Wen Ran nodded, a soft smile bloomed between his sleepy eyebrows, in this soft light, gentle and warm: "What time is it?" Have you had dinner? ”

Listening to her words of concern, Mo Xiuchen's heart was filled with a trace of warmth, and he replied gently: "I ate a little outside, are you sleepy now, if you are not sleepy, just talk to me." ”

Mo Xiuchen's tone was clearly low and calm, but when she heard it in Wen Ran's ears, her heart tightened for no reason, and she couldn't tell why she had such emotions, she looked at his light eyebrows, as if she had encountered an upset and contradictory matter.

She smiled slightly, said "yes", and sat up with her hands propped up.

Mo Xiuchen stretched out a hand to support her, helped her sit up and leaned against the head of the bed, and picked up a pillow to cushion her back, instead of holding her into his arms as usual.

The faint smell of tobacco on his body, as well as the fragrance of shower gel, expelled the residual perfume smell in the air, Wen Ran pursed his lips, and took the initiative to speak: "Just now, you said on the phone that Cheng Jia was injured for you, and I will go to the hospital tomorrow to see her." ”

She didn't ask Cheng Jia why she was injured, but offered to visit the hospital, except for some accidents, Mo Xiuchen actually had a faint loss.

He felt that Wen Ran didn't ask because she didn't care.

A dark color flashed in the depths of his eyes, their marriage, in the end, there was no emotion, in such a short period of time, she couldn't care as much as he cared about her.

Even though I knew, I still felt depressed, and my heart felt like I was suddenly blocked by something, and I felt uncomfortable.

"Isn't it convenient?"

Wen Ran saw that his eyebrows were furrowed, his face was not very good-looking, and his heart sank slightly, Cheng Jia should not want to see her, she was silent, and pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled far-fetchedly: "If it's inconvenient, forget it, since her parents are not there, during this time, let Zhang's mother make some soup for her and send it to ......"

Mo Xiuchen's handsome facial features became more and more cold and hard, and his thin lips pursed into a resolute straight line.

Feeling the obvious change in his breath, Wen Ran stopped his mouth and looked at him blankly.

The four eyes are facing each other, one is as deep as the sea, and the other is clear and confused.

The air flow between the two seemed to be frozen all of a sudden.

Wen Ran's heart tightened, and his brain filtered what he had just said, which sentence was wrong, and why he looked angry.

Didn't he ask her to talk to him, how did he end up saying nothing, whatever she said seemed to be wrong?

Mo Xiuchen's breath was a little heavy and a little cold.

Staring at her eyes, deep as the sea, you can't see the end at a glance.

After a long time, he lightly opened his thin lips and called her name in a depressed voice: "Wen Ran!" ”

Wen Ran pursed her lips a little tighter, and this 'Wen Ran' sounded in her ears, which inexplicably felt harsh.

His voice had a detachment and strangeness that he didn't usually have, as if he hadn't called her full name since they had been together that night.

When he called her 'Ranran', the note wrapped around the tip of his tongue, and the thin lips overflowed always low and magnetic, and it was very pleasant.

Suddenly calling her full name, she was a little unaccustomed to it, but it was just a flash of emotion in her heart, and she didn't show it on her face.

"Remember what I said to you last time?"

Mo Xiuchen saw straight into the depths of her eyes, and he didn't allow her to escape his gaze.

Wen Ran blinked blankly, thinking quickly about which sentence he was asking.

Mo Xiuchen didn't intend to wait for her to remember, his expression became a little serious, and his voice became deeper and lower: "I said, you have to remember your identity, you are the eldest and youngest grandmother of the Mo family, my wife of Mo Xiuchen." ”

Wen Ran's eyes flashed with a hint of strangeness, and she opened her mouth to explain, but Mo Xiuchen didn't give her a chance to speak, and said to herself: "No matter what woman covets your husband, you can't back down." ”

"I didn't mean that."

Wen Ran weakly explained that she just didn't want to act like a jealous woman, besides, she didn't want him to be embarrassed, Cheng Jia saved him once when he was a child, and today he pushed him away again, and he was smashed, although she felt uncomfortable, she still told herself to be generous.

"And what do you mean?"

Mo Xiuchen's eyes looked at her deeply.

Wen Ran felt extremely oppressed under his gaze, thought about it, and said lightly: "You said last time, you don't like Cheng Jia either, I think that even if she saves you again today, you will not promise to each other." ”

"Then what do you mean by the inconvenience you just said?"

Mo Xiuchen asked a little aggressively, he hoped that Wen Ran would be jealous like other women, and hoped that she would be wary of women who approached him, in the final analysis, he hoped that she would fall in love with him sooner and hold him tightly.

"I'm afraid that Cheng Jia doesn't want to see me, she was injured just now because of you, I can't be grateful, but to stimulate her, if she doesn't want to see me, I won't go to the hospital to see her."

"You're not afraid of what she's asking too much to save me?"

The corners of Mo Xiuchen's mouth hooked a charming arc, in the dim light, with a hint of coolness and mockery, he was not in a good mood for the past two days, and this afternoon something like this happened......

He can always deny that the little girl who saved him was Cheng Jia, but he can't deny that she pushed him away this time and injured herself, even if he is ruthless, he is also a human being, not a grass and tree!

Wen Ran ignored the sadness in his heart because of his mocking words, pulled up a smile, and asked instead of answering: "If she asks too much, will you agree?" ”

Mo Xiuchen frowned, it was the question he asked, how could she ask back.

"That's up to you!"

In the face of her soft smile, he was not only not in a happy mood, but even more angry.

The smile on Wen Ran's face froze because of his words, her marriage with him was originally a transaction, she promised to work hard to be a good wife, but the initiative was in his hands.

Even if they are married now, he is not bad to her, but she will not forget that their union has no feelings, and he has never said that he likes her or anything like that.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, avoiding his deep eyes, and said lightly, "I will do my best." ”

Mo Xiuchen's face changed a few times, over the years, he was used to controlling the overall situation, he was very dissatisfied with Wen Ran's answer, the depression in his heart accumulated more and more to make his breath become heavier, he didn't want to talk to her like this anymore, he grabbed her head, lowered his head, and kissed her soft lips like a storm.

The sudden hot breath and the strong and domineering kiss made Wen Ran's heart tremble, his eyes widened in shock, looking at the handsome face close at hand, his facial features were still strong and cold, and the gentle rolling and sucking/sucking showed his unhappiness, her lips were too soft to withstand his rudeness, and under the pain, she subconsciously pushed him.

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