Tong Ran smiled and shook his head, and was about to go upstairs, but after thinking about it, he turned back to the restaurant and served a bowl of steaming cordyceps soup.

He didn't eat anything at noon at the company, and he didn't eat dinner at this time......

If Mo Nanjue is hungry and has any problems, he will ask her to serve again.

She didn't want to suffer with him.

The door of the master bedroom was not locked, and when Tong Ran entered, he saw Mo Nanjue leaning on the soft sofa, holding a few documents in his hand and looking through them.

She brought it to the door and walked over with the soup, "Let's drink the soup first and then see." ”

The man's eyelids lifted, and he fell back on the A4 paper, "What poison?"

"What?" Tong Ran was stunned, and then reacted, "Mo Nanjue, do you think everyone is the same as you?"

She kindly served him soup to drink, and he actually asked her what poison she had?!

"Didn't you poison me?"

Mo Nanjue threw the document in his hand aside, suddenly grabbed her wrist and forced her into his arms.

"I'm still holding the soup—"

"I can't sprinkle it. ”

The man took the porcelain bowl in her hand with his right hand, grabbed her face with his left hand, and began to kiss her snow-white neck.

This place is her most sensitive~ sense, and it is also his favorite place.

Tong Ran was trembling by his flexible and hot ~ hot kiss, she reached out and pushed him, "The soup will be cold......"

"Then drink it now. ”

Mo Nanjue half-squinted his peach blossom eyes, handed the porcelain bowl to his mouth, took a small sip of his thin lips, aimed at Tong Ran's lips, and fed it directly.

"You ......"

Tong Ran's eyes widened, but the man pressed her tightly, just one bite after another, she had no chance to resist at all.

The atmosphere in the room heated up dramatically.

Just such a small bowl of soup, Mo Nanjue fed it back and forth for twenty or thirty mouthfuls before he saw the bottom.

Finally, the tip of the man's tongue licked the corner of her mouth, and let go of her unsatisfied.

As soon as he was free, Tong Ran hurriedly wiped his lips with the back of his hand, "Mo Nanjue, aren't you dirty?!"

How could he drink soup like this!

"What, could it be that you are dirty?" Seeing the disgust on her face, the man's face instantly sank, "Do you want to try something dirtier?"

“……”

What else does he want to feed her?!

Tong Ran didn't bother to argue with him more, so he turned around and left.

"You stand up for me!" Mo Nanjue roared angrily when he saw this, "Tong Ran, you can't be bold now, are you?!"

He's still talking, and this woman actually gives him a U-turn and leaves?!

It seems that he has spoiled her to heaven!

Tong Ran heard the roar behind him that shocked the entire villa, and he didn't look back, but walked straight into the fitting room.

When he came out, he had a silver-white hair dryer in his hand.

"What for?" Monan Jue raised an eyebrow, "You want me to feed you with this?"

“……”

Tong Ran was almost choked to death by his words, she suppressed the urge to throw the hair dryer in his face, and walked over, kneeling on the sofa cushion behind him on one knee, and standing on the ground on the other leg.

That way, she just had enough reach for his head.

Mo Nanjue squinted the corners of his eyes slightly, feeling a warm breeze shuttling through his water-stained hair, along with a pair of soft and cold little hands.

The sound of the hair dryer was very loud, and Tong Ran knelt behind Mo Nanjue, holding the hair dryer in one hand, and helping him smooth his short dark brown hair with the other, carefully helping him dry every place.

This scene, in the future, every time Mo Nanjue recalls it, he feels like a thin needle trapped in his heart, no matter how hard he tries, it is impossible to pull it out.

……