The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

Qiao Yaruan finished the meal with a few mouthfuls, and then put the lunch box on the table. "Go, buy some food, and the supermarket downstairs has a new kind of bread, which is said to be delicious."

Shui Anluo was dragged down by her, could not help frowning: "Aren't you eating?"

"Will you eat half?" Qiao Yaruan said, rolling his eyes and pulling Shui Anluo out. There was Xinle here, and she didn't want to say something.

The two went downstairs to buy bread, went for a walk in the grove, and then listened to Shui Anluo talking.

"So, do you mean that President Chu is testing you?" Qiao Yaruan sat down on the stone bench, watching Shui Anluo, who also sat down.

"Yes, I don't like this feeling, and I don't understand why he did it?" Shui Anluo said as he scooped bread.

"Is President Chu worried?" Qiao Yaruan said puzzledly. "But it's not right. President Chu has always been only a woman, so there is no need to worry about your love for him."

Shui Anluo heard Qiao Yaruan's words and looked at her incredibly.

Chu always worried?

Will he?

"I don't know, anyway, I don't want to go back today. Since he asked me to go to my brother, I won't go back." Shui Anluo lay on the stone table and said muffledly.

Qiao Yaruan sighed slightly and just wanted to say something, but when she saw the person behind Shui Anluo, her mouth twitched slightly. Was this a fate?

"Brother," Qiao Yaruan said, and got up quickly.

Shui Anluo looked up at her with a puzzled look, thinking she was joking, but when she saw her gaze, she couldn't help looking back.

Mo Luyi still wore a black suit, with his hands behind his back. Although Qiao Yaruan talked to him, his eyes were on Shui'anluo.

Shui Anluo got up, and the hands behind her could not help but pull the table, "Brother."

Mo Luzhen nodded slightly, and finally looked at Qiao Yaruan, "I have something to say with Luoluo, you go back first."

Qiao Yaruan smiled, gave Shui Anluo a look of his own care, and then turned to leave.

Shui Anluo smiled a little awkwardly, she wanted to tell President Chu that this was an accident.

Mo Luyu sat down at the table, "Don't you want to see me so?"

"No." Shui Anlu bowed his head and sat down again.

"Luo Luo, what kind of person do you think Qiao Huihe is?" Mo Luyi asked suddenly.

Shui Anluo was thinking about this issue with bread. She didn't have much contact with Qiao Hui, but she still knew her.

"Very good," Shui Anluo said conservatively.

"Okay?" Mo Luchi sneered, "Good enough to get her own daughter to marry someone she doesn't like?"

Shui Anluo looked up at the gloomy man, "Are you sure, was the old lady forcing your mother to marry?"

After Shui Anluo asked, Mo Luyan's face became somber, and finally he clenched his head in pain, but the fact was that his mother volunteered.

Shui Anluo looked at him as if he knew the answer.

"Brother, this—"

"Shui Anluo!"

Shui Anluo had just lifted his hand to comfort Mo Luyu, but the cold voice of Chu Muyi rang.

Shui'anluo shuddered suddenly, and was pulled up before she could react. Her arm hurt, and she stood behind the muddy wings after a sting.

Mo Lu stood up, frowning at Chu Muyi, "you hurt her."

"That has nothing to do with you, Mo Luyu, your life is yours. Don't hope anyone can share for you, even if there is, that person is not her." Chu Qiyi said coldly, and then directly Pulled Shui Anluo away.