"I'm pitiful?"

Cheng Jia looked at Wen Ran in disbelief. She actually said she was pitiful?

It was because she couldn't give birth to children, how could she become pitiful? Anger burst out in her eyes and she stared at Wen Ran hatefully: "It's you, Wen Ran, you are a woman who can't give birth to children, just like a chicken that can't lay eggs. You can't keep Mr. Mo."

Cheng Jia paused, and saw that Wen Ran didn't seem to care about her inability to have children. Qingli's cheeks were as calm as water. She pursed her lips again and said, "One day, I will give birth to Mr. Mo's child."

After saying this, she seemed to find it ridiculous. She straightened her chest stiffly and turned around and entered the cubicle.

Wen Ran looked at the lattice that was closed by her forcefully, and a sarcastic smile slowly appeared on her lips. A sharp pain passed through her eyes, she pursed her lips and turned around and went out.

"Ranran, why have you been there for so long?"

She pushed open the office door, and Mo Xiuchen's tall figure stood inside the door, half-lifting his big hands, intending to open the door and go out to find her.

Seeing her come back, the worry and tension in his dark and deep eyes dissipated, and a smile ripped in his eyes. His big hand naturally held her slender little hand and touched her palms to cool. His beautiful brow frowned again, "Your hands are very cold, are you cold?"

The warmth in his palm was transmitted from her hands, penetrated her skin, and penetrated into her heart, but inexplicably a little sour in her heart. Her eyes gently met his gentle and loving eyes, ignored the emotions brought by Cheng Jia's words just now, smiled, and said, "Maybe it was because of washing your hands just now. Are you going out?"

"I wanted to find you."

Mo Xiuchen calmly expressed his concern and tension about her, which made her feel suffocated. He held her hand and walked towards the sofa.

Wen Ran looked up at his handsome and perfect side face with a slightly raised face, followed him to the sofa and sat down, and asked softly, "Have you finished all those documents?"

Mo Xiuchen curled his lips and smiled, "Of course, we can get off work now."

Today, he was holding everything in his heart.

Finally, she was left for another day. His eyes tightly locked her beautiful cheeks, his voice with thin lips overflowing was low and gentle, and he was vaguely cautious: "Ranran, I'll make it for you what you want to eat for dinner."

Wen Ran lowered his eyes and avoided his deep eyes. The more he treated her well, the sadder she felt.

This morning, she was going to leave. If he hadn't been waiting in the living room, if she hadn't said those words in front of him, she wouldn't have sat beside him now.

Just now in the bathroom, although she didn't care about Cheng Jia's words on the surface, she was actually bleeding in her heart, and no woman could really not care.

"The food made by Ma Zhang is delicious, you don't have to cook yourself."

"I like you to eat the food I cook. Since you can't think of what to eat, then I will cook what you eat. I will clean up. After get off work, we will go to the mall to buy some ingredients first and then go home."

Mo Xiuchen stood up, returned to the desk and packed up his belongings. Wen Ran opened his mouth, but he swallowed it without saying anything.

"Ranran, you can also clean up your stuff."

Behind the spacious spade wood desk, Mo Xiuchen's clear voice came. She raised her eyes and looked at the handsome man with a smile on the corner of his mouth, got up, and went back to turn off the computer.

Mo Xiuchen walked out of the office with Wen Ran's hand and happened to meet Luo Haofeng who came to look for him. His narrow peach blossom eyes swept over their shook hands, raised a handsome eyebrows and asked, "Xiuchen, are you taking the lead in leaving early?"

"What's the matter?"

Mo Xiuchen glanced at him indifferently, saying that if you have something to do, you should quickly say, "It's okay, don't bother him and Ranran."

A scheming flashed through Luo Haofeng's narrow eyes, and he smiled and said, "I can't go to the social event tonight. Come and tell you, go for me!"

"Can't you go?"

Mo Xiuchen's eyes narrowed sharply. He had just seen the plan that flashed through his eyes. He was going to socialize tonight, but the government officials asked him to come forward because it was related to the case he was in his hands.

Luo Haofeng's smile froze under his sharp eyes, and he honestly said: "I'm joking with you, don't stare at me like this, but it's really a problem for me to come to you."

"If there is anything, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Mo Xiuchen glared at him, pulled Wen Ran and left.

"Xiuchen, it's still early. You have finished talking with Luo Haofeng and we'll get off work..."

"No, just look at him like that, he knows that nothing important is his business." Mo Xiuchen interrupted Wen Ran, led her to the elevator, and pressed the elevator button.

Drive her to the mall.

During this period of time, there were many people, and Mo Xiuchen held Wen Ran's hand and became tighter.

When a handsome man and a beautiful woman are always eye-catching when shopping, let alone a handsome man with a noble temperament, standing in the crowd, he cannot hide his noble appearance as a god.

The process of visiting the mall became Wen Ran’s choice of things to buy. He stared at her affectionately, and wherever he walked, countless pairs of stunning or admiring eyes were turned to him.

Wen Ran had something to do and was in no mood to stroll around. After picking up the things he wanted to buy, he went to the cashier to check out. Mo Xiuchen held the shopping cart with one hand and held her hand with the other, and lined up behind the crowd.

"Mr. Mo, you don't have to queue up, please..."

The mall manager came over and greeted Mo Xiuchen enthusiastically. He interrupted her and refused lightly, "No, I don't need to hurry, just queue up."

He enjoyed every minute he was with Ranran, and enjoyed this ordinary lifestyle of a couple, just like in his heart, he wanted to be as calm as her until old age.

He didn't buy much, so he paid the bill. He held the bag in one hand and held Wen Ran in the other, and said carelessly: "Ranran, after a few days, I will hand over the company to Mo Zixuan. Let's go on a trip again. This time, we will go wherever you want to go."

Wen Ran's steps stumbled for a moment, and then followed his steps, "Xiuchen, you don't have to leave the company."

Mo Xiuchen smiled gently, and the corners of his mouth bent gently, "I prefer to be with you."

“…”

Wen Ran opened his mouth and was about to say something, but a few steps ahead, a beautiful little girl staggered over. Behind her was a little boy three or four years older than her, chasing her and shouting: "Sister, I want to catch you!"

The little girl didn't know how to look at the way. When she heard the brother behind her chasing and shouting, she giggled and ran desperately, and was about to hit the bag in Mo Xiuchen's hand. Wen Ran's eyes tightened and she subconsciously shouted: "Be careful!"
Chapter completed!