After a boom in the sky, heavy rain came as scheduled.

The drizzling rain turned into a downpour in the blink of an eye, washing away everything stained with dust and cleansing people's hearts.

The housekeeper of the Mo family's manor walked up to Mo Ran respectfully, "Eldest young master, the second young man of the palace left in a hurry." ”

"Gone?"

Mo Ran stopped his hand that was practicing calligraphy, put the brush back on the inkstone, and raised his eyebrows to look at the housekeeper.

"Yes, I left, I stood all day, and I left when it was raining lightly, I don't know what news I received, and my face softened when I left."

The housekeeper replied meticulously, his eyes fell on Mo Ran's big words, and his eyes were still shocked.

[I can't bear it, I don't need to endure it anymore]

The eight characters are written in one go, the font is cold, and the lines are smooth with a strong murderous aura.

"I'm afraid he's empty and happy."

Mo Ran sneered lowly, and there was no joy in it.

The news that Gong Shaoming received, he naturally guessed, was an invitation letter that he asked people to send to the palace family.

Mo Ran wants to correct An Moran's name, naturally there is no important role of Gong Shaoming, if there is no Gong Shaoming, how can his Xiaoran be so scandal-ridden? !

Tie up with the powerful, seduce ~ attract customers, exclusive lover ~ women......

Gong Shaoming did a lot of things, and even forced An Moran to stay in S City for a while, and wanted to leave, but he was forcibly imprisoned by him.

No matter what kind of misunderstanding they had, Gong Shaoming's piles and piles made by An Mo Dye greatly touched Mo Ran's scales.

The two girls he cherished the most in his life, one was stabbed by Qi Mingye and taken away from him.

One was ruined by Gong Shaoming's best means......

As soon as Mo Ran closed his eyes, the picture of Gong Shaoming pushing An Moran to the forefront would appear in his mind, imagining how helpless An Moran would be in such a lonely and helpless situation, facing the abuse and criticism of the media and everyone.

Put your hand on the table, clench inch by inch, and your finger bones rattle.

"The eldest young master, the eldest lady doesn't know that the marriage between Gong Er Shao and Miss Xu is yellow, if she knows......"

The butler stopped talking.

The one who can hurt you the most will also be the one who loves you very much.

Coupled with Gong Shaoming's behavior of waiting outside the manor, even their subordinates felt moved when they saw it, not to mention the soft-hearted An Moran.

"Then don't let her know."

Mo Ran took it coldly, let go of the hand clenched into a fist, and swept his cold eyes towards the butler.

"Let the people in the manor take care of their mouths, and I will not let anyone dare to say anything that should not be said or do something that should not be done."

"Yes, my subordinates understand."

The housekeeper was busy assuring, looking at Mo Ran's old eyes with faint worry.

An Moran may not be relieved, but he has also found a way to distract, and the whole person is quiet and peaceful.

It's Mo Ran, because the return of millet grains has greatly aroused the hatred that has accumulated in his heart for many years.

His mother died tragically, and his only sister was exiled for more than 20 years, and she was bullied, and everything was like a mountain in his heart.

Without Gu Qianqian's mother and son by his side, the warm qi on Mo Ran's body disappeared faster and faster, but the anger became heavier and heavier......

"The eldest young master, my subordinates have received a message from the little young master of ingots, and the banquet held by the Mo family will be attended by Miss Qianqian and the little young master of ingots."