Mo Nanjue put his arm around her waist and walked into the house, he glanced at her dark circles, and couldn't help but cool his face, "You haven't slept all night?!"

"I heard you guys go out," Tong Ran took his hand and came to the table, "have you been drugged?

He was injured at every turn...... Does this man think he's iron?!

Can't you be nicer to yourself?!

Tong Dye nose tip pantothenic acid, turned around to go to the medicine box, Mo Nanjue stretched out his long arm to scoop her into his arms, he held her hands, "Don't move!"

"You have a wound on your hand......"

"Tell you not to move!"

“……”

Mo Nanjue buried his handsome face in her neck, in fact, it was impossible for him not to feel uncomfortable in his heart, many things could be understood immediately when they were coherent, the man closed his eyes lightly, and the hand around her waist gradually tightened.

Tong Ran was hugged tightly by him, he didn't say anything, but this quiet appearance made her feel even more distressed, she turned her head to his ear, "Mo Nanjue, did something happen?"

Mo Nanjue didn't speak, his handsome face rubbed a few times on her collarbone, "Have you washed up?"

Tong Ran bit her lower lip, in fact, she vaguely guessed something, she reached out and hugged his neck, "Is it because of Mo Beiyan?"

That's the only reason, she thought.

But this man doesn't like to talk...... Actually, it's really much better to say it.

She was thinking about how to let him say it, Mo Nanjue suddenly hugged her horizontally with both hands around her back, Tong Ran was startled, and hurriedly kicked her legs hard to get down, "Don't, you still have injuries on your hands......"

Boom!

There was a sudden sound next to the bed, and the two turned around, and saw Chenchen rolling off the bed, he rubbed his eyes, obviously not waking up yet, "There is a pit ...... swollen?"

Tong Ran smiled, Mo Yaochen couldn't get up after crawling for a long time, he reached out to grab it, "Dad?"

Mo Nanjue came to the bedside with Tong Ran in his arms, he bent down and picked up his son, "Awake?"

Mo Yaochen squinted his eyes, "Dad, are you back?"

Monan Jue leaned over and laid him on the bed and patted him on the buttocks, "Sleep a little longer." ”

"Don't sleep," Chenchen yawned, "Dad, when are we going home?" I don't want to stay here. ”

Monan Jue sat down on the edge of the bed, "I'll go back when I'm done here." ”

The swelling marks on Chenchen's little face from the slap had not faded, and Mo Nanjue reached out and pinched it, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. ”

Monan Jue smiled and rubbed his head.

Tong Ran took the medicine box, she pulled his arm and put it on her lap, and untied the soaked shirt, Mo Nanjue frowned, Tong Ran hurriedly pressed his hand, "If you don't take medicine well, it will become inflamed." ”

Mo Yaochen lay on the bed, holding his chin with his hands and watching this scene.

Tong Ran took some ointment and applied it to him, she lowered her eyes, and her voice was very soft, "In fact, in the past four years, Mo Beiyan has really taken care of me and Chenchen, and he also cares about you, and he is sending people to look for you everywhere." I heard Steward Zhou say about you, although I don't understand what has happened in the past few days, but, Mo Nanjue, don't keep it in your heart, okay?"

Mo Nanjue's good-looking peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and Tong Ran rewrapped gauze for him, "I know that you must have something particularly uncomfortable in your heart, if you can, I don't think Mo Beiyan wants to lie to you, he must also be uncomfortable...... He's a good brother, at least for you, he cares, you both have hardships, say it to each other, maybe it can be resolved?"