When Ning'an's emotions calmed down, the sky was getting darker.

With Xiaoduo's helplessness, Ning An decided to leave early tomorrow morning, and she was reluctant to part with Xiaoduo.

When Mo Xiu was not at home, the kitchen dinner would be much simpler. Ning An and Xiaoduo made dumplings together, and Xiaoduo made a lot of stuffing.

"Sister An An, you have such good skills. You must be very virtuous at home. It is very happy to marry your man." Xiao Duo saw that the dumplings made by Ning An looked very beautiful.

Ning An sneered, not knowing how to answer Xiaoduo.

"Sister An An, is your daughter very beautiful? You look so beautiful, the little girl must look like you." Xiaoduo was very talkative, "It's a pity that I can't see the photos. It would be great if I could see you again in the future."

"I will meet you if you are destined to do it."

They made dumplings and had supper together.

Xiaoduo is a chatterbox. Ning An is not bored when she stays with her. She talks and laughs and is very happy.

When she came, she had nothing, and when she left, Xiaoduo gave her a lot of things, but she refused to accept it, Xiaoduo would be unhappy.

She slept very early that night.

She heard the sound of insects in the night of the Mo family for a long time. From the beginning to the familiarity of the present, she felt a little insomnia at night.

She no longer thought about the secret she discovered during the day. Even if Song Shaoyan was still alive, they had already divorced.

From the moment of divorce, they had no intersection.

Perhaps only she knows the secret that Song Shaoyan is still alive.

In the middle of the night, Ning An was awakened by the sound of a car.

She turned over and was about to continue sleeping when she suddenly heard a crisp laugh like a silver bell, a woman's laughter. Accompanied by this laughter was Mo Xiu's low and hoarse voice and the sound of a wheelchair rubbing against the ground, mixed with the sound of a woman's high heels.

Ning'an's room is not far from Mo Xiu's room.

It was late at night and she heard it very clearly.

She turned over again and frowned.

Mo Xiu is back?

The night was too cramped, and Ning An lost sleep after being woken up. He tossed and turned, and could not sleep no matter how hard he was.

I don’t know if it was too late at night or the woman’s voice was too loud. She could hear the woman’s laughter in her room. Maybe it was something fun Mo Xiu told her, and she smiled cheerfully and happily.

Soon, the sound of water in the bathroom was heard again.

Ning An didn't sleep soundly, and she didn't know if she was going to leave tomorrow.

"Mr. Mo, are my pajamas beautiful?" The woman's voice was enchanting and charming. "Do men all like black lace? Does Mr. Mo like it too?"

Mo Xiu's voice was low, and Ning'an couldn't hear it.

"Mr. Mo will joke. I will only wear these pajamas for Mr. Mo to see them alone."

"Mr. Mo... you have such a good figure... I'll take off your shirt?" The woman's voice was particularly angry, as sexy as a nightingale. "Mr. Mo, it's not the first day we've been to bed. Are you satisfied with my performance in bed? Have you played something else today..."

A sound that was unbearable came, Ning An covered his ears and curbed his disgusting feeling.

Unexpectedly, a few years later, Song Shaoyan's romantic nature has not changed. He used to be Gu Huiyin, but now he is another woman.

Song Shaoyan has always been a hypocrite and a real villain.

Ning An covered her ears, but she still heard the moans of the woman in Mo Xiu's room: "Well...ah..."

"Mo, Mr. Mo..."

"Slow, slower... can't stand it anymore... slower... Mo, Mr. Mo... is great..."
Chapter completed!