Wen Ran actually felt that Mo Xiuchen was explaining.

This terrible thought made her feel like a tide, and her hand holding her phone tightened and tightened.

The joy that grew in my heart quickly spread to every cell in my body. A message made her world suddenly become bright and spring is blooming.

Cheng Jia not only stayed by Xiu Chen's fiancée, but also his secretary. She knew this.

Now, he told her that he had changed his new secretary and was in a good mood. She couldn't help but understand that he was explaining, suggesting, and even testing.

She stared at her phone, wondering whether to reply to this message and how to reply.

Her Xiu Chen was too smart. If she was not careful, she would say the wrong thing, which made him suspicious.

From the time he called her, he was afraid that he had already identified something, so that he would have the first message later. Although it took a long time, it was still an inexplicable message that he couldn't understand.

If someone else sent her a message, she would think that the other party was crazy.

But this person is Xiu Chen, whom she loved deeply. As soon as he thought of it, he still remembered his number without memory. He was a cold and arrogant person who sent a message to her who is now a stranger, and her heart became soft as a lake.

The worst thing is that she couldn't resist it at all.

When she received his message, she wanted to reply as soon as possible. Even if she couldn't tell him that she was his Ranran and the person he once loved the most, she also hoped that she could give him a little warmth.

Let him be less lonely in a foreign country.

She pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and wrote her reply stroke by stroke on the screen.

She always repeated the process of deleting and deleting after deleting. She deleted it five or six times, and finally only four words were left: "Just be happy."

This is her greatest wish, as long as he is happy.

Clicking the send button and watching the message send out, a hint of expectation rose in her heart, hoping that he would reply to her message again.

However, based on the experience of the previous two times, she felt that he would not reply to the message immediately. He might reply to it every hour, or maybe he would reply to it every other day.

This kind of communication method that seems not to care about is actually a long time for the two to communicate. When replying to the message, my heart is a little concerned.

In the late night in D, the location of the city center did not become quiet because of this. It was just isolated outside the glass window. In the interior, the lights were soft. Mo Xiuchen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands, looking into the sky through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Behind him, a message came.

He turned his head and looked at the phone placed on the table by the bed. A trace of warmth quietly appeared in his deep and lonely eyes. He returned to the bed without hesitation and picked up his phone to read the information.

The information she replied to was as expected by him.

The four words "Just be happy" fell into my eyes. Mo Xiuchen's lips were slightly bent, and the lines of Qinggui's cold facial features showed a soft look. He was in a good mood.

He looked at the message she replied, and the more he read, the more he felt it was funny. Finally, he really laughed softly.

If he was right, she must have thought for a long time before replying to these words that made him unable to guess whether she and him knew each other before or not.

Whether you recognize it or not before, it doesn't matter.

This is the number he remembered in his dream after he lost his memory. Even if he really didn't know him before, it didn't matter. He knew very clearly that he liked to chat with this woman who had only heard the sound and never met. This is enough.

He quickly wrote another reply: "I hate the secretary before. I booked her tomorrow's air ticket and asked her to return home. For the next period of time, she would not sway in front of my eyes. It was indeed a happy thing."

This time, his message was very long. He wanted to see how she would reply. Is it always a matter of thinking about it and replying to him a rigorous sentence that he could not find any information.

Wen Ran didn't expect Mo Xiuchen's message to be replied so quickly and with such a long content.

Seeing him saying he hated the secretary before, she couldn't help but remember the same thing he said half a year ago.

At that time, she said she didn't like Cheng Jia, and what he answered was that he didn't like Cheng Jia either. She was surprised at the time, and later, he said, "I want to like it, and I will only like you."

Her heartstrings seemed to be touched by such a sentence.

Unexpectedly, after so long, when he talked to her about Cheng Jia, he still said this: He hated her very much and didn't like her.

Wen Ran did not reply to this message, but his mood improved all day.

In the afternoon, before getting off work, An Lin came to her office and made an appointment to have dinner together in the evening. Seeing Wen Ran holding her cell phone and smirking, she looked shocked and asked curiously: "Ranran, what are you looking at? Are you smiling so gentle?"

An Lin pushed the door directly into the door. Wen Ran was too immersed in looking at the phone and did not hear the sound of the door opening. Unexpectedly, she heard her voice. She suddenly looked up and saw her walking over in high heels. She put away her phone and said calmly: "Look at a joke."

An Lin looked at her with a skeptical look, "No, you actually smiled so gently when you see the joke?"

"Gentle? You must have read it wrong." Wen Ran raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

"Maybe, Ranran, let's have dinner together tonight. I have already told Amu and Afeng. Amu asked me to ask you."

An Lin walked to her desk, supported the desk with one hand, leaned forward slightly, and looked at her with a bright smile. It was rare that no one had any social engagements tonight.

"no problem."

Wen Ran blinked and did not work overtime, and it was okay for her to return to the apartment.

When An Lin saw her agreeing, her smile on her face became even brighter and said happily: "Ranran, then I'll call Amu now and tell him that you have agreed."

When Wen Ran heard this, he felt something was wrong and confused appeared on his face. An Lin took out his cell phone and explained while dialing: "I just told Amu that I would have dinner together tonight. He said you are tired from work and don't let me take you out to play anymore."

Of course An Lin didn't want to, but she couldn't argue with Qin Mu, so she came to find Wen Ran.

The phone was connected, and it was picked up after two rings. Qin Mu's voice came, just a single-tone character: "Hey".

Compared to Qin Mu's low and calm voice, An Lin's tone was much happier: "Amu, I have already told Ranran that Ranran promised to go out tonight, and you and Afeng are not allowed to run away."

Go out to play?

Wen Ran looked at An Lin with a smug smile, and felt as if she had been fooled.
Chapter completed!