A week ago, Wen Ran was still a pearl in his palm that was loved by his parents, and his brother held it in his hand and loved her sister. He lived a beautiful and comfortable life, and was so happy that he did not know the sufferings of the world.

However, that afternoon, the car accident that she would never forget not only took away her parents, but also her brother was lying in the hospital, and she would wake up at some point...

A sudden 'woo' sound of shaking came from the bag, and it was accompanied by the pleasant ringtone of the cell phone and drilled into her eardrums. Her sad thoughts were gone, she put away the red notebook and keys, and took out her cell phone.

The call was a string of strange numbers. Wen Ran pursed his lips, pressed the answer button, and spit out softly and gently: "Hello, I am Wen Ran!"

"Miss Wen, I am Qin Mu. Please come to the factory now."

In a cold and arrogant tone, the person on the other end of the phone finished speaking, and cut off the call without waiting for her to speak. He heard the "beep" sound from his phone, and Wen Ran frowned slightly.

On the side of the road, Mo Zixuan got out of the car. His eyes, which were as sunny as spring breeze, were covered with blood at this moment. He looked at her through the air. The emotions surged in his eyes. I don’t know if it was because of more guilt or more blame.

Wen Ran's strength of pinching his phone subconsciously increased, and the scene he saw yesterday morning appeared in front of him. His heart seemed to be pulled by an invisible big hand, and the pain instantly spread to his limbs and bones.

She retreated her gaze coldly and walked down the steps. When she came in the morning, she came by Mo Xiuchen's car. He threw her here and left. Now she had to take a taxi to the factory by herself.

Mo Zixuan stopped her by the roadside, his blood-covered eyes were filled with pain, and he said hoarsely:

"Ranran, let's talk."

Wen Ran's eyes were indifferent and his eyes looked at him coldly. This man kept saying that he loved her, but when she lost her relatives and needed him the most, he turned over with other women in the hotel. Yesterday morning, when she asked him to explain, he didn't say a word, but now he wants to talk to her:

"I'm not available, please get out of here!"

Mo Zixuan was sore in her eyes that his eyes were so painful that he reached out to grab her:

"Ranran, that night, I really don't know why I got into bed with Zhou Lin. Please listen to my explanation..."

"Mo Zixuan, let go!"

Wen Ran's face changed and he pulled out his hand that was being grabbed by him. A layer of coldness and disgust appeared on his fair face.

Mo Zixuan's palms were gone, his face changed, and his tone became even more excited:

"Ranran, I love you, you can't marry Mo Xiuchen. You go back with me now, I..."

Wen Ran took two steps back, avoided the hand he grabbed again, and waved to a taxi on the side of the road. Mo Zixuan wanted to stop her, but the ringtone in his pocket suddenly rang, and he was stunned for his movements. Wen Ran took this opportunity to run to the side of the road, got into the taxi, and left.

***

In the business car driving towards the airport, Xiao Liu, who was driving, couldn't help but speak, interrupting the man to read the file, "Big Master, are you leaving the eldest young grandma there? Aren't you afraid that the second young master will bother her?"

Hearing the sound, Mo Xiuchen raised his head from the file, a trace of unknown emotions flashed through his deep eyes, and he casually said: "Even if Mo Zixuan pesters her, it's useless."

Xiao Liu frowned and said worriedly: "Grandma the eldest young master has dated the second young master after all..."

If the eldest young grandmother and the second young master had anything, wouldn’t the eldest young master be laughed at?
Chapter completed!