Mo Ran slept, and when Fan Wenjie wanted to see her, he just pushed the door open a little crack and secretly glanced at her. Mo Ran's appearance was not so domineering, and he was not aggressive to force him to withdraw from the marriage. In fact, he didn't know, what was his feeling for Mo Ran? But when the patriarch said that Mo Ran was his unmarried wife, he only wanted to be good to her.

He knew it was just his idea, and he would leave him when she was rested. The feeling just now was just a flash in the pan, and after a while, she wouldn't like him, and her heart suddenly tightened.

Early the next morning. Mo Ran went to Fan Wenjie, but he was empty, "Where did the young master go?" ”

The maid who was cleaning was a little shocked, usually everyone knew that Mo Dye was not good to Fan Wenjie, especially in recent months.

"The young master is practicing outside, you can go there to meet him."

In the bamboo forest, a young man in white was sharp with a sharp sword, his eyes were sharp, and he shuttled through the depths of the bamboo forest, not paying any attention to someone coming. Looking at such a meticulous person who practices like this, he must also be a person who is demanding of himself.

In fact, Fan Wenjie worked so hard because someone told him: "If you want to protect the people you love, you have to become stronger." ”

And was picked up by the master since he was a child, only the junior sister still had a few words with him, but now she is also leaving him. He didn't know why he was still reducing his holdings? His mind was in turmoil, and he didn't know that his sword had gone towards Moran.

"Ahh The voice of pain called him back, Mo Ran, who was squatting on the ground and covering his hands, looked at Fan Wenjie with tears in his eyes, and his heart softened: "Senior sister, are you okay?" He stretched out his hand to help her up, "It hurts, don't move." The little face was tangled.

So, he knelt down on one knee and looked at her in an equal posture, the person who originally practiced martial arts was full of murderous energy, but his gentle appearance made it impossible to see his identity at all.

"Senior Brother Wenjie, I'm fine." But the sweat on her delicate face kept flowing down. He shook his head and looked at her with self-reproachful eyes: "I'm sorry, junior sister." You're not in good shape, and I've hurt you again. ”

The pink little hand fell into the rough palm of the sword for many years, like a piece of carefully polished jade, and the tentacles were soft, "Senior brother, we will be fine in the future, I know that I am wrong, I used to be a dye er who did not know how to understand things, and took your kindness to me for granted."

Drop,Prompt the male protagonist to the master's favorability of 50。

Sure enough, they grew up with bare buttocks together, and they still have feelings, which doesn't increase so much without playing the emotional card.