Chenchen hugged her neck with both hands, and his voice was soft, "Mom, don't you love Daddy?"

“……”

"But you don't love Daddy, why do you want to marry Daddy?"

“……”

Tong Ran couldn't answer at all, Chenchen didn't continue to cry, but hung his head down, "Mom, isn't Daddy coming back at night?"

Tong Ran's hand around his waist tightened, "Chenchen, mom will take you to sleep." ”

"Will Daddy be back tomorrow?"

Tong Ran hugged his son and turned around and walked towards the house, Mo Yaochen turned his head to look at Mo Nanjue, "You go!

"Mo Yaochen!" Tong Ran put him on the bed and covered him with the quilt, "If you mess around again, your mother is really going to be angry." It's getting late, go to bed first, and your mother will talk to you tomorrow morning. ”

Chenchen pulled the quilt with both hands, "I don't want a bad guy ......"

"Sleep for me!" Tong Ran stood up with a cold face, "If your mother finds out that you have secretly gotten up, you are not allowed to go out to play in the future, understand?"

Mo Yaochen was still a little afraid of her in the end, so he had to nod aggrievedly, and when he closed his eyes, there were still a few undried tears in the corners of his eyes.

Tong Ran's heart softened, and he reached out to wipe it for him, "Mom loves you." ”

Chenchen kissed the back of her hand, "Mom, I love you and Daddy too." ”

“……”

Mo Nanjue stood on the edge of the balcony, he raised his eyes to look at this scene, only to feel that his heart was hit hard, and his whole heart was sunken.

The two went downstairs, it was late at night, all the lights had been turned off in the middle of the garden, the servants had already slept, outside the villa, the long corridor seemed to have no end in sight, and the trees on the side made a rustling sound, setting off a cold.

Mo Nanjue put his hands in his pockets, he walked very slowly, Tong Ran followed behind him, he was slow, and she was even slower.

The man paused suddenly.

Tong Ran also stopped.

"It turns out that time is really so important, no matter who it is," Mo Nanjue raised his head slightly, and he didn't know who he was saying this sentence to, "I owe it to Chenchen." ”

She stood twenty meters behind him, and when she raised her head, she could touch his slender and lonely back, Tong Ran opened her mouth, and a bitterness came out of her throat, "I'm sorry." ”

She said those three words.

The corners of Mo Nanjue's eyes narrowed, but he didn't turn around, "This sentence, I should have said it." ”

"Chenchen will rely on Mo Beiyan like this, there is a reason for me," Tong Ran lowered his eyes, his voice was hoarse, "In the first year after the earthquake, I was in a mess almost every day, I really didn't want to live, I didn't care about Chenchen, I didn't even want to see him for a while, I would think of you when I saw him, I didn't hug him or talk to him, I stayed alone every day......"

Before she finished speaking, a figure suddenly flashed in front of her, she was caught off guard, and was hugged into a warm embrace, Mo Nanjue grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and her ten fingers seemed to be embedded in it, "Don't say it." ”

Tong Ran's little face was close to his chest, cold and warm, "At that time, I thought the sky was falling, I thought, without you, I am also a walking dead alive, I seem to be able to see you in front of me when I open my eyes and close my eyes......"

Mo Nanjue's pupils contracted, as if someone had gouged out his eyes, and his arm was domineering across her waist, "You can say another word and try it?!"

Tong Ran was frightened by his yelling, so he really didn't dare to continue.