"So what are you doing staring at me?"

"Because it's good-looking. ”

“……”

Tong Ran suddenly looked stern, and she stretched out her hands to hold his face, "Mo Nanjue, something is wrong with you." ”

The man laughed, "Do I have to press you to be right?"

"Not really!" Tong Ran retorted, her eyes staring at his handsome face and refusing to let go, "I think you're not happy." ”

"Nonsense," Mo Nanjue reached out and patted her on the head, "how could I be unhappy that you are here?"

"Look, something is wrong, right?" Tong Ran raised his small eyebrows and analyzed, "Normally, at times like this, you will say: because it is uncomfortable to see you...... How can such words be so gentle?"

Mo Nanjue leaned his handsome face over, "Do you think I'm gentle?"

Tong Ran was stunned, and the sound of his breathing sprayed on his face, itchy, "Warm...... Gentle. ”

Mo Nanjue looked at the ruddy little face in front of him, but he couldn't smile at all, the photo was pressed in his pocket, and the moment Steward Zhou turned around was a pain that he couldn't relieve in his eternal life, no matter how he persuaded himself, he couldn't pull away.

Can it be pulled away?

Monan Jue retracted his movements, he stood up, walked to the window, and cast his gaze.

The night was deep and heavy, but it was not as heavy as the weight on the man's shoulders, Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes slightly, the feeling of suffocation was almost extinguished, and he was overwhelmed, he was even thinking, what was Luo Xiao's feeling when he faced Tong Ran and Luo Tingsong?

Can you laugh?

A pain for the two of them, Mo Nanjue took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and put the cigarette to his lips, but suddenly remembered that Tong Ran was still pregnant, he frowned, and threw the cigarette case directly against the window.

There was a bang downstairs, and then the people at the top of the stairs came out to check, Mo Nanjue raised his hand to support his forehead, his chest was very blocked, he pursed his thin lips, and his eyes were gloomy.

Behind him, a pair of hands wrapped around his waist, Tong Ran put her little face behind his back, and her voice was glutinous, "Mo Nanjue, what's wrong with you?"

The man didn't speak, and he didn't move, Tong Ran tightened his hands and shook him, "Are you unhappy?"

Mo Nanjue lowered his head slightly, the small hands on his waist were twisted together, relying on the full expression, his eyes were full of sorrow, and many words choked in his throat, but he was still swallowed back.

It turns out that he is also so scared, it turns out that some words are really unspeakable, no matter how you break through your throat, it just can't make a sound.

"Is it because of the child?" Tong Ran didn't know, the two of them had their own thoughts, she hugged him tightly, and each other's body temperatures were clearly transmitted, "I know you must have a mustard in your heart, although you don't say it, it's because you're afraid that I'm uncomfortable, Monan Jue, you actually ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, the man suddenly turned around and hugged her hard.

Tong Ran almost suffocated, her nose was sore, "Mo Nanjue......"

The man rested his chin on top of her head, and his arms tightened as if to move was to lose, "Don't move." ”

"I'm sorry ......"

"Don't say you're sorry. ”

"But ......"

Mo Nanjue pressed the back of her head with his big palm, not letting her continue, he clenched his hands into fists, the one who should say sorry was him......

Tong Ran lay on his chest, his heart beating so fast and chaotic that she could hear the uneasy rhythm.

Neither of them spoke again, the night breeze blew in, and it was cold, and when Mo Nanjue picked up Tong Ran Heng and put her back on the bed, she was already asleep.