"Haha!"

Mo Xiuchen's laughter provoked Wen Ran's eyes, he immediately stopped laughing, took her into his arms, attached it to her ear, and whispered: "Ranran, you have wronged me, I didn't play outside, and I wasn't seduced." ”

His warm breath blew in his ears, like an invisible big hand teasing in his heart, bringing up a string of inexplicable ****, Wen Ran's little face began to flush again, and he raised his hand to push away the thin lips that were attached to his ears, "You go to bed quickly." ”

Mo Xiuchen chuckled twice, and seeing her with a straight face, with an expression that I am really angry if you don't sleep, he nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll rest for a while." ”

After saying that, he really closed his eyes, but his big hand was still holding her shoulder, and he never let go.

Wen Ran didn't break free, just let him hold him in his arms like that, tilted his little face slightly, and looked at him quietly.

In front, Qing Yang drove the car intently, Qing Feng kept looking out the window, occasionally glancing at the two people in the back row from the rearview mirror, from beginning to end, Wen Ran maintained the same sitting position.

The eyes that looked at Mo Xiuchen never moved away for half a minute, as if he wanted to look back at all the thoughts of these days, although it would be distressing to look at his thin and more angular face, but he still wanted to keep looking like this.

Mo Xiuchen didn't fall asleep, just closed his eyes to recuperate, and naturally he could feel that Wen Ran's gaze stayed on his face all the time, with distress and pity, just like when she heard about his childhood before, revealing that kind of distress for him.

Facing her distressed eyes, his mind was also fluctuating, and it was difficult to calm down.

When he was about to get home, Mo Xiuchen opened his eyes, and looked at him with a glance that was looking at him warmly, his heart softened, and a light smile immediately appeared on his lips, and he heard her ask, "Can't you sleep?" ”

"You look at me like this, where am I willing to sleep."

Mo Xiuchen held her hands in the palms of his hands, and the light in the carriage was dim, reflecting the dark and deep eyes of him, like a thousand-year-old pool, with a fatal attraction.

The business car drove into the villa, Xiao Liu was already waiting there, and as soon as the car stopped, he opened the door for Mo Xiuchen and shouted happily: "Young Master!" ”

got out of the car, Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran entered the living room hand in hand, Zhang's mother was preparing dinner in the kitchen, the two of them went upstairs, as soon as they entered the master bedroom, Wen Ran took out Mo Xiuchen's hand, and said softly: "Xiuchen, I'll put bath water for you first, and when you take a bath, you can go downstairs to eat." ”

When his palm was empty, Mo Xiuchen's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he subconsciously reached out and grabbed Wen Ran's hand: "Ranran!" ”

Wen Ran's heartbeat was sluggish, and he raised his eyes to look into his eyes: "What's wrong?" ”

Mo Xiuchen just stared at her deeply and didn't speak.

Time, there is a moment of frozen, and only the sound of each other's breathing is left in the room.

In the intertwined eyes, each other's faces were deeply imprinted in the bottom of their hearts, the fragrance of the tip of their noses lingered, Mo Xiuchen couldn't help but lean down, and his thin lips gently covered the two delicate flower-like lips.

When the familiar temperature was pasted, Wen Ran only felt his breath suffocated.

The brain crashes instantly, and the mind goes blank.

She forgot to react, her body froze, looking at him in a daze, the familiar warmth caressed her lips, like a paintbrush to trace the shape of her lips, bringing out the deepest feelings and thoughts in her heart, and finally in that understatement, she returned to the cage, opened the red lips for him, and silently invited him to linger further......

A kiss full of longing and love, but so simple that there is no half-lust longing, just the entanglement between lips and tongues, the collision of souls and the lovesickness, and finally, when they separate, the two stared for a long time.

Silent, but worth a thousand words.

I don't know how long it took for Mo Xiuchen to let go of Wen Ran, and said softly, "Ran Ran, you go find me clothes, I'll go and release the water myself." ”

"Good!"

Wen Ran smiled and nodded, her watery eyes were full of tender love.

After Mo Xiuchen finished speaking, he walked into the bathroom quickly and closed the door.

Wen Ran stood in the middle of the room, watching his back disappear at the bathroom door, she pursed her lips slightly, and there was still his residual breath on her lips.

She found a set of home clothes for Mo Xiuchen, knocked on the bathroom door, and inside, Mo Xiuchen's voice came a little hoarsely: "Ranran, wait a while." ”

Wen Ran's hand holding the clothes shook suddenly, and the clothes almost fell to the ground.

Her eyes were glued to the door, as if to see through it whether he was bathing inside, or enduring the pain.

The voice was the same as the voice I heard through Qin Mu's phone in the cafeteria opposite the Hospital of Country D that day, low and hoarse, with a bit of forbearance and discomfort.

"Good!"

She replied softly and stood quietly outside the door waiting.

There was only the sound of rushing water from inside, and Wen Ran's heart was rising and falling, and every minute and second became torment.

After about ten minutes, the bathroom door opened a crack from the inside, and when the mist came in, Mo Xiuchen's handsome face finally appeared in Wen Ran's sight.

"Yes, give me the clothes."

Even if the bathroom was steaming, Mo Xiuchen's face was distressingly pale, Wen Ran's eyes fell on his face, and he quickly moved away, handed out the clothes in his hand, and closed the door immediately.

In the bathroom, Mo Xiuchen was very slow to get dressed.

Although the headache just now passed, after his pain, he was exhausted and weak, and he didn't even have the strength to put on clothes.

The bathroom mirror was blurry, and he couldn't see what he looked like now, hoping that the fog in this room wouldn't be too scary.

After a few more minutes, he opened the door and went out, and the room was empty, and Wen Ran was nowhere to be seen.

Mo Xiuchen was slightly stunned, a trace of surprise flashed in his deep eyes, and he shouted twice: "Ranran, Ranran." "No one answered.

He walked to the dresser, only to see that his face was very pale in the mirror, and there was a tiredness between his handsome eyebrows, and he raised his hand to caress his forehead, and his thin lips pursed slightly.

"Xiuchen, dinner is ready."

Wen Ran's voice came from the door, with a smile, and as she spoke, she walked briskly in front of him.

Mo Xiuchen turned around, Wen Ran immediately put his hands around his waist, snuggled into his arms, smelled the fragrance of his body after bathing, and said with satisfaction and pride: "My husband is so fragrant!" ”

Mo Xiuchen chuckled: "Ranran, where did you run just now?" ”

"I'll go downstairs to see if Mama Zhang has made dinner, isn't this immediately coming up again?"

Wen Ran didn't look up, the voice came from his chest, softly, glutinously, like a spring breeze blowing in his ears, and like a feather brushing his heart, Mo Xiuchen's heart softened, he lowered his head, his thin lips were attached to her forehead, kissed, and branded with a gentle voice: "If you don't come up, I will also go downstairs to find you." ”