact since. "

Su Momo still did not react, but he was only sneering in his heart, as if what he said was equivalent to not saying anything.

"Mo Mo —" Tang Mohan's arm tightened, "I can't tell you some things, and it's not that I don't want to tell you, but those things are their pain and … "You just need to remember that I have a good heart for you."

"En!" She was still indifferent, her head resting against his chest. "You really don't need to explain to me. I don't want to know anything else, just that you haven't found another lover as my lover. You know, the body is basically a germaphobe. "

She spoke from the bottom of her heart and did not hide it. Because she really understood, the more she wanted to, the more sad she became.

Tang Mohan's face darkened, he did not know whether to be happy or angry. This awkward and stubborn girl was something he couldn't handle right now.

He pulled her away, lifted her chin, studied her expression, indifferent and calm.

With a sigh in his heart, he lowered his head and kissed her with a helpless smile, "Help me rub my back!"

Su Momo rolled his eyes, "You actually dare to let the financial backer rub your back?"

Tang Mohan laughed, but in his eyes... "Then I'll help you rub it."

"No!"

She turned around. "I've already finished washing. You can do it yourself."

But before he could take a step forward, he was already pulled over, tightly holding onto his chest.

"You are already forty years old. You should restrain everything you do. Take it easy!"

Su Momo smirked, and advised.

However, she really didn't know what the untouchable pain point of a man was.

When he said that, Tang Mohan's face darkened, and asked sinisterly: "You think I'm old?"

"No, I —" When she saw his expression and the danger in his eyes, she wanted to hurriedly deny it, but her mouth was gagged …

Even indulgence was not good. Su Momo told himself.

Su Momo laughed maliciously. She would not dare to speak to him like this ever again in front of him.

Frowning, Su Momo thought for a moment before calling for a courier. He quickly passed over the paper he prepared yesterday to Tang Mohan. Then she sent him a text message, which read: "I'll quickly present you with a surprise."