Chapter 848: It’s Hard to Keep the Ex-Wife 2

A couple from yesterday was left in the room.

Since the day of their divorce, they have been separated for more than five years, more than a thousand days and nights.

He Xiyan felt the man walking towards her, and her frozen feet took several steps back.

"Don't get close to me." She warned, still looking at the ground, and didn't even look up at Mo Yixuan.

Mo Yixuan stopped. Not wanting to make her angry again, he stood one meter away.

"Yan Yan..." Mo Yixuan shouted in a deep voice. He admitted that he was a little mean, but who can be generous and calm in front of feelings.

For himself and for Yuanyuan, he must get her back.

Mo Yixuan took out an exquisite box from his pocket, a silver jewelry box, engraved with a pattern symbolizing love.

He opened the box, and soon the huge pink dove egg color emitted a dazzling fire, colorful light, especially beautiful.

Although he lowered his head, He Xiyan still quickly felt this brilliance.

Knowing what it was, she turned away.

"I won't take your things." She said coldly, without waiting for him to hand over the ring.

Mo Yixuan did not force the ring on He Xiyan, but put it on the bedside table beside him.

When he looked at her again, there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

In fact, this was not the first time he gave her a ring.

Nine years ago, on the same night, in this bedroom, he also gave her a ring. At that time, the ring was just a small two-carat diamond ring, not very expensive, but he remembered how she looked when she saw the ring. At that time, she was so excited that she cried, and even excited that she didn't sleep well all night.

"Yanyan... Do you really not remember this place?"

Mo Yixuan suddenly turned his head and looked at the sketches and colored pencil drawings hanging on the wall.

These paintings have been hanging in this room for nine years. It was Yanyan who drew them in this room. At that time, he was busy dealing with work matters, while she was quietly drawing in the room.

She drew a lot, and finally chose a few satisfactory frames and hung them up.

After nine years, the house still looks the same as when they lived together. Although he renovated the house, he did not change the decoration of the house, including the furniture.

He Xiyan did not understand what Mo Yixuan meant.

What did he mean by whether she remembered this house or not? Of course, she could not remember it. She even forgot Yuanyuan, what else could she remember.

"These are all your paintings." Mo Yixuan pointed at the paintings on the wall. Those paintings have been hanging for nine years.

He Xiyan frowned, although her heart was confused, but she turned her head to look at the place where Mo Yixuan pointed, the paintings hanging on the wall, the paintings he said, the paintings she painted.

There were three sketches and three colored pencil paintings, three of which were characters, and three of which were landscapes.

She took a general look at these paintings, and finally fixed her eyes on a colored pencil painting. The background of that painting should be the road of a school, with tall maple trees on both sides of the road. The painting seemed to be done in autumn, and the maple leaves were all drawn with red pencils. Looking at the road, there was a couple walking hand in hand, smiling happily.

No! When He Xiyan saw the people in the painting, she suddenly frowned and took a few steps forward unconsciously.