The corners of the man's eyes narrowed slightly, and in the severe pain, his thoughts drifted far away.

It was as if he had just met her at that time......

Mo Nanjue wondered, was he not cherished enough at that time, so he was destined not to get her?

If you can start all over again......

Tong Ran hung up the phone and returned to the sofa, Su Qingtian hung her head, "Xiao Ran, are you pregnant?"

Tong Ran didn't want to talk about this topic too much, "Yes. ”

"Just ......"

The gentle smile on the corner of Tong Ran's mouth has not faded, "I'm talking to my husband on the phone." ”

Su Qingtian nodded, and hurriedly helped her sit down, "Then you have to pay attention to rest, pregnancy is a big deal for women." ”

"My husband will be back in a few days," Tong Ran couldn't help but feel a little more cordial, she took her hand, "Sister, I heard from my mother that you are married." ”

Su Qingtian's expression dodged, so he had to respond stiffly, "Yes...... Yes. ”

"Is it American?"

“…… Yes. ”

Tong Ran leaned back on the sofa, "Is he good to you?"

Su Qingtian choked in her throat, is Mo Nanjue good to her? She lowered her eyes, in her thoughts, women are meant to serve men, how can they let men be good to themselves?

She didn't answer, but asked rhetorically, "Xiao Ran, is your husband good to you?"

Tong Ran didn't want to nod, "He is very good to me, he does everything for me, takes care of me, and tolerates me...... In short, he is a peerless good husband. ”

Su Qingtian clenched her hand when she heard this, she was still not used to the title of husband, "That's good...... My husband is also very good to me. ”

Tong Ran remembered the phone call just now, and his heart was sweet, "Sister, it seems that we are all married to a good husband." ”

Su Qingtian nodded stiffly, she actually wanted to see what Xiao Ran's husband was like?

She didn't expect Mo Nanjue to treat her like Xiao Ran's husband, she just wanted to see him every day......

The two talked for a while, Su Qingtian has always been submissive, asking and answering, Tong Ran and her couldn't chat happily, and finally had to go upstairs to rest.

***

On the seventh day, Xie Yanghua took the time to go to the villa that day.

It is located in a secluded place, which is difficult for ordinary people to enter, and it is bustling 24 hours a day, and business is very good, and it is said that the money coming in a day can exceed the income of the New York Stock Exchange in one hour.

But no one knows who the owner of this place is, and no one has seen it, only that it is an extremely mysterious person.

The waiter led Xie Yanghua in, and he handed over the sign, "Thirty-seven." ”

"Okay," the waiter said, "Come here." ”

The diamond-encrusted carpet is layered on top of each other, revealing the atmosphere of luxury ~ millet all around.

The waiter led him to the innermost room on the third floor, "Thirty-seven is inside." ”

Xie Yanghua nodded, and before he could move forward, the door was pushed open.

Several tall American men talked and laughed, and walked out with buttons on.

Xie Yanghua glanced at it, raised his legs and walked in.

The room was full of glittering decorations, filled with the smell of some kind of perfume, and the surrounding tables, chairs, and even bathtubs were lined with various props, and torn clothes were scattered all over the floor.

In short, it's messy.

In the center was a large round bed topped by a gauzy veil.

There was a man sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a white bathrobe loosely, his head hung down, his slender white hands on his laps, and his shallow bangs seemed to have just been washed, and he was now resting on his forehead.