A dimly lit basement with a damp and cold ground filled with the smell of death...

The four half-dead young men who were beaten seemed to have only breath, and Mo Zhifan's cold eyes looked at them without a trace of emotion.

"If I hadn't known she didn't like me doing this... I'd love to keep you guys out of the scum. ”

He turned around, patted his clothes, took a step, and said as he walked: "Pick off the tendons and send them to Africa." I'm going to make them beg for the rest of their lives! ”

Those who dare to bully him should have this awareness!

"Yes!" The bodyguard dressed in black should be disembarked,

Looking at Mo Zhifan, who was wearing a long black trench coat, he shivered, and he swore in his heart that if he offended anyone, don't offend her...

Mo Zhifan arrived at the room, took a serious shower, and walked to the cloakroom with a bath towel...

His dark eyes flashed with determination, and he took out a set of white casual clothes...

He looked at the person in the mirror, and suddenly hooked his lips and smiled, and in an instant, the spring blossomed, and the smile that made people lose their lives was lost, but the person concerned just nodded, "Well, it doesn't seem to be unfamiliar..."

Out of the room, going downstairs, ignoring the surprise in the eyes of the servants, he came to the kitchen, "Aunt Zhao, is my scalding ready?" ”

"Young master, it's all right away," said a middle-aged woman of about forty years old without looking back, she was wearing an apron and mixing it with a spoon,

"Hmm!"

"Who is it for? Master? Aunt Zhao turned around with a smile, but when she saw Mo Zhifan in a white tracksuit, the smile on her face froze for a moment, "Young Master, you... You..."

The handsome young man smiled calmly, his eyes bent, "Auntie, is it good-looking?" ”

"Good-looking, good-looking!" Aunt Zhao smiled and nodded, very pleased, and her eyes gradually moistened.

She has been in the kitchen of the Mo family for most of her life, and she has watched the little master grow up since she was a child, this child is smart and polite!

But I don't know why, two years ago, my temperament changed so much!

White, how long has the young master not worn it?

It seems that everything will slowly get better ...

"I also think it's good-looking, but I don't know, what does she think..."Mo Zhifan looked out the kitchen window and muttered.

When Lin Ranran woke up, it was already six o'clock, she first looked around in confusion to make sure that she was not dead, and then determined that this was the hospital.

Suddenly, she saw the floor-to-ceiling window, facing away from her, standing with a tall white back, his hands in his trouser pockets, and the loose white tracksuit was put on his perfect figure, which was pleasing to the eye, and the evening sun shone on him, as if adding a golden light!

A breeze blows through his soft black hair, and the scene looks like the male protagonist in the anime.

This back... Be......

Lin Ranran's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe the guess in his heart,

"You..." As soon as he spoke, the back suddenly turned around,

“！” It's really him, Mo Zhifan!

Mo Zhifan walked over in two or three steps, with obvious joy in his eyes: "Are you awake?" ”

Without waiting for Lin Ranran to speak, he said again: "Are you hungry?" I made you your favorite winter melon pork rib soup! Come, I'll feed you! As he spoke, he reached for the insulated box on the table!

Lin Ranran looked at him inexplicably, what the hell? Is she dreaming? Still haven't woken up? Or did you travel back in time?

"What are you doing?" The nose was suddenly scratched, Lin Ranran suddenly raised his head, and saw Mo Zhifan's withdrawn hand,

The real touch tells her that this is not a dream! She hasn't traveled back in time either!

That Mo Zhifan... Is this a convulsion?