Even though he promised his wife not to interfere with Gu Junhang’s affairs, Mo Qing still considered Gu his brother. Seeing him wallowing in alcohol and getting blind drunk, Mo Qing felt obliged to help him out.
After all, Gu Junhang had helped him when his wife abandoned him before.
Qiao Xu looked at Mo Qing with surprise, "Gu Junhang knows?"
"Yeah, he went to the hospital to find Xia Yumo half a month ago, and he’s been living like a dog for the past half month."
Mo Qing described Gu Junhang’s miserable state as much as he could while looking at Qiao Xu.
"Wife, is there anything difficult for Xia Yumo? "
Mo Qing smiled and flattered her, successfully earning a cold roll of Qiao Xu’s eyes.
Seeing her hum softly, she said, "You do stand up for others."
As she withdrew from Mo Qing’s embrace and prepared to go to the bathroom, Mo Qing followed her eagerly.
"At that ti, our problems were cleared up, thanks to him. I should repay him, right?"
Mo Qing wrapped his arms around Qiao Xu’s waist, smiling charmingly at her.
Decisively ignoring his previous disloyal decision to listen to his wife and not tell his brother about Xia Yumo’s pregnancy.
Qiao Xu ignored him, brushing her teeth in front of the washbasin. Mo Qing didn’t hurry her, standing quietly beside her.
After Qiao Xu finished brushing her teeth, she looked at him sideways and said:
"Was it you who told Gu Junhang about Mo Mo’s pregnancy?"
Mo Qing, realizing he would be burned if he admitted to this, imdiately declared his loyalty, "Of course not! I said I’d listen to my wife and not interfere in their affairs. How could I do that without your consent?"
This strong survival instinct made Qiao Xu involuntarily twitch the corner of her mouth.
The next mont, she hesitated, "Gu Junhang went to the hospital to find Mo Mo?"
Her eyebrows knitted slightly; Mo Mo had never ntioned this to her.
Mo Qing nodded, "These past days have been difficult for Junhang."
He looked at Qiao Xu, playing the sympathy card, "Wife, give so hints as a way to repay my brother’s kindness."
Qiao Xu ignored him, walked out of the bathroom, and Mo Qing shalessly followed her.
"Is there any hidden reason for Xia Yumo? She doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would ruthlessly abort Junhang’s child."
Mo Qing rarely spoke highly of Xia Yumo.
Seeing Qiao Xu’s gaze, she looked at him with a cold hum:
"You’re pretty familiar with my best friend, aren’t you?"
A strong sense of impending doom rushed towards Mo Qing, scaring him into a heart tremble. He imdiately said:
"Not familiar, not familiar at all."
He hugged Qiao Xu’s waist with a serious expression, "It’s just for my brother’s sake."
"Didn’t you say that brothers are like centipede’s legs? If you lose one hand, you have many others."
Qiao Xu raised an eyebrow, looking at Mo Qing as she asked back.
Mo Qing: "..."
Forget it, he would not ask anymore. His wife was always good at digging pitfalls for him.
He thought he was soone who forgot his friends when seeing color. Brother... Let him die.
So, Mo Qing decisively changed the subject, "By the way, did the clothes from the designer co today?"
Qiao Xu looked at his forced topic-switching appearance and gave him an annoyed eye roll.
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