Mo Xiuchen had no choice but to sit in front of the marble table under the tree, support his chin with his hands, and look up at the tree, Wen Ran who was not obedient at all.

"Ranran, please slow down."

"Ranran, the branches are too small to bear your weight."

"Ranran, don't climb up any more."

Mo Xiuchen was frightened to see below, and Wen Ran had a lot of fun playing on it. She had loved to climb high and low since she was a child. When she was with Fu Jingyi before, she was a little restrained.

Later, the Wen family adopted her and spoiled her like a treasure. She did not learn the etiquette that the lady who did whatever she wanted, but she was like an absolute wild girl.

Since the Wen family experienced that change, Wen Ran's temperament has suddenly changed. Now she has been suppressed for more than half a year. When she came to this countryside, she immediately returned to her essence.

Although worried, Mo Xiuchen was still very happy to see her bright smile.

"Xiuchen, you eat first, I'll go to that tree and pick some."

Twenty minutes later, Wen Ran jumped off the first tree, placed the picked cherries on the marble table, and turned around and wanted to climb another tree.

However, before she could lift her steps, Mo Xiuchen grabbed her wrist. He pulled her gently and her body was pulled into his arms.

His other hand also circled it.

"Ranran, don't go."

His voice fell into his ears, with a faint worry in the low magnetism.

Wen Ran looked at his deep eyes with concern, and felt soft, and sighed: "Okay, I won't go now, I'll wait for the meal..."

"You are not allowed to go up the tree after eating. You want to eat cherries, I will pick them for you."

Mo Xiuchen interrupted her, and his tone was unquestionable.

Not to mention falling from the tree, he was not at ease even if she was exploring the branches, for fear that a branch would accidentally shave her face.

"Xiuchen, why are you so domineering?" Wen Ran pouted in dissatisfaction.

Her little mouth that had eaten cherries was now exuding a seductive tender color like the cherry. Not only that, the cherry smell lingered between his nose, and he couldn't help but approach her, covering her thin lips with the cherry-smelling soft lips.

Wen Ran's heartbeat suddenly dripped a beat.

The next second, she wrapped her arms around his neck and responded to his kiss gently.

The afternoon sun shines warmly on the figures of the two kissing. The air is filled with a faint sweetness. Under such a beautiful and romantic way, the two people who kiss are gradually fascinated.

Although they were in the yard of the villa, they could not see where they were sitting from outside. The kiss gradually got out of control, and his hands reached into the corner of her clothes with dissatisfaction, and his big hands with thin calluses stroked her silky skin, stirring up a numbness like electric current.

Wen Ran couldn't help but murmur, her body twisted slightly, wanting to get more love.

"Cleaning the dust!"

She murmured into her ears unbearably, Mo Xiuchen felt a burst of blood surge, and reason was completely defeated by the desire to want her. He put her down on his legs, kissed, moved her lips away, and went down all the way...

...

Wen Ran didn't expect that at the end, Mo Xiuchen helped her relieve her discomfort in another way. When she leaned softly in his arms and gasped, her eyes were blurred at him, and she whispered: "Xiuchen, go to the house", Mo Xiuchen did not continue.

He just hugged her tightly, so tightly that Wen Ran could clearly feel his undepressed desire, but he no longer kissed her.

After a few minutes, he slowly let go of her and gently tidied up her clothes.

"Xiuchen, I can do it now."

Wen Ran's little face is three points redder than the cherries on the branches. His voice is delicate and charming, with an unswerving love trend, which is indescribable.

His hands were slightly moved, he put her off his legs, got up, and planned to make lunch for her.

Wen Ran's legs became weak, and as soon as he touched the ground, his body also became weak, and he almost fell to the ground. Mo Xiuchen grabbed her again with quick eyes and hands.

Wen Ran was so scared that he immediately grabbed Mo Xiuchen's arm, raised a pair of watery eyes, and looked at him blankly.

Mo Xiuchen's eyes flashed slightly, avoiding her gaze, and whispered: "Ranran, I'll cook for you."

Wen Ran pursed her lips gently, lowered her eyes and did not speak.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle and stagnant.

Mo Xiuchen stared at Wen Ran who was bowing his head and silently, and a pain passed through his heart. After a few seconds of silence, he pulled her into his arms, hugged her gently, and said softly: "Ranran, it's not that I don't want you, but that's not allowed now."

Wen Ran suddenly looked up, and a bright smile appeared between his eyebrows and eyes, and he could not see any unhappiness: "Aren't you going to cook for me? Let's go!"

Mo Xiuchen smiled and nodded.

After entering the villa, Wen Ran asked while visiting the interior decoration: "Xiuchen, I don't know how many villas do you have, or how many things you have, but I don't know. It's better to tell me one thing a day."

Mo Xiuchen laughed loudly, holding her in one hand and carrying the bag in the other hand, putting the bag on the marble table, and said gently: "Ranran, except for the house we live in now, there is nothing else here."

"I'll cook first, you can go upstairs to visit."

Wen Ran smiled and nodded: "Okay, I won't disturb you. You can cook. I'll go upstairs to visit, maybe I can find some clues."

"Haha, this is afraid that you will be disappointed."

Mo Xiuchen raised his eyebrows and looked calm.

Although this villa is not often inhabited, it can be seen that it is cleaned regularly by someone, so it is so clean without the smell of dust.

Wen Ran stepped on the wooden stairs to the second floor and visited the room upstairs at Mo Xiuchen's request. In the kitchen downstairs, Mo Xiuchen rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and started cooking.

Halfway through the dish, a dizziness suddenly came from his head. The kitchen knife in Mo Xiuchen's hand lost control and cut the knife sharply towards his fingers.

The pain spread from his fingertips. He frowned gently, put down the kitchen knife, leaned against the platform beside him, and raised his hand to press his temple lightly.

After a while, the dizziness dissipated. He rinsed away the blood with water on his fingers that had just cut a hole. He found the medicine box in a drawer in the living room and took a band patch to wrap the wound.

When he returned to the kitchen and cut the unfinished dishes again, Mo Xiuchen suddenly remembered what Gu Kai said in the hospital in the morning.

His handsome face changed slightly. He raised his eyes and looked towards the second floor. In his dark eyes, a layer of faint sadness slowly condensed. He squeezed the knife handle and tightened quietly. Thinking of the woman upstairs, the sadness in his eyes gradually faded away, and a faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!