Tong Ran walked a few steps, facing the starry sky, and then knelt down on his knees.

"Uncle, aunt......"

She covered her face with her hands, and when she bent down, she let out a low cry, "I'm sorry for your ......"

When Luo Xiao came down, he heard this sentence.

His face suddenly became gloomy, and he walked over and grabbed Tong Ran's arm, "Get up." ”

Tong Ran was stunned, she didn't expect him to appear, she shook off his hand and didn't get up, "Go away." ”

"Get up!" Luo Xiao didn't let go, and lifted her up with all his strength, "Xiao Ran, what are you doing?"

"I'm kowtowing to my aunt and uncle, do you have to take care of this?" Tong Ran stared at his face coldly, "Can you kill them and stop me from paying tribute to them?"

"No," Luo Xiao reached out and pressed her shoulder, his expression was unusually excited, "Xiao Ran, you don't want to pay tribute to them." ”

Tong Ran only felt funny, she raised her little face slightly, "Why?"

Luo Xiao choked in his throat, why, he couldn't sue her.

He thought of what Mo Beiyan said, that person used to be the servant of the Mo family, but he couldn't be sure of anything, and it was also related to the hatred between him and her......

He took a deep breath and straightened up.

Tong Ran didn't know why he was nervous for some reason, and she didn't want to delve into it, so she reached out and pushed him away, "I'm going to sleep." ”

She turned around, and Luo Xiao realized that her hair was cut short.

His eyes darkened, and he reached out to grab her, "Xiao Ran, your hair ......"

"I'm willing," Tong Dye didn't reply, "can you imprison my personal freedom, and can you control my haircut?"

She walked back to her room, slamming the door shut.

Luo Xiao's outstretched hand paused in mid-air, he stood still, and after a long time, until the lights went out in the room, he withdrew his sour hand, turned around and went upstairs.

Tong Dye was lying on the bed, she looked at the ceiling with her eyes open, and she didn't close her eyes all night.

Luo Xiao didn't lie down after going upstairs, he propped his elbows on the edge of the window, and stood on the balcony all night.

In the villa, Chen An went downstairs in the middle of the night to pour water, and when he walked down, he found that there was a person sitting on the sofa.

The whole living room was filled with the pungent smell of smoke, which was so strong that people couldn't open their eyes.

Chen An walked over and turned on the light.

Monan Jue sat on the sofa, holding his forehead with one hand, and a cigarette between his slender fingers, which was about to burn to the end.

The man didn't move, and the cigarette butts of an ashtray were full of hand.

Chen An's eyes sprung up, he knew what day tomorrow was, and he also knew that Mo Nanjue would definitely not be able to sleep.

It must be impossible to persuade, Chen An didn't say anything, turned off the lights and turned around and went upstairs.

He didn't believe it, Tong Ran and Luo Xiao could really fall asleep.

The three of them really didn't close their eyes, and they all kept their eyes open until dawn.

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The next day was the wedding day.

Mo Beiyan had been playing in Durban for several days, and when he came out of the entertainment city, he couldn't open his eyes, and the fine sunlight plated his burgundy hair with a flame-like light, and he let go of the beauty in his arms, "Go back." ”

The beauty still wanted to hug her, but the man had already walked out with his legs raised.

"Yan Shao. ”

The parking attendant handed over the key, Mo Beiyan nodded, he was going to attend the wedding today, he didn't stop long, and drove back to the Flame Hall.

It wasn't until he reached the Hall of Flames that he walked in and heard from his men what had happened in the past few days.