"Go back after eating. ”

The man took over the conversation, and finally found a point where he could cut in, he stepped forward and picked up the box and spoon hanging on the side, scooped a few spoonfuls, "Come here." ”

"......" What is he going to do?

"Tong Ran, I asked you to come over! Do you want me to bring you over?!"

"Can you change the word?!" She's not a puppy!

Tong Ran reluctantly walked over, and the man pulled out the chair, "Sit." ”

"You're going to ......," she said, and as soon as she opened her mouth, a scoop of ice cream was fed in.

Tong Ran only felt that the tip of his tongue was icy, sweet and cool in his mouth, and the wound really didn't hurt so much.

Seeing that her little face showed a comfortable expression, Mo Nanjue's brows eased slightly, scooped up another spoonful, carefully shook off the ice slag inside, and sent it to her mouth.

He......

He was actually feeding her......

Tong Ran raised his head in surprise and looked at the man in front of him in disbelief.

He wore a white handmade shirt with gold threads curled around the collar, and under his short dark brown hair, his handsome face became more and more eye-catching.

Unexpectedly, such an image collided with the teenager in her mind.

She has never denied that Monanjue is a very attractive man.

No wonder so many women dream of climbing into his bed.

Tong Ran has not checked his information, and if you search the Internet, you can find that although he is behind the most powerful Mohs group in the United States, the emperor is self-made by him alone.

He was alone, with an unknown emperor who had just started, step by step to today's position of covering the sky with one hand.

Behind the success, there is often a great loneliness.

And the word loneliness, Tong Ran has smelled it on Mo Nanjue more than once.

He is not short of money, he is not short of women, he is not short of anything that is within reach.

What he lacks may be warmth......

Tong Ran was also once as curious as many young girls, such a supreme man, anyone, has ever walked into his heart?

"What are you doing in a daze?" Seeing that she didn't open her mouth for a long time, Mo Nanjue frowned, raised his hand and knocked on her head, "Give me attention when you're with me!"

He's sitting in front of her, could it be that she's still thinking about other men?!

"I'll eat it myself......" Tong Ran lowered his head, and he didn't dare to look at him for a while.

"You're either going to finish this box now, or," Monan Jue looked up, "go eat it all yourself." ”

“……”

He's really not human.

The night was very quiet, Tong Ran sat on the rattan chair, obediently opened his mouth to eat, and suddenly asked, "Mo Nanjue, has anyone fed you ice cream?"

"Yes," the man blurred the corners of his eyes, his voice drifting far away with the stars, "my brother." ”

"Brother?" Tong Ran looked at him in surprise, "You still have a brother?"

Where is his brother? President of Mohs in the United States?

Mo Nanjue's expression was faint, as if he was not talking about his own business, "Once, brother." ”

"Once......" Tong Ran carefully chose the word, "then he ...... now"

"It doesn't matter to me where he is," the man scooped up a spoonful of ice cream, "because he's dead in my heart." ”

"How could it be ......" Tong Ran was shocked, did he break off relations with his brother?!

What kind of grievance will it be......

Seeing her look of disbelief, Mo Nanjue frowned irritably, damn it, why did he say so much to this woman?!