"You ask me?" Tong Ran reached out and pulled out the magazine in his hand, and threw it aside with a snap, she stared at his eyes, "Mo Nanjue, this sentence should be me asking you, is there anything else you can't put down?"

The corners of Mo Nanjue's eyes narrowed slightly, and he clasped his hands together, "What else can't I put down besides you?"

"How do I know!" Tong Ran stood up suddenly, her uncontrollable anger rushed upward, she propped her hands on the edge of the table, "Have you had anyone else who can't let go of you in those four years, and you haven't told me, you don't tell me when I ask you where you are, you don't tell anyone, you don't say anything when I ask you, you don't say anything! You lie to me, you are lying to me!"

Monan Jue stared at her face, he just shook his head, "I didn't lie to you. ”

"You still said you didn't lie to me," Tong Ran choked up, she picked up the milk cup and put it in the middle, "Okay, then you sue me now, who have you been with for the past four years?"

"Chen An, Li Qin, Luo Xiao. ”

"Where?"

"London, England. ”

"Whose house do you live in?"

"At home, of course. ”

"Home?" Tong Ran clenched his palms, "You actually have your own home in the UK?"

Mo Nanjue raised his eyes to look at her, "You have learned well in picking keywords." ”

"Where did I pick the keyword?" Tong Ran's voice trembled, "Obviously you said it yourself, you live at home, I'm not here, where did you come from?!"

Mo Nanjuejun's face raised slightly, "Tong Ran, you know I didn't mean that." ”

"What do you mean?

Tong Ran suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled it hard, the tablecloth slipped off, and all the dishes were swept to the ground, crackling and shattering.

Monan Jue sat still, his coffee cup flipping over, and the whole cup was poured over his bathrobe.

Tong Ran stood at the table, panting as he looked at the mess.

The man didn't wipe it, he raised his head slightly, "Now, you don't have anything to eat." ”

"Do you think I'm still in the mood to eat?" Tong Ran raised her face, her tone was excited, "Mo Nanjue, you still ask me if I eat or not? How long are you going to lie to me?!"

"What did I lie to you?"

"Do you have to say yes? Okay, I'll show you!"

Tong Ran turned around and ran towards the study, she staggered, almost fell, she reached out and pulled open the drawer, grabbed the letter and rushed out again.

Tong Ran slammed the entire letter over.

The envelope smashed down on his face, and Mo Nanjue reached for it and put it on the table.

"Why don't you speak?" Tong Ran reached out and held the letter, "Who wrote this?"

"Mu Chengfei. ”

She asked knowingly, "Who is Mu Chengfei?"

"One of the recognized heirs of the British Mufi Group. ”

"Then why did she write to you?"

Mo Nanjue's eyes raised slightly, "This is not written for me, it is written for Chen An." ”

"Are you still going to lie to me?" Tong Ran grabbed the letter, it was covered with oil stains, and he couldn't see it clearly, "It doesn't indicate who the recipient is, if it's really written to Chen An, why don't you write Chen An's name?!"

Mo Nanjue held her hand and picked up a tissue to wipe the oil stains on the back of her hand, "This may be a habit of others, and I don't know." ”

Tong Ran withdrew her hand, she didn't know why, she just couldn't control her temper at all, she only felt that there was a fire burning and tearing in her head, "Mo Nanjue, is this your reason?"