Mo Nanjue's face sank, "Tong Ran, you say it again?!"

Tong Ran turned his face away, "I'm going out." ”

"Where to go?"

"Go home!"

"Go home?" Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the mirror, grabbed her shoulders and pressed it, "Who lives in the house?"

"My son. ”

"Your son?" Mo Nanjue lowered his head against the tip of her nose, "That's my son too!"

"Why is it yours?" Tong Ran glared at him unconvinced, "Why didn't you say it was Luo Xiao's?"

"You still dare to mention Luo Xiao to me?!"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Do you believe it or not, I'll abolish him as soon as I get back?!"

"Then you go!"

Mo Nanjue clasped her shoulder, and he crossed her leg, almost letting her sit on his lap, "In the past four years, have you missed Luo Xiao?"

"I don't want to," Tong Ran sniffed, "I only have a son, and I don't want anyone." ”

The man's face was ugly, "You don't want me?"

"No, it's enough for me to have a son," Tong Ran looked at his face, "I only love my son now." ”

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, and suddenly felt very unhappy, he grabbed her chin, "That kid is more important than me?!"

"Of course!" Tong Ran smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Didn't they all say? Men can't be trusted, they have to rely on their sons." ”

"No!" Mo Nanjue lowered his head and bit the corner of her mouth, he had a cold face, "I must be the first!"

"Mo Nanjue, are you naïve?" Tong Ran was bitten by him, and her eyebrows were dyed and smiled, "That's your son, and you're jealous too?"

Mo Nanjue raised his eyebrows slightly, "What, didn't you say it wasn't mine?"

"You ......"

Slept her words again.

Or a serial set.

Tong Ran stretched out his hand to push him, "You get up quickly, I'm going out." ”

Monan Juejun's face was buried in her neck, "Where are you going?"

Tong Ran remembered that this was still an anniversary banquet, and she must not let people wait too long below, after all, she was still the main guest, "Mo Beiyan must still be waiting for me downstairs, today is ......"

Mo Nanjue's eyes sank, and his hand around her waist clenched, "Are you afraid that Mo Beiyan will be in a hurry?"

Tong Ran shook his head, "No, my identity is his wife, if I don't go down......"

"Tong Ran, tell me again?!" Mo Nanjue raised his head, his face was gloomy, "Whose wife are you?"

Tong Ran was so frightened by him that his shoulders shrank, Mo Nanjue leaned over and pressed on her, and pulled the hem of her skirt, "I'll let you remember well, whose woman you are." ”

"What are you doing? Don't ......"

Tong Ran bit her lower lip, but before she was ready, he had already attacked, and her eyes widened suddenly, "Ahhh

Mo Nanjue clasped her hands and pressed them above her head, and he lowered his head and kissed her neck, "Call my husband." ”

Tong Ran's back hit the glass surface, the feeling of ice and fire made her cheeks hot, she pursed her lips and didn't dare to make a sound, Mo Nanjue pinched her thin waist, and the movements went deeper and deeper, "Call me!"

Tong Dye is stubborn, "I don't shout!"

"Do you shout?!"

The man suddenly let go of his hand, Tong Ran was busy pushing his shoulder after he was free, Mo Nanjue didn't give her this opportunity, he scooped up her body with one hand, and was about to stand up, Tong Ran was shocked, "What are you doing!"

"Go out and show someone," Mo Nanjue clasped his palms against her hot back, and became more jealous than anyone else, "If you don't call me, then let others call you." ”