The phone in his pocket vibrated.
He took it out; it was a message from Luo Qiangwei, "President Mo, you'd better learn to control yourself. Coveting your ex-wife after divorce is a typical shameless behavior."
Control?
Hadn't he exercised enough restraint?
If he had not run into her at Ye Huan tonight, it would have been two months since he last saw her, spoke to her, hugged her, kissed her.
He felt that nothing in his life was harder to endure than this. All his strength and spirit were spent on enduring this single thing every day.
When she stood in front of him tonight, he hadn't immediately embraced her and kissed her, which made him think he had shown considerable restraint.
Had she played him?
Mo Shiche's long fingers brushed the lips that a woman had just kissed, the lingering sweetness of her breath made him think—if being played could earn him a kiss from her, then she was welcome to toy with him however she liked.
