Xiao Wenqing gritted his teeth with hatred, but he did not dare to show it too much on his face.

Mo Xiuchen glanced over her cold eyes, turned around and went into the kitchen to order to prepare the dishes his mother liked during her lifetime.

"Ranran, don't stand, come and sit."

Seeing that Mo Zixuan had been staring at Wen Ran, Zhou Lin took a secret breath, suppressed the jealousy in her heart, and smiled and greeted Wen Ran.

While talking, she pretended to be kind to pull Wen Ran's hand. Unfortunately, Wen Ran avoided her without any trace when she reached out her hand. Her hand fell out, and embarrassment flashed across her face with heavy makeup, and even her smile became unnatural.

"I'll go to the kitchen to check it out."

Wen Ran said a word, turned around, and walked towards the kitchen.

On the sofa, Mo Zixuan's eyes followed Wen Ran tightly, even in front of Mo Jingteng, without any concealment. The moment Wen Ran stepped into the living room, his rationality disappeared.

A few minutes later, Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran came out of the kitchen, and a servant was holding a plate behind him. Cheng Jia immediately met him, looking at Mo Xiuchen eagerly and said, "Mr. Mo, I want to go and worship my aunt with you."

Mo Xiuchen glanced at Xiao Wenqing with a stiff expression from the corner of his eyes, nodded lightly, and replied 'Okay'. Cheng Jia's eyes lit up immediately, and he said with emotion: "Thank you, Mr. Mo."

Mo Xiuchen had never worshipped his mother here, nor had he set up a spiritual seat in the Mo family. Even the place where his mother jumped off the building was demolished and changed into a garden.

Today, I said that I would worship his mother at home not only to make things difficult for Xiao Wenqing, but also to let his mother "come back".

In the garden, all kinds of flowers were in full bloom. Mo Xiuchen asked someone to put the items needed on the grass in front of the garden. He introduced to the air: "Mom, although you don't want to go back here, today, I decided to burn the paper money here for you. Can you come back and get it? By the way, see your daughter-in-law, her name is Wen Ran..."

Wen Ran looked at Mo Xiuchen quietly. Under the dim light, his eyes were as bright as ink, and he couldn't see the emotions in his eyes. However, she felt his loneliness from his words. Her heart couldn't help but tighten slightly, and subconsciously raised her hand to grab his generous palm.

Mo Xiuchen's hands felt hot and he lowered his eyes to her.

With all eyes facing each other, her eyes were as gentle as water. The lights from the slanting place just lit up her eyes, like stars, clearly reflecting his own handsome face. At that moment, he suddenly became ignorant.

Until a gentle and soft voice came into his ears, he hit the softest position in his heart: "Mom, I will take good care of Xiuchen for you in the future."

A breeze blew, and the fragrance of flowers blew. It was like the woman who was heartbroken and jumping from the building that year responding to Wen Ran's words. Beside her, Mo Xiuchen turned her palms and wrapped her soft little hands, looking at her with a burning look: "You have made a promise, you can't break your trust from my mother."

Wen Ran looked at his deep eyes, raised his other hand to smooth out his wrinkled forehead, and smiled playfully, "I keep my word. As long as you are my husband for one day, I will be responsible for you."

Mo Xiuchen was infected by her, and his sadness dissipated, and the corners of his mouth gently raised: "I will believe you once."

...

During the whole process, Cheng Jia was like an invisible person, completely ignored by Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran. But occasionally, when the wind blew by, Mo Xiuchen glanced at Cheng Jia, and the perfume smell... Why do you think it was a bit weird?

She stood aside and watched Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran burn paper for his mother. After burning the paper, Wen Ran bowed respectfully three times. It was not until she left that Mo Xiuchen said to her, "Let's go!"

"Mr. Mo, you haven't introduced me to your aunt yet."

Cheng Jia looked at Mo Xiuchen with anticipation. She thought he would introduce her first. After all, she was his savior, and it was not comparable to Wen Ran, a woman who betrayed her for money.

"Next time, I'll take you to the cemetery if you have the chance."

Mo Xiuchen lowered his eyes and looked at the burning paper money on the ground, pondered for two seconds, and spit out faintly.

"Really, can we go tonight?"

Cheng Jia felt hope again and asked while the iron was hot.

"Um!"

Mo Xiuchen looked at Wen Ran beside him, and seeing that she did not show any displeasure, he nodded perfunctorily, held her hand, walked past Cheng Jia, and headed towards the hall in front.

***

Originally, Xiao Wenqing was afraid that Zhou Lin would not be able to hold back Wen Ran and could not separate her from Mo Xiuchen.

When they found out that Wen Jin woke up, she was not worried about this problem at all.

At the dinner table, Zhou Lin suggested that she and Wen Ran go to the hospital to see her brother, but Wen Ran politely refused, "You should hurry up and tell Uncle Zhou about the scheduled wedding and ask her to help you prepare for the wedding. My brother has special care for 24 hours. It doesn't matter if he goes to see him later."

"Then are you going to the hospital tonight? I can go there later, but you are his sister, it's different."

Zhou Lin asked worriedly, maybe she was too 'caring'. Wen Ran frowned in confusion and said lightly: "Xiuchen will accompany me to the hospital."

Opposite the dish Mo Zixuan picked up suddenly fell on the table. Wen Ran's kind and natural "Xichen" sounded like a knife slashing his chest. His hands, which were holding the chopsticks in pain, were stiff.

"Mr. Mo, will you still go to the cemetery tonight?"

Cheng Jia picked up a piece of sweet and sour ribs and put them into Mo Xiuchen's bowl, and said gently.

Seeing this, Mo Zixuan picked up a piece of meat and put it into Wen Ran’s bowl. The awkward atmosphere the previous second suddenly grew a little subtle.

Mo Xiuchen lowered his eyes and looked at the slices of meat in Wen Ran's bowl. He raised his eyes. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the slight change of expression on Xiao Wenqing's face. He put down his chopsticks, picked up the soup in front of him and took a sip. He said to Wen Ran in a slightly deep voice: "Since you are going to the hospital, let the driver take you away. I'm going to the cemetery tonight."

Wen Ran was stunned and looked at Mo Xiuchen in surprise. He didn't understand why his face changed faster than the sky. Could it be because of the piece of meat that Mo Zixuan picked up for her?

She pursed her lips and said 'Okay', and picked up the slices of meat from the bowl and gave them to Zhou Lin. Diagonally opposite, Mo Zixuan's face turned pale because of her behavior.

"Mr. Mo, I'll give you this braised lion head."

Seeing that Mo Xiuchen refused to send Wen Ran to him, Cheng Jia smiled immediately after seeing Mo Xiuchen's favorite braised lion head into his bowl.

"Thanks!"

Although Mo Xiuchen's tone was light, he expressed his acceptance of her.

Wen Ran put down his chopsticks, stood up, and smiled and said to everyone: "I'm full, go to the hospital to see my brother first, everyone eat slowly!"

“…”

Mo Zixuan wanted to say something, but his lips moved, but he didn't say it after all.
Chapter completed!