The group followed and withdrew.

Half an hour later.

There is a faint incense in the room, perhaps because no one has lived in it for a long time, and there is a very strong smell of sandalwood.

Tong Ran sat on the edge of the bed with Chenchen in his arms, he had always had the habit of taking a nap, and at this time his little head was leaning crookedly in the crook of her arm, and he was not sleeping peacefully.

Monan Jue stood by the window, his hands in his pockets, and he looked out of the window with an indifferent expression.

Mo Beiyan came behind him, he stood still, and Mo Nanjue turned around, "Xie Yanghua now thinks I'm Luo Xiao." ”

He gets straight to the point.

"Luo Xiao and you have swapped," Mo Beiyan nodded, he could guess a little, he took out a cigarette and handed it over, "Xie Yanghua will know sooner or later, it is not a way for us to drag it out." ”

Mo Nanjue stretched out his hand to take it, he raised his eyes and looked at him, "That's not necessarily, some things have been put aside for a long time, and they have become a mystery." ”

Mo Beiyan lit a cigarette for a moment, "When did you feel so emotional?"

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes slightly, he looked over his shoulder and looked at Tong Ran, "I asked you at the time, do you still hate me, you didn't answer me directly," he retracted his gaze, "I want to hear you answer me personally." ”

Mo Beiyan was stunned, then laughed, he pushed down his shoulder, "Do you want to hear me say I love you?"

Mo Nanjue brushed his hand away with a cold face, he turned around and was about to leave, Mo Beiyan hurriedly grabbed his arm, "Hey...... I was wrong, I love you, it's done, right?"

"Wow......"

Chenchen happened to wake up and walked over, and when he heard this, he hurriedly covered his eyes with the back of his hand, "Daddy, are you in love with Dad...... What should I do if my mother is swollen?"

Mo Nanjue glared at Mo Beiyan coldly, "Who wants you to love?!"

"Don't you want me to answer?"

"That's not what I'm asking about!"

"Then what are you asking?" Mo Beiyan frowned, "I forgot, you ask again?"

“……”

Alzheimer's?!

Mo Nanjuejun's face was gloomy, and Mo Yaochen came over to hug his legs, "Dad, do you love Daddy or Mom?"

Chenchen thought that he would say something exciting like 'my favorite is Chenchen', but he didn't expect Mo Nanjue to lean over and pick him up, the man was obviously in a bad mood, he hit the muzzle, "Want to be beaten?!"

“……”

It's brutal.

Mo Yaochen pursed his lips, and Mo Nanjue threw him on the bed and wrapped him in the quilt, "Sleep!"

Chenchen refused to follow, he desperately wanted to come out, "Dad, Haji, don't work so hard, my buttocks won't ......"

Mo Nanjue frowned, "You say one more word?!"

“…… Good afternoon Daddy╭(╯3╰)╮"

“……”

Monan Jue covered the quilt for him, turned around and walked to the window again, and lit a cigarette between his slender fingers.

He didn't move, the cigarette burned to his head, and even burned his fingers, but the man still didn't come back to his senses.

Tong Ran looked at his back and couldn't help frowning, she could see that Mo Nanjue must have something in his heart.

But he didn't say anything...... The appearance of using silence to cover up the wound made her feel even more distressed.

She walked over a few steps, her slender arms hugging his waist from behind, "Monan Jue?"

Mo Nanjue came back to his senses instantly, and he raised his hand to close the window, "You want to be seen by everyone?!"

Tong Ran pressed his face to his back, "No, I see you standing alone in a daze, are you in a bad mood?"

The man's back straightened, and he pulled her arm and turned around, his face still cold, "No." ”