Mo Nanjue put his hands in his pockets, his good-looking peach blossom eyes were squinted, but the arc of the corners of his eyes was incomparably yin, the man's thin lips were pursed, and his eyes fell on Song Fang for a moment.

Song Fang only felt that there were thousands of sharp swords stabbing at him.

Luo Tingsong stood behind Mo Nanjue, and gestured to Song Fang to shut up, and he was so anxious that he almost stomped his feet, he heard Song Fang's words clearly just now, and he knew better what kind of character his own wife was, usually if he heard a few words from her at most, but today......

Mo Nanjue can follow Tong Ran home, and he is so polite, it can already explain his attitude, Song Fang said this to Tong Ran, I don't know if he is looking for death?

Luo Tingsong sighed in his heart, he thought for a while, and hurriedly walked over to stand beside Tong Ran, "Xiao Ran, are you okay?"

Tong Ran was frowning, and shook his head when he heard this, "It's okay." ”

"It's okay, look at it, can you come home," Luo Tingsong glanced at Mo Nanjue in embarrassment, and saw that he still looked gloomy, so he pushed Tong Ran out, "Your aunt and I have always been worried that you are alone outside, so she also cares about you, and besides, she is such a person, and she has always been like this before, you don't know it, she has no malicious ......"

"Indeed," it was Mo Nanjue who answered, and the corners of the man's mouth were coldly hooked, "Mr. Luo, Tong Ran committed suicide and was hospitalized before, and it seems that you went in vain." ”

Tong Ran was stunned when she heard this, she never knew about this, "Uncle, you went to the hospital that time?"

"This ......" Luo Tingsong nodded hurriedly, this title changed from Uncle to President Luo, it seemed that it really angered him, he was secretly frightened, "I went once, and it was Jue Shao who invited me to go......"

"Don't say that," Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, "You just said that I thought Tong Ran was out alone, and it seems that I don't have any zài with you at all, just like a dead person." How can a dead man please you?"

“……”

Luo Tingsong was choked by his words and broke out in a cold sweat, Mo Nanjue hooked his fingers, and Luo's family would be razed to the ground immediately, he quickly shook his head, and almost rushed over to slap Song Fang's mouth, "No, Jue Shao, you misunderstood, we all know that Xiao Ran followed you, and we all said at home that this was a blessing from her cultivation......"

"Knowing that she followed me, and still scolding her like this," Mo Nanjue's eyes were cold, and his voice was even colder, "The woman who scolds me is equivalent to scolding me, scolding me at home every day, is what you call the blessing of cultivation?"

“……”

Luo Tingsong's jaw was about to fall, his palms were full of cold sweat, and his old face was wrinkled, "Jue, Jue, I didn't mean that......"

The man lifted his chin slightly, "What does that mean?"

"No, it's ...... I ......"

Luo Tingsong couldn't make up a sentence for a long time, he had to look at Tong Ran, "Xiao Ran, you also know ......"

"What does she know?" Mo Nanjue's tone was cold, "Didn't she persuade Luo Xiao to cut ties with you, what else could she know?"

Song Fang hurriedly interjected, "I just guessed casually just now......"

"You can pull my woman to other men casually, if you really talk about it, what will she be pulled into by you?"

Song Fang was stunned and pursed her lips, "She and Xiao Er were originally ...... before"

"So Luo Xiao should be damned. ”

Song Fang was instantly anxious, "Don't move my son......"