“……”

The love story is so smooth.

Tong Ran glanced at him from time to time, why did she always feel that this man was not well-intentioned?

Mo Nanjue propped his hands on the edge of the table, this man's natural clothes rack, what clothes he wore were different, his handsome face pretended to be serious, "I'm for your good." ”

Tong Ran bit down on the rim of the cup, "Where is it?"

"Isn't going to see your uncle a sign of being responsible for you?"

"So?"

The man raised an eyebrow, "Tell them that you are my Monan Jue's woman." ”

"And then?"

"And then you'll have my label on you. ”

"The last?"

Mo Nanjue reached out and touched his nose, and he almost didn't say the sentence for Luo Xiao to take a good look at.

Tong Ran glanced at him, didn't speak, and got up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Mo Nanjue pulled her to sit on his lap and walked one hand over her chest, "Why am I going to see your parents, and you are still so hesitant? ”

Tong Ran looked back at him with disdain, "Is there anything you Mo Nanjue is nervous about?"

This, it seems that there really isn't, the man clasped his hands tightly, and his handsome face pressed against the side of her face, "You are the thing I am most nervous about." ”

"I'm human. ”

"Then you're the tightest person. ”

Definitely, the more he talked, the more unserious he became, Tong Ran slapped his hand away, "I'll go wash the dishes, wait and ask Uncle if he has time, today Saturday, we just took you to play." ”

The man raised an eyebrow, "You take me?"

"We have a lot of delicious food and fun there," Tong Ran leaned over and kissed him on the face, "Take you to experience the life of ordinary people." ”

"Pingmingmin's surname?" the corners of Mo Nanjue's mouth curled slightly, "Don't ordinary people do what we do every night?"

“……”

It was already more than ten o'clock after cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Tong Ran kept remembering Luo Tingsong's number, but she never called, she held the mobile phone and hesitated, but still dialed it.

It took a long time for the other end to pick up, "Hey?"

"Hey," Tong Ran paused, "Uncle, I'm Xiao Ran." ”

"Xiao Ran?" Luo Tingsong's voice was obviously excited, since the last time he was taken to the ward by Mo Nanjue to see Tong Ran once, he hadn't contacted her again, "Where are you now?"

"I'm very good, uncle, don't worry," Tong Ran listened to the words of concern, and his heart warmed, and he glanced sideways at the man who was reading the newspaper on the sofa, and suddenly felt a little nervous, "That, uncle, are you at home today?"

"Huh?" Luo Tingsong was stunned for a moment, and nodded hurriedly, "Yes, do you want to come home?" I asked your aunt to cook a few more dishes you like......

"Yes, I'll be back in the afternoon. ”

"Okay, good, I haven't been back for a long time, it's good," Luo Tingsong said a few good words in a row, and then the conversation changed, "Then, Xiao Ran, is Xiao Er coming back with you?"

“……”

Tong Ran's hand holding the phone tightened.

Monan Jue looked up at her in the newspaper.

"No, I'll bring a friend back," Tong Ran really couldn't speak, thinking that he would explain when he got home, and he couldn't tell the phone clearly, "Uncle, I'll see you in the afternoon." ”

"Okay, Uncle is waiting for you at home. ”

Hanging up the phone, Mo Nanjue closed the newspaper, his index finger tapped on the table, and the man was obviously displeased, "When did I become your friend?"

"Oh, that's what I said on the phone," Tong Ran hurriedly moved over and sat beside him, reaching out to hug one of the man's arms, "Don't you know what to say when you go back to meet?"