Mo Xiuchen smiled, stretched his arm in front of Wen Ran, and was as high as a king, smiling noblely and gracefully at the corner of his mouth, watching her not speak.

Wen Ran met his smiling eyes and immediately understood. He gently rolled his sleeve in front of him onto his arm. Mo Xiuchen raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction, and stretched his other arm over and praised: "Ranran, you are so smart."

She understood without him saying it.

This should be a tacit understanding between them.

Wen Ran was not humble either, raised her eyebrows lightly and said proudly: "Of course, I have always been very smart."

But occasionally she was very stupid, she added in her heart.

After rolling up her sleeves, Mo Xiuchen began washing vegetables. Wen Ran wanted to help, but he refused, so she had to stand aside and watch him busy. After a while, she took out her cell phone and wanted to record the process of washing vegetables and cooking. Although Mo Xiuchen did not turn to see her, when she raised her cell phone, he smiled docilely and said, "Ranran, are you going to record this as evidence to threaten me to cook for you for the rest of my life?"

After the words came, he turned his head and looked at her with deep eyes.

Wen Ran's face became hot and he said angrily: "It's better to threaten you to hand over the money than to threaten you to cook."

"No problem." Mo Xiuchen agreed readily, and as he said, he freed up a hand to put it into his pocket, took out his wallet and stuffed it into her hand, "Here, Ranran, all these are for you."

Not to mention giving money, he would be willing to give it to him.

Wen Ran looked at him with a funny look. She was talking about whether she was having fun or not. She really wanted his wallet. However, she stared at his wallet and frowned gently.

"Is there something wrong, Ranran?"

Seeing her frown, Mo Xiuchen lowered his smile and asked with concern.

"You bought this wallet?"

Hearing her words, Mo Xiuchen suddenly laughed again, "Ranran, do you think the wallet I used was bought by Cheng Jia?"

"I haven't seen it before." Wen Ran said softly, her cheeks were hot, and she was obviously jealous.

"Ranran, I bought this wallet myself, and I threw it away the one that Cheng Jia gave me. At that time, she said that the wallet was mine, but I didn't like it. Later, I bought one by myself, not only for wallets, clothes, etc., but also for myself."

His low and gentle words moved Wen Ran again.

"Xiuchen, you are so smart."

"Of course, if I'm not smart, can I find such a cute wife as Ranran?" Mo Xiuchen said, and Wen Ran's originally slightly red face turned red instantly. She glared at him and said, "I'm hungry, you can cook quickly." She turned around and left.

"Ranran, where are you going?"

When Mo Xiuchen saw her leaving, he immediately asked.

"I'll go outside to watch TV for a while." Wen Ran went out of the kitchen without looking back, went to the living room to turn on the TV, sat alone on the sofa, holding the remote control and adjusting a variety show station. However, the handsome man and beautiful woman on the LCD screen could not attract her attention. She turned on the TV and looked at the man in the kitchen.

A back made her heart full of sweetness and happiness. She just watched quietly, looking gentle and focused.

At the same time, in the cafe on the first floor of the mall, Cheng Jia tightened the spoon in her hand, and Mo Xiuchen's previous sentence echoed over and over again in her ears, "After I lost my memory, I fell in love with Riranran again."

Her face turned from white to blue, and then turned from blue to white.

The woman's complaint at the next table came into her ears: "...This really doesn't matter to me. It's all that bad woman Wen Ran, she wants to pretend to be Bai Xiaoxiao..."

Hearing the name Wen Ran, Cheng Jia's face changed suddenly, and a hint of coldness burst out in her eyes. She turned her head and looked at the woman at the next table.

It was a young woman, holding a spoon in one hand and a cell phone in the other. Although she was just a side face, Cheng Jia clearly saw the anger on her face. A sneer flashed in her heart, she withdrew her gaze and continued to listen to her complaining to the person on the other end of the phone.

It seems that there are quite a lot of people in this world who hate Wen Ran.

However, Cheng Jia didn't know who this woman was. After listening to her phone call, she probably understood a little bit. This woman was not here to grab Mo Xiuchen. This made Cheng Jia feel a little more comfortable.

Now, she doesn't think she has lost. Her obsession with Mo Xiuchen has reached a point where she will only let go unless she dies.

She thought for a few minutes, and when the woman paid and left, Cheng Jia got up, paid and followed her out of the cafe, walked with her to the parking lot, and called her: "Miss, please wait a moment."

Qi Meiling was about to open the car door and sit in when she heard the sound behind her. She turned her head, looked at Cheng Jia coldly, and asked arrogantly: "You call me?"

Cheng Jiahui nodded with a smile: "Yes, Miss."

Qi Meiling narrowed her eyes and looked at her scrutinizedly: "What's the matter?"

Cheng Jia's attitude was still very good, with a smile on his face and a gentle tone: "Just now, I accidentally heard you talk to the phone, and it seemed that I hated Wen Ran very much."

Qi Meiling's face suddenly changed, and a sharp look burst out in her eyes: "Do you know Wen Ran, or do you want to say good things for Wen Ran?" Her tone was very bad. She was really depressed to meet someone who was related to Wen Ran anywhere she went.

"Of course not, it just happens. I hate Wen Ran too. If you want to teach Wen Ran a lesson, or vent your anger or something, I can help you. I wonder what you call me, Miss?"

Cheng Jia knew from Qi Meiling's clothes that this woman had a good family background and thought she was a rich lady.

She hopes that the richer and more powerful she is, the better she has and has a strong backing to deal with Wen Ran.

Qi Meiling snorted coldly and looked at Cheng Jia disdainfully: "Why do I tell you, and why do I believe you."

After saying that, she opened the car door and bent down to get on the car. Cheng Jia was anxious when she saw this. She instinctively reached out to grab Qi Meiling's arm and wanted to say a few more words. However, Qi Meiling looked at the soft and weak, not only grabbed her wrist quickly, but also made her scream on the spot with great force.

"you……"

Cheng Jia's face turned pale in pain, cold sweat rolled down her forehead, and countless emotions such as panic, anger, shock and other intertwined in her eyes, finally turned into pain.

Qi Meiling's appearance and personality are completely opposite. She is not as weak and harmless as she looks on the surface. Not only that, she also vented her anger towards Wen Ran on the woman in front of her these two days.

There was only a light crack, and Cheng Jia screamed again, his face pale.
Chapter completed!