Mo Xiuchen arrived home for a few minutes before Wen Ran.

He did not enter the house, but waited for Wen Ran at the entrance of the villa. A few meters away, his handsome and upright figure shone under the bright headlights.

"Miss Wen, Mr. Mo is waiting for you at the door." Qing Feng turned around and said with a smile to Wen Ran.

A trace of warmth spread out from my heart, and Wen Ran's eyebrows and eyes immediately became tender. She lowered the car window glass and looked at the handsome figure at the door with a smile.

"Ranran."

The car drove into the villa and stopped in front of Mo Xiuchen. He stepped forward, bent down and opened the car door for Wen Ran, and gently called her name.

Wen Ran got out of the car and pretended to be displeased, "Why don't you go back to the house? It's cold at night, what if you catch a cold?"

Mo Xiuchen chuckled, his fingers connected with her, and walked towards the living room: "I'm not cold, don't you see my hands warm?"

"Why don't you say that your arm is still injured?"

Wen Ran rolled her eyes. Is this man satisfied with her if she feels sorry for her?

After entering the living room, the two went upstairs directly.

Mo Xiuchen said gently: "Ranran, just now, A Feng called me, and he said that he would not give up on Bai Xiaoxiao."

**

Corning Hospital

Zhou Lin coaxed her daughter to sleep and was about to go to bed, a knock on the door sounded outside the door.

Then, the door of the ward was pushed open from outside. She looked up and saw Mo Zixuan walking in.

"Zixuan, why are you still coming to the hospital so late?"

Zhou Lin's eyes flashed with surprise, and she quickly got up to meet him. Her eyes touched his slightly red eyes. She smelled the faint smell of wine on his body, and there was a look of concern on her face: "Zixuan, have you drunk?"

Mo Zixuan smiled faintly, handed her the midnight snack in his hand, and walked towards the hospital bed: "I'm fine, I only drank a little."

"Did you buy these late-night snacks?"

Zhou Lin lowered her eyes and looked at the midnight snack that she took from him, and asked hesitantly.

Mo Zixuan looked back at her and turned his gaze to Tiantian who was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed. Although he had only met this little girl a few times, he actually liked her very much.

Perhaps, this is caused by the family affection that is thicker than water.

Looking at the sweet little nose and mouth, and the cute sleeping face, a hint of tenderness appeared in his Mo Yu's eyes, and even the answer to Zhou Lin's words was a little softer. In this late night, it was inexplicably touching the heart: "Tonight, they celebrate Mo Xiuchen's memory recovery and asked me to go with me. When the party parted, I will bring you some food."

"Actually, it's hard to work after a day of work. You should go home early to rest." Zhou Lin felt a little warmth in her heart and looked at the man standing in front of the hospital bed with emotion.

In the past, she was thinking about getting his care and liked, but she did so much, but it was useless. He was indifferent to her except using it.

She never dreamed that there would be such a day when he actually remembered to buy her midnight snack.

Even though he said it by the way, her heart was as sweet as honey. She walked over and placed the midnight snack on the small table by the bedside. Tiantian, who was sleeping, twisted her body and suddenly started crying. She hurried forward and coaxed softly: "Diantian doesn't cry, mom is here."

When Mo Zixuan saw Tiantian crying, he was at a loss for a moment.

He watched Zhou Lin lift the quilt and picked Tiantian up. He skillfully changed her diaper wet and lifted her clothes to breastfeed. A few minutes later, Tiantian fell asleep in her mother's arms, and then she put her back on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

All of this was done so skillfully that her eyebrows and eyes were filled with gentle maternal love.

For a moment, Mo Zixuan actually felt that Zhou Lin was not as annoying as before. He glanced at the midnight snack on the small table and asked lightly: "Do you often wake up at night?"

"Well, before Tiantian got sick, she woke up less at night, and after she got sick, she woke up more often and she always couldn't sleep well."

Zhou Lin washed her hands and sat down in front of the bed. Then she turned on the midnight snack and asked Mo Zixuan: "Do you want to eat more?"

"No, you can eat it."

Mo Zixuan shook his head, paused slightly, and said, "I'll go back first."

"Okay, I'll send you out."

Zhou Lin just picked up the midnight snack and prepared to eat it. When he heard his words, he immediately put it down and stood up. Mo Zixuan quickly stopped him: "No need to send it, you have breakfast and rest."

After saying that, he turned around and strode away from the ward.

**

Suburban villa

In the spacious master bedroom, the lights softly and darkly illuminate every inch of space, and there is a trace of lingering breath in the air.

On Wen Ran's flushed cheeks, there was still a wave of love that had not faded. Her soft body snuggled up in the man's strong and broad chest. Her hands were wrapped in his broad palms. From a distance, it was quiet and beautiful, like a painting.

"Ranran, are you tired?"

Mo Xiuchen looked at the woman in her arms gently with a deep smile, her slender and white fingers combed her messy hair, and the man after the nightmare, his eyebrows were lazy and charming.

Wen Ran looked at him, his body was weak, and he was held tightly by him, unable to struggle, "Don't do anything randomly until the wound on your arm is healed."

Tonight, she didn't expect him to be like that.

But she didn't know how she started just now.

She took a shower first. When Mo Xiuchen came out of the bathroom, she had just finished the phone call with An Lin. He hugged her from behind and she looked back at him.

He asked her who she was on the phone and she told her truthfully.

Such a posture may be too ambiguous, the two of them were too close to each other, and in the scent of each other, she obviously felt something was growing quietly, and a certain part of him was also changing.

When she wanted him to let go, it was too late. He turned her face like that and lowered her head to kiss her. She herself had no concentration and could not withstand his teasing, so the two of them tangled in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

She was afraid that he would tear his wound again and wanted to stop him from continuing, but Mo Xiuchen couldn't stop at all. He said, "Ranran, I haven't loved you for a long time."

That sentence was a long time, and it suddenly expelled all Wen Ran's rationality, and it entangled from the floor-to-ceiling window to the sofa, and later, it went to the bathroom and then back to the bed...

Wen Ran saw him frowning because of the pain in the wound, but he did not give her a chance to stop.

Afterwards, Wen Ran bandaged him again. At this moment, looking at his arm, Wen Ran frowned with pain.

Mo Xiuchen lowered his head, kissed her forehead with sexy thin lips, and murmured in a low voice: "Ranran, I can't control myself when I'm with you."

Wen Ran's heart thumped, and his face began to get hot again, and he was so angry that he stared at him: "Then I will move out tomorrow. I will come back when your injury is healed."

"I don't allow it." Mo Xiuchen tightened his hands and instinctively hugged her tighter.
Chapter completed!