still saw pride and sadness in his back, a kind of aura that could not be concealed from the inside out.Fu Mo's cold and stern face held a faint sadness. He lowered his head, his dark eyes staring qu...Fu Mo's expression was calm, as if he were discussing the weather that day, ordinary and unremarkable.

But what stunned everyone was that they froze in place, unable to react at all.

Is Lin Jinran the wife of Fu Mo寒

This, is this really true Am I not dreaming

This sentence, indeed, was said by Fu Mo Han!

Not only did the crowd think so, but even Lin Jinyan felt like he was dreaming, unable to recover.

Lin Jinran was stunned and couldn't believe it. In broad daylight, Fu Mo'han acknowledged her identity and called her wife!

Was she dreaming, or had Fu Mo Han taken the wrong medicine today

In conclusion, it's definitely not normal.

Fu Mo Han wasn't surprised by Lin Jin Ran's stunned expression, he even found her shocked and disbelieving look a bit like a kitten that had discovered something.

"How is this possible How could Lin Jinran possibly be Mrs. Fu Mr. Fu, today isn't April Fool's Day, you must be joking, right" Zhao Lilì's face was pale with disbelief, she still couldn't accept the truth.

Fu Mo-han didn't even glance at Zhao Li-li struggling in her death throes. He continued to address the dazed Lin Jin-ran, "Let's go, wife."

His palm was lightly squeezed by the man, Lin Jinran trembled all over and came to his senses.

Once again, she confirmed it wasn't a dream, Fu Mo Han was definitely the problem!

But, this feeling wasn't too bad. A warm current flowed slowly in my heart.

Another cry of "wife" shattered Zhao Lili's unrealistic fantasies completely, and also confirmed to everyone that Lin Jinran was indeed Fu Mo Han's wife!

For a moment, countless gazes, each carrying different emotions, converged upon Lin Jinyan's frail figure.

She seemed to have become the center of attention, like all women envied and hated her.

But, she was beginning to feel uneasy.

It's probably the feeling of being too light that makes the fall hurt more.

Fu Mo Han clasped her fingers, his long legs striding towards the door.

As the assistant brushed past, he commanded in a low voice, "Clean up."

When Lin Jinyan passed by Zhao Lilin, who looked pale, he subconsciously turned towards Su Meili and Su Yuran.

The expressions of the two people were no better than Zhao Lirui's, they probably hadn't expected that the one they wanted to frame would have such an identity.

For some reason, Lin Jinran felt a surge of exhilaration and delight!

So many years of wrongful accusations, deliberate misinterpretations.

This time, it was thoroughly cleansed!

Lin Jinran was led away from the hall by Fu Mo Han, walking out to the outdoors.

It is late at night now, and the air is slightly cool.

She looked up at the man's resolute profile, her heart beating faster for no reason, as if a warm current had flowed through her.

"Finished"

Fu Mo Han's voice was low and frigid, like a cold wind that blew Lin Jin Ran's slightly muddled mind clear.

Those dark eyes held not a trace of emotion, as if everything they had just shared had been an illusion.

Suddenly, the warmth in her palm disappeared abruptly, and a cool breeze swept in, bringing a slight chill.

Fu Mo's tall figure stood still, pulling out a tissue from his pocket and wiping the slender fingers he had just held with Lin Jinran.

After wiping, he directly threw the tissue into the nearby trash can and strode toward the Rolls-Royce in front.

He didn't care if Lin Jinran caught up, and got into the car.

Lin Jin dyed froze in place, a bitter smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Such Fu Mo Han, is the cold man she knew.

Just now, it was indeed all for show! could anyone be locked in hereIf we don't find it, wouldn't we have to wait until tomorrowFu Mo'han ignored the manager's words. He disregarded the dust on Lin Jinran's body and scooped him up horizo...