Fortunately, Mo Xiuchen is fast.

The little girl's red face was only one centimeter away from the bag, and he was avoided by him. Moreover, his big hands with clear joints steadily grabbed the little girl's arm.

"Wow--"

Although the little girl didn't hit her, she was frightened. Her face, which had a bright smile the moment ago, cried out after a moment of stunned moment.

A trace of worry appeared on Wen Ran's face and he quickly asked with concern: "Did you bump into it?"

Just now, she only saw the little girl hitting the bag in Mo Xiuchen's hand, but she didn't see clearly whether Mo Xiuchen really avoided it. Seeing that she started crying, she couldn't help but worry.

Mo Xiuchen looked at her gently with his eyes and said gently: "I didn't bump into it."

He squatted down, a smile appeared in his eyes that looked like a pond. He let go of the hand holding the little girl's arm, stretched it to her face, wiped her tears, and asked softly: "Little boy, are you scared?"

"younger sister!"

The little boy chasing behind him looked at the little girl anxiously. After he finished speaking, their parents walked over quickly at the corner behind him.

"What's going on?"

"She ran too fast and almost got hit."

Mo Xiuchen glanced at the little girl's parents and explained indifferently.

Hearing this, the little girl's mother hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her in her arms. While wiping her tears, she comforted her softly: "It doesn't matter if you don't cry, it doesn't matter, mom is here..."

"My sister almost bumped into this uncle."

The little boy explained timidly, looking up at his father standing beside his mother with a small face. A hint of apology appeared on the man's face and said to Mo Xiuchen: "Sorry!"

"It's normal for children not to look at the road."

Mo Xiuchen replied, held Wen Ran's hand again, and took two steps. Wen Ran couldn't help but look back. He happened to see the man hugging the little girl from the woman's arms, kissing her tender cheek, and coaxing her docilely: "Don't cry, dad will take you to buy..."

For some reason, when I saw the man holding the little girl while coaxing him out of their sight, the figure of the man in her mind was suddenly replaced by a man holding her hand beside her, and a parent-child picture of Mo Xiuchen getting along with the baby appeared.

My heart suddenly hurts!

"Ranran!"

In her ears, Mo Xiuchen's gentle voice interrupted her mood. She raised her eyes blankly, just in time to meet his deep eyes that looked like a pond, "Ranran, don't think too much."

He seemed to see through her thoughts, and his low words were a hint of suggestion.

Wen Ran's face changed slightly, his eyes flashed, and he pursed his lips hard, walked out of the mall, raised his face, and asked in the coldness of his face: "Xiuchen, do you like children?"

His instinctive reaction just now made her feel that he likes children.

Mo Xiuchen's eyes became slightly deeper, and he looked at her for a while before replying: "Ranran, if you like it, we can adopt one."

He didn't say whether he liked it or not, but said that if she liked it, she would adopt it.

But what he said, Wen Ran’s ears at this moment meant that he liked children.

Her eyes drooped, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say, Mo Xiuchen stopped talking until he led her to the parking space, opened the door, and let her get into the car. He walked around the body of the car and followed him into the car before turning his body and looking at her deeply with his eyes.

"Ranran, I know what you are thinking. When you saw that I just supported the little girl and saw their family happy and sweet, you felt that I like children too. You even imagined a picture of me holding the child. You felt very sad, right?"

Wen Ran's eyes widened in shock: "How do you know?"

He doesn't know how to read minds, how could he know what she was thinking?

His slender fingers brushed on her cheeks and gently rubbed her delicate skin, her eyes softly and distressed, "All your expressions are written on your face. Ranran, listen, although I like children, the premise is that the child must be born to me."

Wen Ran's face turned pale slightly, and his body also froze.

He knew that she could not have children, but he also said that the premise must be the child she had.

Mo Xiuchen saw her expression change in his eyes, his heart tightened slightly, and a little pity appeared in his dark eyes, and his voice became lighter: "So, the child is not the most important to me, Ranran, you are the most important to me. As long as you are by my side, I don't need anything else."

During this period, he seemed to be more and more able to say love words. Wen Ran's sadness was wiped out by his gentle words. She looked at his deep eyes that seemed to suck her whole body in, and clearly saw the self in his eyes. She felt an indescribable sorrow in her heart.

Mo Xiuchen leaned over, kissed her forehead gently, curled her lips, and smiled slightly: "Don't think about it anymore!"

His words are more of a pampering and heartache than a warning.

"Xiuchen, I..."

The gentle voice, with a slight tremor, just like her heart at this moment, Mo Xiuchen did not give her a chance to continue speaking, covered her lips with long fingers, his eyes changed, and after a long time, he murmured: "Ranran, don't say those words that make me sad, let alone do things that hurt my heart. I am not as strong as you think."

He is not strong because, he can't afford to lose.

The air has a momentary stagnation.

Wen Ran didn't know whether she forgot to breathe or was suffocating to breathe. Her eyes quickly turned red, and her eyes were crystal clear at him, with a hint of panic in her eyes.

Her heart seemed to be tightly grabbed, and she could never say anything stuck in her throat.

In her eyes, this man was so proud, so outstanding, so powerful, but these days, he showed his vulnerability, his panic, and his fear to her without any concealment.

He couldn't even let her leave.

Even if I have only one day of my life, I want to stay by his side until the last moment...

Her heart suddenly felt so painful, and her internal organs were so sharp that she felt. How could he do this? How could he do this?

She pursed her lips, raised her little hand slowly, gently stroked his handsome face. He didn't move, but a trace of tenderness spread across her complex eyes. Her slender fingers gently stroked every inch of his facial features, her lips opened slightly, and her voice was soft and choked with a hint of imperceptible sob: "Xiuchen!"

Mo Xiuchen's eyes tightened, and his big hand suddenly grabbed her head, lowered his head, and kissed her soft lips with thin lips, afraid that she would say something he could not accept.
Chapter completed!