It's too personal......

Is this where people live?!

Tong Ran's face was full of black lines, it turned out that Chen An's private residence was like this......

This formation is really similar to Chenchen's room......

Monan Jue changed his slippers and walked in, he stepped on the Coke cup to the living room, bent down to pick up the scattered shirts and coats one by one.

He put all his clothes in the washing machine and began to pack snacks and takeout bags......

The man moved quickly and organized in an orderly manner, picking up the CDs and books one by one, and putting them back in the room and box.

Tong Ran also changed his shoes and walked in, Monanjue's sky-blue shirt sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, revealing his white and slender arms, he came to the kitchen and put away all the dishes that were thrown on the table.

Tong Ran walked over and grabbed his hand, "Shall I wash it?"

"No," Monanjue turned on the faucet, "I'll do it." ”

"But your palm still hurts......"

"It's fine. ”

"Then I'll take a look at the other rooms. ”

Tong Ran didn't ask anything else, nor did he ask why he did it.

She came to the master bedroom, where she ...... Naturally, it's also chaotic and can't be watched.

She put everything away and laid them out in the same way, with a large pile of A4 paper piled up next to the book at the bedside, as well as pens and essay bags on the side.

Tong Ran walked over and picked it up and looked at it, all about muscle atrophy.

Case analysis, rehabilitation treatment, clinical table. Neuropathic Mobility Assist Research Protocol......

Tong Ran frowned, why did Chen An study muscle atrophy?

Don't......

She clenched the A4 paper in her hand, and the door was tapped twice, "What are you doing?"

Tong Ran was startled and turned around, "It's nothing, I'm cleaning up." ”

Monan Jue walked in with his legs raised, he came to the side of the bed, and glanced at the paper she was holding in her hand, "What is this?"

"It's something that Chen An studied," Tong Ran raised his head and stared into his eyes, "Congenital muscle atrophy...... Do you know about this disease?"

Mo Nanjue's eyebrows frowned slightly, he took the paper in her hand and sorted it out and put it in the drawer, "I don't know, maybe his friend asked him to help with the research." ”

He didn't want her to know, not only did he not want her to worry about him, but he didn't want her to experience the kind of suffering he had endured......

The pain of the blow she suffered when she knew it was no less than when he knew it.

So she didn't need to know, as long as he was still there...... She just needs to be protected by him.

Tong Ran stared at his delicate side face with lowered eyes, and suddenly asked, "Mo Nanjue, why did you come back after four years?"

"Didn't I tell you because I was injured in the earthquake?"

"What injury?"

"The leg hurts. ”

Mo Nanjue straightened up, he glanced around, his thin lips hooked slightly, "It's clean." ”

The two of them went to the living room, and the apartment was completely new, completely different from the way they had just entered, and Monanjue came to the freezer, which was filled with rows of Bordeaux red wine.

The man reached for a bottle and poured it into a goblet.

Tong Ran looked at him, "Does Chen An also like to drink red wine as much as you?"

But none of these bottles have been touched, and he doesn't drink them when they're icy......

Mo Nanjue passed the goblet over and pressed her lip flap, Tong Ran took a sip lightly, "Good ice ......"

"Is it good?"

Tong Ran smacked her lips, in fact, she didn't like the taste very much, "It's delicious." ”

"Lying. ”

“……”