Compared to her nervousness, Mo Xiuchen was calm and composed.

When she came to her aunt, some kind of charming thought in his heart disappeared and hugged her, just because this feeling was good.

She buried her head in his chest, exhaling like orchids at the position of his heart. The fragrance between her hair and the quiet smell on her body penetrated into the lungs from his breath. The long-standing cold and lonely in his heart disintegrated little by little, and a trace of softness and warmth penetrated layer by layer, spreading in his heart.

He suddenly understood why he was worried about the business trip and came back early during the few days of his business trip.

A sudden curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his big palm that he hugged her waist tightened slightly, and a gentle voice was on top of her head: "Relax, I won't eat anyone."

"I'm not used to it!"

Wen Ran's voice came from the position of his chest, a little unnaturally stiff.

"Then you get used to it from now on. If you can't sleep, you won't have to go to work tomorrow."

Mo Xiuchen held back his laughter. The last sentence, with a warning, made Wen Ran frown, but he didn't know how to refute it, so he had to protest silently.

***

Mohist school.

When Mo Zixuan entered the living room, he didn't even change his shoes, so he walked directly to the stairwell. He was so drunk that he looked at Xiao Wenqing who was waiting on the sofa and ignored him.

"Zixuan, didn't I ask you to come back early? Why did you go to drink again?"

Xiao Wenqing frowned, chased Mo Zixuan at the stairs, and questioned unhappily.

Mo Zixuan turned his head and shook her hand away, reaching out to support him, and said sarcastically: "What else can I do besides drinking?"

Xiao Wenqing was shaken away by him, and her face changed. When she thought of something, she suppressed her displeasure and asked in a low voice: "Didn't I ask you to call Zhou Lin? Zixuan, you can't ruin your whole life because of Wen Ran. She is already Mo Xiuchen's wife..."

"Don't mention Mo Xiuchen to me, he doesn't even count as a man. He took revenge on purpose and knew that I loved Ranran, so I would definitely take Ranran back with him..."

Mo Zixuan suddenly glared at Xiao Wenqing angrily. She didn't know how much pain he felt.

"Wow, fortunately your dad hasn't come back yet. If he sees you like this, he should scold you again."

Xiao Wenqing whispered and turned his head to look at the door again. Now at eleven o'clock, Mo Jingteng should come back.

She helped Mo Zixuan upstairs and returned to his room, then said, "I used to think Mo Xiuchen was really sick, but now, I suddenly felt that he might have kept it from everyone, maybe he was not sick at all."

Mo Zixuan's feet softened, and his body hit the door panel and made a sound. On the side, Xiao Wenqing hurriedly held him again and said softly: "Be careful."

Mo Zixuan had a dark face and remembered the scene he saw in the afternoon. Mo Xiuchen didn't know whether to show it to him or to be really intimate with Wen Ran. The scene of him kissing Wen Ran and pressing her under him appeared in his mind. The jealousy in his heart was like a raging flame, and he rushed to his forehead and shouted in panic: "Impossible. How could Mo Xiuchen not be sick?"

How could Mo Xiuchen not be sick? Back then, he was consulted by an expert. For this reason, he himself was depressed and depressed for two years...
Chapter completed!