e would have probably slumped to the floor long ago.“Big brother——mmh—— ” She gasped for breath, and as he gave her space to catch it, she couldn't help but pant softly, “Don’t kiss me! Mmhh——”Why can...When it came to "that man," Tong Yimo's mind suddenly flashed to Leng Yeshen.

She ignored him for three days, giving him the cold shoulder. Every time he walked to her door, the sliver of light under it would darken. After he paused for a moment and left, the slit would brighten again.

"Xiao Wei, you...really can't bear it Am I neglecting you" Tong Yimo asked, implying something else.

"If I could have another chance, I would definitely be able to withstand your indifference."

When it comes to "starting a cold war," Tong Yimo has an absolute 100% win rate.

She could do it, not even picking up his calls, sleeping in separate rooms from him, even if they lived under the same roof she wouldn't acknowledge him.

He would rather she have a big fight with him than go cold war. At least, in the end, after they fought it out, she'd be the first to apologize and compromise.

But if she gave him the cold shoulder, and he didn't take the initiative to break the ice, she would forever be stuck in this stalemate, ignoring him completely, as if he were just air.

In the past, he would worry and be troubled by this, even finding her boring.

Now, he had no opportunity to fret over her, to be bothered by her, or to find her dull anymore.

But right now, Tong Yimo's mind was filled with the thought, would Leng Yeshen also be unable to bear her coldness

Shouldn't she fix this bad habit of hers

But actually, every time she got into a cold war, she just needed someone to comfort her.

Xiao Wei was unwilling to coax her, even Leng Yechen probably wouldn't want to either!

After all, they are brothers, their personalities should be similar.

Otherwise, during these three days, why did Leng Ye Chen only stay outside her door every time and not take the initiative to speak to her

Hold on! How did she even think of going onto Leng Yechen's body!

Tong Yimo immediately pulled her thoughts back, holding the spatula and stir-frying the vegetables in the pot.

A plate of dried-spiced string beans and a plate of fish-fragrant eggplant, two vegetarian dishes were served on the table.

He and she sat at the rickety wooden table beside the stove, each holding their own bowl of white rice, eating quietly.

This scene, this feeling, it's as if I've been transported back to my youth.

Grandma sat between them, facing him. She was happily eating the food Grandma had made.

Now that they're grown, sitting across from each other at this rickety dining table again, they don't look like divorced spouses at all. Instead, they resemble relatives who haven't seen each other in ages.

"Mo Mo, do you hate me" Leng Zhujing asked deeply.

Tong Yimo nodded, then shook her head slightly: "Love can indeed breed hatred, but... once you understand it, you won't hate it anymore. Perhaps it's because I'm too lazy to hate! It's meaningless and not good for myself."

In the days after she received her divorce papers, she did hate him. She hid here, washing her face with tears every day. After feeling heartbroken for him, she became numb, crying until there were no more tears left. But it couldn't change the fact that he already had a child with another woman.

So, she figured it out, letting go of the hatred, yet still hoping he would return to her side.

But such hopes were utterly shattered by Ji Siyan's email.

That day, in the rain, through the storefront window of a bridal shop, she saw him accompanying Ji Siyan and Xiao Shangxuan as they chose wedding dresses. At that moment, her heart shattered completely.

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A woman who has been hurt will never easily give her heart away again and will have some resistance to love.

She resisted not only Leng Yechen, but also his coldness.

"Are you trying to tell me that you can live well without me" Leng Zhujing lowered his eyes, unable to meet Tong Yimo's gaze.

Tong Yimo slowly shoved rice into her mouth. In fact, her stomach was hungry, but the rice in her mouth felt like chewing wax.

It wasn't that she lost her appetite because of Leng Zuo Jing's words, but rather a sense of unease lingered in her heart, though she couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

"Mo Mo, are you listening to me" Seeing Tong Yi Mo silent for a long time, Leng Zhu Jing increased his tone and raised his voice.

Tong Yimo only then came to her senses, replying, "I will be better off."

Suddenly, the cold midday scene fell silent.

After three days of contemplation, Leng Yechen finally couldn't remain calm.

She could certainly do it, ignoring him for three days, even avoiding him completely.

But, he couldn't do it.

For him, those three days felt like an eternity.

Today, he absolutely had to drag that girl out of the room!

Before returning home, he drove out of his way to the flower shop.

The flower shop owner saw a luxury car parked in front of her shop. A man even more handsome and dashing than the male stars on TV got out of the car. She smiled brightly and personally went out to greet him.

"Sir, are you buying flowers for your girlfriend" The shop owner walked up to Leng Yechen and asked very attentively.

"This is for my wife."

"Is it a birthday or an anniversary"

"My wife..." Leng Yechen hesitated, suddenly unsure what to say.

He had never been in love, lacked experience, and faced with Mo's sudden coldness towards him, he felt lost these past few days.

15411/41882927 Yimo smiled and said, “Just stay home with your little An’an!” Lian Xing'er sighed, "Ai—" 。Tong Yimo zipped up her suitcase and lightly poked Lian Xing'er on the nose: "You have too much fun! Mommy...