Chapter 845

In the dark living room, Mo Liancheng's angular cheek becomes indistinct, and the dense smoke empties everything in front of him. The moment he turned to Mu Qingqing, it was like an illusion in a dream and gradually became a reality.

Mu Qingqing took back some dull eyes and fell on the document on the tea table, "what is it?"

Mo Liancheng didn't look at Mu Qingqing from the beginning to the end. The appearance made her feel entangled in life and death. Without hesitation, she bent down to pick up the kraft paper bag on the table and quickly and flexibly loosened the winding coil.

Inside, there was a thick stack of paper, and the needle tips of small letters generally penetrated into Mu Qingqing's eyes. It was so painful that people could suffocate in almost minutes.

"Are you kidding?" Mu Qingqing slammed the document on the table with a shrill sound, which broke the sky of the cold night.

As for the eye-catching legal provisions at the back of the document, Mu Qingqing did not have the heart to read them one by one. From the beginning to the end, she just kept flashing a few big words on the title on the first page.

Divorce agreement.

Yes, moliancheng. Isn't that just a joke. They have been registered in Ireland. This is a trap that has been implicated in their life and death. Mu Qingqing has accepted his life and everything is irreversible. On this matter, when Mu Qingqing was holding on to the tip of the ox horn, she did not know how many lawyers she had sought and how many methods she had studied, but she failed to solve the problem.

But at present, Mo Liancheng is so easy to say that he wants to divorce. To Mu Qingqing's ears, this is simply farce.

"I hope it's a joke, too. Sign it. I'll give you the freedom you want." Murian city's voice was gloomy, and it was seared into the deep ice in the darkness, and fell endlessly into the bottom of the valley.

"Please make it clear to me that we are not in Ireland..." Mu Qingqing's pair of crescent eyebrows were twisted into a knot by the doubts in her heart. The feeling at this moment is hard to express. If there is a big difference, it must be negative and occupy the majority.

Mo Liancheng knew what Mu Qingqing wanted to ask, so she interrupted her words coldly, "no, we didn't register marriage in Ireland at all. I didn't send the documents you signed that day to the appointment registration office for registration..."

"what..."

Mu Qingqing just felt that her legs were weak, and she was like the hand of Mo Liancheng Line puppet, in a beautiful name called love circus, round and round, scarred, tired.

"Why are you lying to me? Isn't that why you've worked so hard to take me to Ireland? Why didn't you hand in the papers? Why! "

Mu Qingqing asked a lot of questions in one breath, but the doubts in her heart were more than these.

Mo Liancheng's throat twists and turns, and he bites his teeth, and his cheek gradually twists and turns. His magnetic voice goes around and around in such a big house for a long time.

"It doesn't matter. Thank you for helping me to be selfish these days."

"Qing Qing, when I was at the gate of the Irish registry, it was the most difficult moment in my life.

I really want to go in and put you in jail, even if it is torture each other for a lifetime, as long as you can be by my side, it is enough.

But in the past, I can't think of the past as transparent, as if nothing has happened. I've been selfish for too long. I know that if I really walk in, it's really the end of our relationship... "

when Mu Qingqing listened to Mo Liancheng's words, he couldn't see his face clearly. His heart was violently pulled up, and then released heavily, falling into the endless abyss.

As for the game between himself and moliancheng, what Mu Qingqing fears most is the weakness of moliancheng. Even if it is a close match, even if it is in the sky, it is better than the extremely oppressive tug at the moment, which makes people hard to breathe.

"In that case, no divorce."

"We... Have not been married at all..." the tone of Mu Qingqing has a cold sense of loss. It is undeniable that three months ago, her mother was still trying her best to get rid of moliancheng. But when the expectation turned into reality, she didn't feel happy at all. This is really strange.

Mo Liancheng hooked the corner of his lips. The arc formed by the rigid pulling was not like a smile, but rather like a struggle. "It's what you said. Life needs a sense of ceremony. Since we say goodbye, we should do it well.

Although we don't need to go through the procedure of divorce legally, I have arranged some things. I have transferred some properties under my name to your name.

There are also some property division, can give, I will not be stingy. Can't give you love, at least I will do my best to ensure that you have nothing to worry about in this life.

But in the future, it may not be better than the present conditions. You should take good care of yourself. "

Mo Liancheng's tone is a little low, tired like a wounded beast, he just want to find a place where no one is alone to lick the wound.

"I think you know all about the company. In the past, maybe I have forced to retain your position, at least I can tell you, I can give you others must not be able to do.But now, I really don't have confidence. I don't know what else I can do except let you go

Mo Liancheng grinned bitterly and fell into Mu Qingqing's soft heart word by word.

This man has been domineering for more than 20 years. Even if he is wrong, even if he is blatantly selfish, he can still hold the woman's hand without letting go. Even Mu Qingqing thought that he could not escape from the palm of Mo Liancheng all his life.

But now, this man broke property, was removed by the company, frozen shares. For a man, it is no doubt that he will lose his armor on the battlefield. He will no longer be able to protect his beloved woman, so he chooses to push the other side away.

Mo Lian Cheng, Mo Lian Cheng, you are a man who loves and hates his bones. He is poisonous...

Mu Qingqing choked his throat, raised his hand and tore up the document in front of him. The flying scraps of paper were scattered in the air wantonly. Mo Liancheng this just incredible look to Mu Qing Qing, at least her this move, Mo Liancheng even did not think of, even dare not think about.

After a series of actions in one go, Mu Qingqing, without half a minute's hesitation, goes through the messy scraps of paper and pours at Molian city.

"If you want me to go, I'll go. Then I'll lose face. I won't go! You don't have money. I have! You are the father of the child, don't you mean to let go

Mu Qingqing clings to moliancheng, adding to his strength.