"My woman, can she still be wronged?" As long as she stayed by his side obediently, he would not frown whatever she wanted.

"Okay, Monan Jue, I don't have anything I want," Tong Ran put down his hand and got out of bed to face him, "I just don't want this." ”

As she spoke, she reached out and tugged at the long silver chain around her waist, "I really don't like it, I don't like it at all...... Monanjue, don't want this, okay?"

It was the first time she had asked him in such a serious and sincere tone.

She didn't know where she had the courage to ask, but listening to what he had just said, she suddenly felt ......

He doesn't seem to be as unreasonable as she thinks?

At least sometimes, when she's docile, he's still nice to her.

Perhaps, sometimes trying to communicate, there will be results.

Seeing that he pursed his lips and didn't speak, Tong Ran took another step forward, thought for a while, stretched out his little hand, and held his big hand, "Mo Nanjue, you promise me, okay?"

All right?

These two soft words tapped his heart like a small hammer, Mo Nanjue looked at her plain little face, nodded unexpectedly, and spit out a word with thin lips: "Okay." ”

She rarely took the initiative to say anything to him.

What he wants and what he doesn't want, it is always him who decides.

So, in fact, before she could speak, Mo Nanjue already had a good or bad answer in her heart.

As long as this request is not to leave him.

Chen An was right, he couldn't lock her up anymore, he wanted her alive, not a lifeless body.

……

……

After untying the silver chain, Tong Ran felt a lot more relaxed in an instant, although she didn't know why he agreed so quickly, but she didn't want to think about it anymore.

As long as he stopped locking her, she was already glad.

The maid made supper, and Tong Ran sat in the dining room on the first floor, feeling for the first time how beautiful it was to be able to move freely.

People are like this, only after loss, can we learn to cherish and cherish.

She was eating, and the man drinking coffee opposite suddenly raised his head and tapped his index finger on the table, "Don't you think the master bedroom on the third floor is too small?"

"No, I think it's good. Tong Ran took a bite of the egg roll, is the master bedroom small?

It's already bigger than the living room of an ordinary home......

It's just that after turning off the lights, that claustrophobic suffocation will pinch her.

But now that she's able to walk downstairs, there shouldn't be any problems.

Why did he ask this all of a sudden?

"Like, it's a little small," the man frowned, "the room is too airtight." ”

Otherwise, how could her claustrophobia have flinched?

"Are you too small?" Tong Ran's eyes lit up, and he accurately grasped the end of the sentence, "Look, if there are too many people, you must feel small, otherwise, I will sleep on the second floor, and you will sleep in the master bedroom, and when you need it, ......"

"No!" Mo Nanjue coldly refused, "When I need it, it won't be too late for you to come up again, so you have to sleep next to me." ”

With that, he put the coffee cup on the table, pushed the chair away and walked out of the dining room.

Don't forget to throw down the next sentence: "Hurry up and roll up for me after eating!"

"...... "That's angry?!"

He used to specialize in face changing in the troupe?!

And, most importantly, he said that it would be too late for her to come up again......