Wen Ran nodded, and a gentle smile appeared between his sleepy eyebrows and eyes. In this soft light, he was gentle and warm: "What time is it now? Have you had dinner?"

Listening to her concerned words, Mo Xiuchen felt a little warm in his heart and replied gently: "I ate a little outside. Are you sleepy now? If you are not sleepy, let's talk to me."

Mo Xiuchen's tone was clearly low and calm, but in Wen Ran's ears, his heart was tight for no reason. He couldn't explain why he had such emotions. She looked at his gentle eyebrows and seemed to have encountered an upset and contradictory thing.

She smiled slightly, replied "Okay", and sat up with her hands on her body.

Mo Xiuchen stretched out one hand to support her, helped her sit up and lean on the head of the bed, and then picked up a pillow and put it on her back, not holding her in her arms like she usually did.

The faint smell of tobacco on his body and the fragrance of the shower gel drove away the residual perfume smell in the air. Wen Ran pursed her lips and spoke actively: "Just just now, you said on the phone that Cheng Jia was injured for you, and I will go to the hospital to see her tomorrow."

She did not ask Cheng Jia why she was injured, but asked to visit the hospital. Apart from some surprises, Mo Xiuchen felt faintly disappointed.

He felt that Wen Ran didn't ask because she didn't care.

A dark look flashed deep in his eyes. Their marriage was without feelings. In such a short time, she could not care as much as he did to her.

Even though I knew it, I still felt depressed, and my heart felt as if I was suddenly blocked by something, and it felt so uncomfortable.

“Is it inconvenient?”

Wen Ran saw his eyebrows frowning, his face was not very good-looking, and his heart sank slightly. Cheng Jia probably didn't want to see her. She was silent and pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled far-fetchedly: "If it's inconvenient, forget it. Since her parents are not here, let Mama Zhang make some soup for her during this period..."

Mo Xiuchen's handsome facial features became more and more cold and harder, and his thin lips pursed into a firm straight line.

Feeling the obvious change in his breath, Wen Ran kept silent and looked at him blankly.

The eyes are facing each other, one is as deep as the sea, and the other is as clear as doubts.

The air flowing between the two seemed to be frozen suddenly.

Wen Ran's heart tightened, and his mind filtered what he had just said. Which sentence was wrong and why he looked very angry.

Didn’t he ask her to talk to him? In the end, he didn’t say a word, and whatever she said seemed to be wrong?

Mo Xiuchen's breath was a little heavy and a little cold.

Her eyes were as deep as the sea, and she could not see it at first sight.

After a long time, he opened his thin lips lightly and called her name gloomy: "Wen Ran!"

Wen Ran pursed her lips tightened a little, and the sound of "Wen Ran" was heard inexplicably harsh.

His voice was alienated and unfamiliar, as if he had never called her full name since they were together that night.

When he called her "Ranran", the notes wrapped around the tip of his tongue, and the thin lips were always low and magnetic, which was particularly pleasant.

Suddenly she called her full name, but she was a little uncomfortable, but she was just a flash of emotion in her heart, and she didn't show it on her face.

"Remember what I said to you last time?"

Mo Xiuchen saw the depths of her eyes, and could not allow her to escape from his gaze.
Chapter completed!