Mo Xiuchen wanted to make the atmosphere less stagnant, and hoped that Ranran would not be so sad.

However, his pretended relaxed words made Wen Ran even more sad. She heard that Mo Jingteng had bribed the killer and shot Xiu Chen at the hospital door, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Ranran."

Mo Xiuchen tightened his heart and called out a soft voice.

Wen Ran pursed her lips, looked up at the crystal tube on top of her head, then lowered her eyes and stared at the gauze on his arm, "Where is that killer?"

“In prison.”

"Where is Mo Jingteng?"

"He died ten days ago."

After he failed to buy a murder, Mo Jingteng died.

Wen Ran heard that Mo Jingteng was dead, and couldn't help but frown: "How could he die so easily?"

He did so many things to Xiu Chen and died like that. It was so cheap.

Mo Xiuchen knew that Ranran was holding him up for him. All the negative emotions in his heart were driven away by her tenderness and love. He gently took her into his arms and kissed her forehead, "Ranran, he will die, so as not to affect our mood."

Only when you die will you not harm others again.

The moment Mo Xiuchen was shot, he was actually very glad that he sent Ranran away. If Ranran was in City G, he was really afraid that the person who was injured would be her.

"Ranran, there is one more thing I have to tell you."

Wen Ran was so angry on the way back, but after listening to Mo Xiuchen's explanation, she felt only sad for him. As soon as she thought of the harm Mo Jingteng had caused to Xiuchen, she felt indescribable sadness.

He hugged her in his arms just now, and she was very docile. Not only did she not refuse, she also hugged him actively.

Pass her love to him in a hug.

Hearing him say something else, she raised her head from his chest, looked into his eyes gently, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Mo Xiuchen's big palm gently stroked her soft hair, and her low and magnetic voice exuded a hint of emotion: "That day, when I was shot, a car drove from behind. Shen Yuting happened to be present. She pushed me away and was hit by the car."

"Sister Ting is injured, is it serious?"

Wen Ran was stunned for a moment and asked stiffly.

"It's not serious, just a little bit of a minor injury. She's fine now. Ranran I'll tell you, I just don't want you to think about it from others."

Mo Xiuchen looked at her with gentle eyes. He was afraid that Ranran would want to retreat because of this and dare not be with him anymore.

Wen Ran understood what he meant. She lowered her eyes, looked up and went up to his gaze. Her eyes were gentle and calm, without struggle or hesitation, as clear as a lake: "Xiuchen, even if Sister Ting's injury is healed, I should say thank you to her in person."

Mo Xiuchen nodded, "I changed the dressing this morning, so I went to see her and thank her. However, if you want to thank her in person, it's OK."

He had warned Shen Yuting, believing that she would not dare to talk nonsense in front of Ranran anymore.

"Is there anything else besides this?" Wen Ran looked at his arm and asked seriously.

Mo Xiuchen shook his head: "No more, Ranran, I told you all the other things on the phone. Oh, I remembered you, and there is one more thing, but it has nothing to do with me."

Wen Ran looked at him eager to clear himself and couldn't help laughing: "What's the matter?"

"Shen Yuting broke up with Jiang Liu."

Wen Ran was stunned, and surprise appeared between his eyebrows and eyes.

Mo Xiuchen immediately explained: "Ranran, I only found out today. Shen Yuting just broke up with Jiang Liu, which doesn't mean they really broke up."

"Xiuchen, have Sister Ting never looked for you again after she was injured for you?" Wen Ran asked too much. Mo Xiuchen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No, maybe, she is waiting for me to see her. But I have been busy all these days, and I was thinking to wait for you to see her again after you come back."

"Then you'd better go there yourself?"

Wen Ran was not jealous or angry.

Mo Xiuchen smiled slightly and said, "I changed the dressing this morning and by the way, I went to see her. Her injuries have healed, so, Ranran, you don't have to feel sorry for her."

Wen Ran looked at him with a funny look: "Are you afraid that I will give you to her in order to express my gratitude?"

"Ranran!"

Mo Xiuchen frowned. He was not a gift, so how could he give it to someone.

Wen Ran rolled his eyes, pulled him up from the sofa, stretched out his hands and hugged his waist, buried his head in his chest, and murmured softly: "Xiuchen, you are my husband, how could I bear to give you away?"

Even if she thanked Shen Yuting, she would not give Xiu Chen to her.

Mo Xiuchen's tall body froze slightly, and a stream of joy passed through his heart like a tide. He raised his hand and grabbed Wen Ran's head. With a slight force, he forced her to raise her face. He called "Ranran", lowered his head, and kissed her gently and affectionately.

A month of longing turned into a affectionate kiss.

Wen Ran's brain was blank for a moment. When she came to her senses, she did not refuse, but responded gently, opened her mouth actively, and silently invited him.

Ambiguousness suddenly appeared in the air.

The two people kissed affectionately, their body fluids blended and their breath entangled.

It was not until the person in his arms could not breathe that Mo Xiuchen ended the kiss reluctantly and got the free warm breath.

Mo Xiuchen condensed her red face, with blurred eyes, and a hot feeling somewhere in his body. His eyes became deeper, and he suppressed his desire to ask for more thoughts. He hugged her and asked hoarsely: "Ranran, are you hungry?"

Wen Ran's legs were a little weak, and the affectionate and enthusiastic kiss just now seemed to have taken her strength.

At this moment, facing his hot eyes, her heart beat loudly, frantically uncontrolled by herself. She was not an uninformed girl, nor did she not know the man in front of her. From his eyes, she knew what he wanted to do now.

She subconsciously pursed her lips, and there was a breath of his on her lips.

"Ranran!"

The man's hoarse voice sounded again in his ears, which was even more charming and sexy than before. He was tempted by her pursed lips, and his body was hard to bear.

Wen Ran blinked his confused eyes and said softly: "I'm not hungry, but your arms."

Mo Xiuchen was ecstatic when he heard this. The big hand that was originally hugging her waist suddenly tightened. Wen Ran's chest was soft and tightly pressed against his chest. The sudden collision made her tremble. Before she could say anything else, Mo Xiuchen had already lowered her head and kissed her lips again, "Ranran, my arm is fine, as long as it doesn't touch it."

Originally, he felt that he could restrain himself.
Chapter completed!