It is said that time is the best medicine for emotional wounds, and Mo Ran's method finally played some role, and a little bright color began to appear in An Moran's paintings.

Gradually, she began to move away from the conventional, boldly modulating paints, and painting from dark to light, layer by layer, outlining a very layered color layer.

The flower beds, which were already full of flowers, are even more enchanting and colorful under her brush, and each flower bone seems to have a soul and sway.

"It's my brother himself who said that he wanted to take me to see the latest art exhibition, it's not that I can't wait, I'm just afraid that you will forget."

An Moran put down the tonic knife in his hand, raised his head lightly to look at Mo Ran, the corners of his mouth curved, and smiled shallowly.

"Actually, if my brother is busy and doesn't have to deliberately take time out to accompany me, you should know that I'm fine."

Mo Ran is now the actual ruler of the Mo family, and there are too many things that he needs to deal with, even if he stays in the manor under the pretext of recuperation, he shouldn't have so much time to accompany her all day.

This point, An Mo Ran is very clear.

It's just that she has mentioned it several times, but Mo Ran has pushed it off with an excuse, and she has to accompany her by herself.

An Moran's resistance was ineffective, and he didn't say much.

"No matter how important things are, it's not as important as you, my brother has already asked the housekeeper to prepare the car."

Mo Ran heard An Moran's words, his eyes flashed slightly, he smiled warmly, took her hand and pulled her up from the chair.

"Go and tidy yourself up, I'll be waiting for you at the back door."

"The back door? Why not go through the front door? ”

Mo Ran walked through the front door every time she took her out, and suddenly it was replaced by the back door, and An Moran couldn't react for a while.

"There are more and more problems, and it seems that you are really fine."

Mo Ran quipped, "If I don't take you out the back door, when you want to go out and I don't allow you to go out in the future, how can you sneak away?" ”

Gu Qianqian, but on the first day he entered the manor, he asked him where the back door was......

It is said that for the sake of freedom, it is necessary to prepare in advance.

Thinking of Gu Qianqian's mother and son, Mo Ran's eyes were a little dim for a while.

When will he be able to bring their mother and son back, that will be the real consummation.

"I won't waste my brother's heart"

An Moran heard Mo Ran's joke, his face was embarrassed, and he responded angrily, turned around and ran towards his room.

Mo Ran looked at her disappearing figure, looked back in the direction of the door, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose, and his eyes lit up.

He could see that Gong Shaoming really loved An Moran, and with his ruthless style, he could be embarrassed by him with such a sincere attitude, which was nothing more than that he really cared about his sister and didn't dare to act rashly.

Mo Ran originally didn't want to interfere with An Moran's feelings, but Gong Shaoming was really too much this time.

After Mo Ran brought people back to the Mo family's manor, An Moran fainted several times.

Wounded, severely anemic, physically exhausted......

Big and small problems are almost piled up.

What the doctor said was very vague, it was nothing more than a depressed mood and a weak will to survive, resulting in rejection of physical functions.

If he hadn't taken people away earlier, when Gong Shaoming really got engaged to Xu Aizhen, I am afraid that he would only be able to collect An Moran's body in time!

Such a man, Mo Ran would never hand people over to Gong Shaoming again.

So he would rather spend a longer time taking An Moran out of his emotional wounds than telling her that Gong Shaoming regretted his marriage......