"Who will help her?"

Shock passed through Wen Ran's eyes that were as watery as water, and his thoughts flashed, and he blurted out: "Can she bribed the servants of the Mo family... it could not be Xiao Wenqing, right?"

Cheng Jia is an outsider. How could she succeed without the help of the Mo family? However, Wen Ran was unwilling to believe that the one who helped Cheng Jia was Xiao Wenqing, and she would rather believe that she was a servant of the Mo family.

"She used to work in Nanqin Hotel, where, before Mo Zixuan took over, Xiao Wenqing was in charge."

Mo Xiuchen's low voice was filled with a hint of hostility. When Wen Ran's ears, her face changed slightly: "What do you mean is Cheng Jia from Xiao Wenqing's gang, put medicine into the bowls of you two? She knew you couldn't... why did she do this?"

Wen Ran paused for a few seconds when he said something he couldn't speak. Those words were omitted, and the blush on her face dissipated because of anger. If it was really done by Xiao Wenqing, she would be too much.

To be honest, she didn't like that woman either. She used to think that Xiao Wenqing was hypocritical and snobbish. Mo Zixuan pursued her for a year, but she never accepted it. This is why.

If she had known that the ending would be like this, she wouldn't have been moved for a moment and accepted Mo Zixuan's confession.

Mo Xiuchen curled a sneer on the corner of his mouth, took the hand on her shoulder away, sat up straight, and said coldly: "Since I got married to you, Xiao Wenqing has not believed that I am really sick."

Wen Ran frowned slightly, and looked at Mo Xiuchen's handsome face covered with a thin layer of frost. She could see tonight that Mo Xiuchen was very indifferent to Xiao Wenqing, and even he did not hide his hatred for Xiao Wenqing at this moment.

For some reason, when she saw him like this, she couldn't help but tighten a little in her heart, and a feeling of pity and heartache spread out from her heart. She couldn't help but shout, "Mo Xiuchen!"

Mo Xiuchen turned his head to look at her, and there was a bottomless darkness in his eyes that looked like a pond.

She pursed her lips and asked softly: "Is your mother leaving you because of Xiao Wenqing?"

Mo Xiuchen's expression suddenly froze!

His whole body seemed to be tense because of her words, and layers of coldness and hatred appeared in his dark eyes. Wen Ran felt that the carriage had suddenly become ice, and her body could not bear the chill trembled slightly.

Mo Xiuchen's thin lips were pursed tightly, and the scene that was sealed in the depths of memory appeared in front of him again, and a pale color appeared on his handsome face.

He didn't want to recall that memory, let alone tell anyone.

The atmosphere has a moment of stagnation.

After Wen Ran asked that, she felt a little regretful. She didn't want to reveal his scars, but really wanted to care about him.

Her eyes fell on his big hand that had been clenched into a fist. Looking at the faintly blue knuckles, her head became hot, and she reached out to hold his hand that had been clenched into a fist, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked these questions. You just pretend that I didn't say what I just said, let's go home!"

Suddenly the warmth penetrated into the skin, Mo Xiuchen's stiff and straight body trembled slightly, and her apologetic eyes were condensed. A trace of warmth broke out from the layers of ice and coldness under her eyes. The cold aura that enveloped her body suddenly faded away like a tide.

The thin lips opened lightly, and the low voice could not hear any sadness. It was as indifferent as if telling someone else's story: "When I was eight years old, my mother learned that my father not only had an affair, but also had a son outside. She couldn't stand the blow and jumped off the building and committed suicide."

Wen Ran leaned against his body and held his hands tightly, as if he wanted to pass on the warmth to him in this way.

She knew that there was sorrow and sorrow hidden in his calm and calm words. When his mother left, he was only eight years old and was just a child.

Zhang's mother said that before he was kidnapped, he was deeply trapped in the pain of losing his mother. It was not until he experienced a life and death that he became strong.

The strength of her holding his hand was aggravated little by little in the slightest bit by little.

Mo Xiuchen's eyes, which were condensed by the cold, gradually warmed up, and gently curled his lips and said, "Don't worry, I will no longer be sad about the past."

He patted her and held his hand. This feeling once again made him feel very similar to the feeling of being with the little girl when he was kidnapped.

"Do you still go to the cemetery tonight?"

Wen Ran asked softly, looking at Mo Xiuchen hiding sadness and showing a indifferent expression. For that moment, she really wanted to travel through time until then and be able to accompany him when he was the most vulnerable and helpless and lonely.

Mo Xiuchen shook his head and said lightly: "I won't go tonight. I'll take you there another day."

He paused slightly, and he looked into Wen Ran's eyes and said, "I have explained everything I should explain. You won't be angry anymore, right?"

Wen Ran's eyes flashed, and he turned his face away from looking at him: "How could I be angry?"

Mo Xiuchen smiled softly and leaned towards her with a tall body. Wen Ran looked back in shock and asked vigilantly: "What are you doing?"

"Put your seat belt."

Mo Xiuchen pressed her shoulder with one hand, reached out with the other hand, pulled the safety belt and tied it to her, and said in a gentle tone: "If you are angry, you are not allowed to turn off the phone again. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly."

"I'm not angry."

Wen Ran frowned and refuted steadily.

"I knew what Cheng Jia would do tonight before I went there. The medicines she gave had no effect on me, but you were different. If you were the one who was drugged tonight, I wouldn't be able to throw you into cold water and soak overnight."

Mo Xiuchen sat back to his position, lowered his head and skillfully buckled his seat belt, and started the car to get on the road.

Wen Ran looked at him in a daze, his words echoed in his ears over and over again. She didn't understand what the sentence behind him meant. If the person who was drugged was her, he wouldn't have thrown her into cold water and soaked overnight?

Then what will happen to him? Find someone to give her an antidote?

Thinking of this, Wen Ran immediately shook his head and threw away that idea. She was his wife at least, how could he let other men...

She suddenly turned her head to look at Mo Xiuchen who was driving. The light of the car hit his handsome face, and her eyes stopped on his lightly pursed thin lips. Thinking of his domineering kiss just now, her heart suddenly trembled, she quickly turned her face and continued to look out the window.

Although Mo Xiuchen looked straight ahead, he noticed the woman in the passenger seat from the rearview mirror from the corner of his eyes. She turned her head and stared at his lips for a moment, then a blush appeared on her face, and she turned her face away in panic.

He freed up a hand and stroked his index finger on his lips. There was still the smell of kissing her just now. Thinking of this, a dry and hot feeling surged somewhere in his body!
Chapter completed!