The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex - Chapter 3 : Waiting for him to return

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The night was getting dark.

Without the noise and firecrackers of the festival, everything returned to the normal tranquility of the night. The snowflakes still fell silently, and there was already a thick layer of snow on the ground.

The Mo family villa is extremely quiet at this moment, Li Qin and the two maids in the family have fallen asleep. Only the second-floor master bedroom in the entire room is still lit.

He Xiyan was busy living alone in the room. She took out a set of dark blue high-grade tencel four-piece suits and replaced the sheets and quilts that had been covered for ten days.

His husband, Mo Yixuan, has a serious fetishism. He hates seeing anything that is not clean and untidy, even a hair on the ground. He will hate it and look disgusting. So she cleans her bedroom every day.

After laying the sheets, she went to the bathroom and found a rag, and wiped the cupboard near the bed and the coffee table near the sofa clean and spotless. After scrubbing, she carefully checked the floor in the room, including the bathroom, etc., and picked up the few hairs she had fallen off.

The door of the room was pushed open.

The man who came in was wearing a well-fitting black suit, with long straight legs and a figure that was comparable to that of a male model in fashion. His face was also very delicate, with dark eyes like night, tall nose bridges, thin lips, and elegant yet Cold as snow falling outside.

"cough……"

He put his hand to his lips and coughed twice, a small voice, but it still reached the woman's ear.

He Xiyan turned around and looked up to meet the man's black eyes without wind and snow.

"Yixuan ..." She called out sweetly, and the corner of her mouth burst into a smile. Reaching out, she habitually removed the black blazer from the man, and also patted the gray layer that might fall on it.

"It's cold outside." She shook the man's hand, and it was colder than her own.

"Wait a minute, I'll help you put in water, and a hot bath won't be cold." She said with concern, turning and heading towards the bathroom. But as soon as she took a step, her hand was pulled.

The man's hand was much larger than her hand, the big hand held the small hand, and a familiar warmth passed at the fingertips.

"I'm hungry, Yan Yan ..." The man said suddenly, his voice was low and distant, and a cold face finally got a little expression.

"Okay, I'll get you a bowl of noodles to eat, wait a minute."

He Xiyan went to the bed and picked up the remote control of the air conditioner to increase the temperature of the room by two degrees. Turning around, he quickly ran to the kitchen on the first floor.

The bedroom suddenly quieted down, and the man narrowed his eyes darkly, and then opened it with an imperceptible agitation. He glanced at the room that was too familiar to him. The room was clean and tidy, spotless, without even a single strand of hair, just as three years ago.

His eyes turned again, and he saw a piece of clothes still hanging on the sofa, which was a big trench coat, which was just right for the clothes he is wearing now. The slender fingers picked up the piece of clothing, and he unrolled it and put it on his body.

Soon his body warmed a lot.

A familiar announcement sounded, and the silence in the room was broken.

The man took out the phone from his pocket, and gloomy eyes glanced at the message displayed on the screen.

It seemed irritable again, he turned off the screen directly. But that voice came again, one after another, sending out five or six messages.

Pulling out the phone again, he squeezed his lips tightly, and quickly tapped a few words on it to send it over. Then I turned off the phone and dropped it on the sofa.

As soon as He Xiyan came in, she saw her husband's information anxiously holding his mobile phone.

She opened her mouth and turned pale.

How many times is this? Why does anyone want to send him a message every time he comes back recently?