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Mo Tinyue went back to her room, took off her coat, and went to the cloakroom.

Unexpectedly, he saw the image of Qiao Anxia.

She walked up to him with a sweet smile while carrying an exquisite tailored suit. "Ting Yue, I designed a suit for you. Why don't you try it?"

It's her again! Why was it her again!?

The coat that was tightly clenched in her hand suddenly smashed towards her. Mo TIngyue angrily turned around, but Qiao Anxia's face constantly appeared in her mind …

"Ting Yue, happy birthday ~"

"Ting Yue, I love you."

"Ting Yue …"

He held his forehead and shook it vigorously, trying to stop thinking about Joanna.

However, that woman whom he had never cared about before was deeply ingrained in his mind, and he was unable to get rid of her no matter how hard he tried.

He walked out of the cloakroom and collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

He closed his eyes, but Johann still appeared in front of him.

There seemed to be a faint fragrance coming from her body on this bed. Suddenly, her disappointed, despairing, and haggard little face appeared before his eyes — —

"Mo Tinyue, you treat me like that. You have no conscience!"

"I'm crazy to marry you!"

"Let's get divorced!"

Every word she said was a shock to his ears.

Suddenly!

He saw Joanna on this bed being drained of blood.

Her pale face seemed to gradually dry up, haggard to the point of being indescribable. Her appearance was as if she was suffering from a serious illness, and her appearance was extremely heartbreaking.

His heart clenched and the doctor's voice rang out,

"Miss Qiao, she's in shock …"

Mo Tinyue suddenly sat up.

His heart was actually in excruciating pain.

She was everywhere.

Feeling extremely disgusted, he slammed his clenched fist onto the bed.

Everything was due to him!

It was all a punishment she deserved!

He continued to numb himself, wanting to suppress the pain in his heart.

He walked in front of the wine shelf. Under the moonlight, his lonely figure seemed to be a bit frail.

He opened a bottle of wine for himself and gulped it down …

"Ting Yue …"

"Ting Yue …"

Why was it her voice again?

Did that woman hate him to this extent?

He refused to let him go even in his dreams.

Mo TIngyue frowned and rubbed her glabella in pain before opening her eyes with great difficulty.

A worried little face appeared in front of his eyes. Her slightly cold fingertip was smeared with ointment, and she was carefully treating the medicine on his badly mutilated hand.

The cold feeling gently spread over his wound, the pain was soothing and very comfortable.

But the person in front of him was that damnable woman, Joanna.

He subconsciously flung her hand away, his voice cold. "Why are you still here?"

The person in front of him was lying on the floor in a bottle, but he didn't seem to mind at all. His gaze was still fixated on the mangled flesh of his hands.

"Ting Yue, you are injured."

She walked over and worriedly held his hand. Her soft breath landed on his wound, as if magic could ease the pain.

"None of your business." With a look of disgust, Mo Tinyue shook off her hand and rubbed the space between her eyebrows.

As if she could not detect his disgust, she stuck onto him like dog skin ointment, blowing on his wounds with a gentle smile, "Ting Yue, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I've missed you. Why don't you let me stay here for a while? I want to see you. I want to make sure it's quiet and won't disturb you. "

She said... She missed him …

In that instant, something in Mo Tinyue's heart seemed to collapse, shattering his defensive line bit by bit.

She suddenly stretched out her hand and slowly touched that gentle smile, but at that instant, her figure disappeared like a wisp of smoke — —

"Johann!"

Suddenly awoken from his stupor, he opened his eyes wide. The sunlight from the window made him uncomfortable and he could not help but extend his hand to block it.

Mo TIngyue rubbed her temples, which were aching slightly, and her vision returned to normal.

The bloody skin of his right hand hurt a lot under the sunlight.

He retracted his hand and looked at the already scabbed flesh. There were no traces of ointment on it. He was stunned and looked around for something.

He found that the room was empty. He sat on the carpet beside the bed and slept all night. There was no trace of her around him, and his heart had also become empty.

Sweeping her eyes over the numerous wounds left on her bones, Mo Tinyue let out a self-deprecating laugh.

So it was just a dream …

At this moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard in the corridor outside the door, followed by the sound of a servant knocking on the door. "Sir, breakfast is ready."

"Got it."

"En." Mo TIngyue responded. She helped herself up from the bed and glanced at the wedding photo of him and Qiao Anxia on the wall next to the bed. Her eyes were dark and cold.

Staring at her shining cheeks, the corner of her lips curled up into a smile that was not a smile. "Do you think this is the end …"

Turning around with a smile, Mo Tinyue strode across the wine bottles on the floor. Her tall back was proud and aloof.

You want to shake me off and be with Mo Han City?

Dream on!

Mo TIngyue walked into the dining room, reeking of alcohol. The gloomy atmosphere around him filled the entire villa, making it quieter and more depressing than usual.

He felt so stifled that he was about to suffocate.

Mo TIngyue only sat in her own seat for less than two minutes before she felt as though a century had passed.

He ate his breakfast quietly. The servants beside him could tell that Mo Tinyue was not in a good mood. They were all so frightened that they didn't even dare to breathe.

It was at this moment that Mo Tingyue opened her mouth as if she was used to it, "Qiao Anxia, pour me a cup of water."

Instantly, the atmosphere in the restaurant seemed to freeze, becoming extremely stiff.

Even he himself was stunned. He subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the empty space opposite him, and his heart started to become agitated for some unknown reason.

"Sir, let me pour for you."

Upon seeing this, Sister Qin hurriedly stepped forward and poured a cup of water for him.

He originally thought that the tense atmosphere would be relieved, but Mo Tinyue's breakfast tasted like chewing wax. The more he ate, the more he missed the taste he had gotten used to. His expression gradually became extremely gloomy.

He threw a heavy punch onto the table without any warning.

"Who made breakfast today! It's so bad to eat it! "

"Clang!" With a sound, he smashed the glass cup on the table with a punch, causing it to fall down and crumble to the ground with a crackling sound!

The commotion caused the chefs in the kitchen to run out, trembling. "Sir, isn't today's breakfast to your taste?"

"Scram!"

Without batting an eyelid, Mo Tingyue's cold shout scared away the chef. His gaze was still staring hatefully at Qiao Anxia's location.

She looked at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, which had been meticulously cooked by the chefs.

But the only thing missing was his wife's heart.

You must be missing your wife...

Sister Qin led the servants in quietly cleaning up the broken glass on the ground before retreating.

At this time, Mo Tinyue's underlings hurriedly rushed into the restaurant to report.

"Young master, we found a suitable blood source in the country, but it was controlled by the second young master."

"There's also the Jade Water Bay project in Y country. Before the Ascendant group signed the contract, they reneged on their promise and cooperated with M.S. This resulted in heavy losses for the company. There are also a few important partnerships in Europe that were stolen by M.S."

Mo TIngyue's mood was already extremely bad. After hearing this news, she became even more agitated. Her face was gloomy and frightening. She slammed her palm on the table and coldly roared: "If you steal it, then get it back!"