The sound that had been dragged out came with a harsh sound, and Mo Nanjue's right hand shook, and the nerve endings were paralyzed, and he desperately clenched his fist and withdrew his hand.

Thunderous applause suddenly rang out below.

Mo Nanjue stood up, dizzy, he raised his hand to support the lid, and after holding back, he turned around and walked over step by step.

Tong Ran raised his head, "What's wrong?"

"It's been a long time since I've played, I'm rusty," Mo Nanjue sat down beside her, he stretched out his left hand to wrap his arm around her shoulder, and his right hand hung down at his side, "Do you want to try?"

"It's okay to have you," Tong Ran reached out to take his hand, "You are my left hand." ”

The man leaned over and kissed her lightly, Tong Ran pressed his head, "The baby kicked me just now." ”

"Really?" Mo Nanjue raised his head when he heard this, and he was actually a little at a loss, "Are you going to give birth?"

Poof――

Tong Ran laughed out loud and slapped him lightly on the shoulder, "It's fetal movement!"

"How dare you scare me into breaking your legs!"

“……”

Where did she scare him?!

Mo Nanjue had a cold face, and then suddenly leaned over, "Let me hear it." ”

"He's not moving now. ”

"When will it move again?"

Tong Ran ran his fingers into his thick hair, "I don't know, maybe I heard you play the piano just now, so he was excited." Why don't you play it again?"

Mo Nanjue's expression darkened, he pressed against her lower abdomen, she laughed itchily, and the man reached out and pinched her buttocks hard, "Don't move!"

"Shhhh

"So don't move!"

“……”

Tong Ran pursed his lips, the two hugged each other and did not move, Mo Nanjue ordered a lot of delicate little desserts, and set up a full table, where people played the piano and sang all the time, he sat on the soft sofa with her in his arms, and talked while feeding her.

Tong Ran leaned comfortably in his arms, and at this time, an oriental girl walked to the stage below.

She ordered a song, which was by Zhang Liangying.

……

Can't see through it, it's your lost soul

I can't guess the color of your pupils

A gust of wind, a dream

Love is as unpredictable as life

What is your heart bewitched?

……

Your silhouette is drowned in the night

See how the peach blossoms turn out

Remembering your face is my obsession with waiting for you

You're a song I can't finish

……

The singing voice was quiet and moving, Tong Ran narrowed her eyes slightly, habitually sleepy, she stretched out her hand to hold the big hand on her waist, "Mo Nanjue." ”

The man's chin rested lightly on top of her head, "Huh?"

Tong Ran curled his lips, "It's nothing, I thought you were gone." ”

Mo Nanjue's eyes tingled slightly, and he hugged her tightly with his left arm, "I won't leave, you can sleep when you are sleepy." ”

"Are you really not going to go?"

"No, it won't. ”

"So you say, are you dreaming now, or is it in reality?"

"You can go wherever you want," Mo Nanjue lowered his head and grabbed her lips, and only raised his head after a moment of entanglement, "I'll accompany you, sleep." ”

"You are not allowed to leave ......"

"No," Monanjue tucked her coat up and patted her palm on her shoulder, "Sleep." ”

"Good. ”

Tong Ran nodded reassuringly, she closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Monanjue's gaze was fixed on her little face, the man's delicate eyebrows were stained with sorrow, and he reached out and gently rubbed his fingertips against the skin of her cheeks.

Let her think it's a dream, he's just a dream for hers.

This time, Tong Ran did have a dream again.