"Ranran, are you influenced by Cheng Jia?"

In the parking lot, Mo Xiuchen sat sideways in the driver's seat, looking gentle at Wen Ran, who was lowering his head and wearing a seat belt, and the sound of overflowing thin lips is low and gentle.

Wen Ran's safe movements stumbled slightly and continued.

After fastening her seat belt, she looked up at Mo Xiuchen. When she met his deep and gentle eyes, her heart suddenly felt warm and she said softly: "Xiuchen, thank you just now."

When Mo Xiuchen heard this, his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes looked at the little woman in front of him with deep eyes, "Ranran, I'm not angry with Cheng Jia."

Wen Ran's expression was stunned.

Mo Xiuchen said word by word, his voice was low and gentle, exuding the magic that bewitched people: "Ranran, I really love you."

Wen Ran's mind was immediately destined to be impressed.

Just now, when I heard him say something in the mall, she was moved and even though she was stirred up, she thought it was something he said deliberately to make Cheng Jia angry.

But now, he actually said that he really fell in love with her.

In the past, she had expected that even if Xiu Chen couldn't find his memory, he would fall in love with her again, rather than fall in love with Cheng Jia or other women.

But no matter how much you look forward, you are a little uneasy.

At this moment, when he heard him say this in person, Wen Ran felt that all the sufferings over the past period had become insignificant. With his words, she would not feel lonely or sad even if she lived her life alone.

A trace of subtleness spreads from the air, and the scent of each other is equivalent to their love for each other, profound and affectionate.

"Ranran, do you believe it?"

Seeing Wen Ran staring at him in a daze, his eyes were filled with countless emotions, and his heart was also full of twists and turns. His big palm couldn't help but stroke her cheeks, and his fingertips lightly touched the corners of her crystal-dyed eyes.

He understood the panic and uneasiness in her heart, and even pity her sadness and contradictions. He pointed and rubbed her face gently, and the eyes were filled with love that could not be dissolved.

It was like a large, airtight net that wrapped Wen Ran inside. She had nowhere to escape and did not want to escape. A smile appeared in her crystal-dyed eyes, and the corners of her lips were slightly bent. The beautiful and gentle smile, looking at Mo Xiuchen's eyes, her heart became a lake of soft water.

"I believe it."

Wen Ran's voice was filled with a hint of sob, which was touching and joy. She was really grateful to God. It was a blessing she had cultivated for her for several lifetimes when she met Xiu Chen.

Mo Xiuchen smiled, smiling gently and charmingly.

He gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said gently: "Silly Ranran, are you so moved that you cry?"

"Um."

Wen Ran admitted that in front of him, she was the least willing to pretend to be strong. She wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry many times before, but she was also afraid. At this moment, she could no longer suppress her tears and let the tears pour out like a flood that broke through the dam.

Mo Xiuchen pressed her into his arms with heartache, wrapped her arms tightly around her, letting her lean against her chest and cry happily, patting the big palm on her back gently and doting.

Wen Ran just burst into tears silently at first, and finally burst into tears in Mo Xiuchen's words of pity, "Ranran, cry if you want to cry."

She had cried many times before, but at that time, she was alone crying sadly. Even if she cried bitterly, she would bury herself into the pillow and not hear it.

At this moment, in the arms of the man I loved deeply, even crying was more refreshing than before.

I don’t know how long it took Wen Ran to stop gradually. Above his head, Mo Xiuchen’s teasing words came: “Ranran, you wet my shirt and you will be responsible for washing me later.”

Wen Ran looked at his heart-wrenching eyes with his swollen eyes, and suddenly smiled again, "Okay, isn't it just a piece of clothing? I'll just wash it for you."

"Well, that's how good." Mo Xiuchen pulled out a tissue from the tissue box, gently wiped her tears, and asked gently: "I'm tired of crying, should I be hungry?"

He didn't say it, Wen Ran didn't feel it yet. After saying it, she suddenly felt hungry and nodded heavily.

"Go home, I'll make you dinner."

Mo Xiuchen wiped her tears and snot, and Wen Ran sat up straight, "Can you cook?"

"Can I not cook?" Mo Xiuchen asked, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he instantly returned to his calm and composed expression. He looked at Wen Ran's swollen eyes and said jokingly: "If I don't know, then you can cook it for me."

"It's not the ingredients I asked to buy." Wen Ran pouted and protested.

Mo Xiuchen laughed happily, "Okay, I bought it, I'm responsible for it, but I don't remember whether I can cook. You will be there to guide me later, okay?"

“This can be considered.”

Wen Ran smiled playfully and cutely. Mo Xiuchen looked at her smile, and his heart felt soft, but the corners of his mouth were rising.

"Then it's settled, let's go home now." After Mo Xiuchen lost his memory, he had never been as happy as he is now. Even if he was with Wen Ran before, he was not as satisfied and happy as he was tonight.

"Yes." Wen Ran nodded with a smile.

When the car was on the road, Mo Xiuchen turned on the music and turned the sound to a very small one, which did not affect the conversation between the two, but could hear it. It was really just background music.

On the way home, Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran did not deliberately please each other, nor did they deliberately find topics. They just wanted to talk, so they said it.

The content of the chat doesn't matter.

But it made both of them feel moved and happy. That kind of happiness cannot be described in words. Even if you have the whole world, you can't compare to the person you love deeply with a smile or a gentle word.

Mo Xiuchen drove the car to a villa in the suburbs. When Qingfeng and Qingyang saw them together, they immediately called Zhang Ma's family to go out for a night market. In the huge villa, only Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran were left.

They have never had such a two-person world.

It's just a state of mind, but it's different.

Mo Xiuchen held the dish in one hand and held Wen Ran in the other, and entered the living room. He did not let go of her hand. The two entered the kitchen together. Wen Ran struggled gently: "Xiu Chen."

Mo Xiuchen put the dishes on the marble table before letting Wen Ran’s hand go, “Ranran, you have a rest first, and wait until I finish washing the dishes, I will have something to do if I don’t know. I’ll give you some advice.”

"good!"

Wen Ran answered lightly, with a strong smile on his eyebrows and eyes. She didn't know if this was considered breaking his oath. However, when Xiu Chen told her that after he lost his memory and fell in love with her again, she wanted to spend the night happily with him.

There is no need for promises, no vows, and no need for love and affection. They are like ordinary friends, cooking and eating with him.
Chapter completed!