Wen Ran pouted with a little mouth, and with his eyes he signaled Mo Xiuchen not to be angry, and answered lightly: "Okay."

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Liu hung up the phone.

Wen Ran put down his cell phone, held Mo Xiuchen sideways, raised his little face slightly, and looked at him pitifully: "Xiuchen, don't be angry, okay?"

“…”

"I'll forgive you if I kiss you."

Someone looked ahead proudly, not Wen Ran.

Wen Ran's mouth twitched, and saw Mo Xiuchen's face coldly, as if she really ignored her if she didn't obey him.

She couldn't help but smile, put her hands around his neck, took the initiative to give him a kiss, and kissed him lightly on his thin lips. When she was about to leave, her head was grabbed by a big hand. A creature who was originally proud turned around and pried open her teeth domineeringly, and drove straight in.

It seemed as if she was punished to talk to other men on the phone. Her thick tongue swept through the sweetness in her mouth, filling her breath with him inch. Her ruthless and deep kiss almost suffocated Wen Ran.

He didn't let her go until she collapsed in his arms and gasped.

"Ranran, the last thing to do with Jiang Liu." Mo Xiuchen looked at Wen Ran with hot eyes, with a flushed face, and his voice with thin lips was hoarse, although he asked her twice last night.

But the kiss just now aroused the desire in his body again.

The flame of desire flashed in his deep eyes. Seeing that her eyes were also a little blurred, he stared at himself in a daze without answering. His Adam's apple slid, his long fingers penetrated into the corner of her clothes without hesitation, and his hot palm covered his delicate and smooth skin.

"Cleaning dust."

Wen Ran trembled all over.

The voice was filled with a hint of surprise, as if he was surprised by his behavior. Didn’t he just say that he could just kiss him? Now he asked for a kiss, why did he still...

"Ranran, let's go to play in the afternoon."

Mo Xiuchen brought her into his arms, skillfully wandered away somewhere, lowered his head, and kissed her little mouth again.

“Um…”

Wen Ran wanted to resist, but she was no match for the big bad wolf at all.

She just whimpered twice, and without spitting out a clear character, she lost her mind when she was kissed by him. In the room where the temperature was rising, ambiguousness filled the entire space.

"Ranran, Ranran!"

Mo Xiuchen called her name lightly over and over again, his hoarse and sexy voice mixed with her breathing, and then mixed with some passionate sound, echoing in the room for a long time.

After a long time, the indoor calm returned to its original state.

"Ranran, I'll clean it for you." Mo Xiuchen picked up Wen Ran from the sofa, went to the bathroom to clean her body, then carried it back to the sofa, putting the clothes on her one by one.

Wen Ran was as tired as a boneless doll, letting him fiddle with it, too lazy to do it.

"Ranran, your hair is messy, I'll make it up for you again." After Mo Xiuchen put it on her, he glanced at her hairstyle and frowned slightly.

Wen Ran blinked, raised his hand to touch his hair, and nodded again.

"Ranran, why don't you speak? Are you dissatisfied with my performance just now?" Mo Xiuchen narrowed his eyes and looked at Wen Ran in a tentative manner with a serious expression.

Wen Ran stared at him and said gritting his teeth, "I'm very satisfied."

"Just be satisfied." Mo Xiuchen's mouth curled a charming curve, "I'm also very satisfied with myself."

After he said that, he bent down and picked her up. Wen Ran was not careful that he would hug her, and was shocked: "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you anymore. I just want to re-breast your hairstyle." He carried her to the dressing table, placed it in a chair, and untied her braids.

Wen Ran looked at Mo Xiuchen in the mirror, with clear eyebrows and focused expressions. After practicing the previous two times, this time, he was very skillful in the movements, and his slender and fair fingers were piercing the edges between her hair.

If it weren't for her own eyes, she would have no idea that a big man like him could still braid his hair. When and how he learned it, she had no idea about it.

"Xiuchen, why don't I know when you learned braiding? You learned it from Cheng Jia when you were in D-country, right?"

Wen Ran asked with a chuckling.

Mo Xiuchen glanced at her and said softly: "After you went to bed last night, I checked the information online and read the various hairstyles. It's nothing difficult."

"Nothing hard?"

Wen Ran opened her eyes wide and looked at the proud man in the mirror.

Mo Xiuchen raised his eyebrows and replied to her with such a fact. Wen Ran sighed: "I suddenly realized that I don't know you at all. How many abilities do you have that I don't know?"

A charming curve appeared at the corner of Mo Xiuchen's mouth, exuding confidence and his nobility, "Ranran, we have a lifetime of time, and you will slowly discover that you will not dislike me."

Wen Ran smiled with his eyebrows and eyes curled, "Yes, I can always find all your goodness in my life."

"Um."

Mo Xiuchen returned to her gentle and affectionate smile, and the busy movements on her head never stopped.

Because it was re-written, it still has the same hairstyle as before, so the speed is very fast.

After a while, it was finished.

"Ranran, it's OK." Mo Xiuchen pulled Wen Ran up from the chair, held her shoulders with both hands, leaned over slightly, pressed her face together, and admired the picture in the mirror.

"Well, it's good, Xiuchen, if you don't become the president one day, you can consider opening a store and braiding people to ensure a prosperous business."

Wen Ran turned left and right, admiring his hairstyle in the mirror.

Mo Xiuchen chuckled and said proudly: "I will only braid your hair with our daughter, and others do not have that qualification."

"Arrogant!"

Wen Ran smiled angrily, and her heart was as sweet as eating honey.

Mo Xiuchen raised his handsome eyebrows, kissed her on the face, and said happily: "You call Shen Yuting back, I'll go downstairs first."

Wen Ran remembered that he had just called Jiang Liu, but he had given him that call, and had not yet called Shen Yuting back.

Looking at her annoyed expression, Mo Xiuchen chuckled, "Ranran, tell her that she will definitely make an appointment with Jiang Liu for her so that she won't have to worry."

"ah?"

Wen Ran looked at Mo Xiuchen in surprise. Didn’t he get angry just now because she called Jiang Liu? No matter how her face changed, it would be fast.

"Leave this matter to me, you don't have to worry about it anymore. Just let Shen Yuting wait for news."

Mo Xiuchen's eyes were filled with a hint of pampering, and his tone was gentle. He didn't want Ranran to contact Jiang Liu, nor did he want her to refuse Shen Yuting and go with her to see Jiang Liu or something.

Therefore, he will deal with this matter.
Chapter completed!