Chapter 2291 - Going Abroad (7)
The 99th Divorce
However, when he saw the happiness on Li Jianyueâs face, all words disappeared in his mouth.
Li Jianyue sniffled. Although there were still tears on her face, her relaxed look was obviously different from before.
Li Mosen opened his mouth and tried to say something but didnât.
He turned around and said in a light tone, âDonât think too much. I thought it was just a small matter. â
Li Jianyue was completely relieved. She was very upset. âYes, this is impossible. Iâm so stupid. Woo... â
Li Mosenâs heart was hurt again.
He couldnât stay any longer. He forced himself to say, âTake a shower and go to bed early. Iâm leaving. â
âOkay. â
When Mosen came out, he moved very quickly.
Just out of sight of Li Jianyue, his eyes reddenedand his plams were trembling slightly.
Li Mosen raised his head and saw Li Jianqian.
Gazing at Li Mosen, Li Jianqian was silent for a moment. He said, âWhat happened? â
âNothing, â Li Mosen casually said and then prepared to leave.
Li Jianqian said, âIt seems not like nothing happened.. Letâs talk. â
âI said, nothing! â Li Mosenâs tone was slightly low, with displeasure and warning.
Li Jianqian was stunned.
It seemed that Mosenâs temper was much worse than he had imagined.
He had never seen him lose his temper since he was young, so it was just that they hadnât met.
Li Jianqian shook his head. âDad is calling you. â
Li Mosen paused.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âI donât know whatâs going on, but by the looks of Dad, itâs not like heâs looking for you to gossip.â
Li Mosenâs eyes darkened as he looked at Li Jianqian.
Li Jianqian spread his hands.
Li Mosen pursed his lips even tighter. He strode toward the direction of the study.
Li Sicheng was indeed there.
Su Qianci was writing in the study, holding a brush, and her handwriting was gentle and beautiful.
Li Sicheng was right next to her, grinding it for her. At a glance, he looked like a couple in a painting.
Su Qianci smiled, her face like Li Jianyueâs with a gentle glow. When she saw Li Mosen, she said, âMosen is here. â
Li Sicheng looked at Li Mosen, and the gentleness on his face disappeared. He looked at Li Mosen and closed his head.
Li Mosen walked in and said, âDad, mom. â
Su Qianci put down the pen and took the initiative to step aside. She carefully pinched the two horns of the calligraphy and let it blow in the air. The ink quickly dried.
Sitting in the main seat, Li Sicheng asked casually, âDid you argue with Ersu? â
âNo.â Li Mosen was obviously a little depressed.
How could he not look like this.
Li Sicheng did not care and picked up the inkstone for Su Qianci. However, he heard Li Mosen say, âDad, I have thought about it. â
Li Sicheng and Su Qianci both looked over in surprise.
Li Mosen seemed to be struggling, with pain in his eyes. He opened his mouth as if he could not make up his mind, but in the end, he closed his eyes as if he had made a decision and said, âI am willing to go abroad. â
Li Sicheng looked at him deeply and said, âHave you decided yet?â
Su Qianciâsâs gentle gaze, which had originally contained a smile, turned to worry. She subconsciously looked at her husband.
Li Sicheng looked at Li Mosen without saying anything.
Li Mosen struggled, but he did not have the courage to say.
He did not want to.