Lin Ranran just watched Lin Yan hang up a few calls and delete the call records. Biting her lip, her nervous hand shaking, she put her phone back in the sink and ran.

It was dark again.

Lin Ranran knew that this was Mo Zhifan's memory about to be converted, after all, it was impossible for people to remember everything that happened many years ago, and Lin Ranran could only see the memories that Mo Zhifan remembered.

By the time the lights were up again, it was already dark.

It's still that room, it's still those people, it's just that everyone's expressions are a little bad, Lin Ranran didn't expect that they had been waiting for him here.

Looking at Young Master Xiaomo again, he was sitting alone on the single sofa beside him, still wearing a red groom's dress, with exquisite facial features and a noble temperament.

However, there was a cold light in those narrow eyes, and the thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

Lin Ranran could see at a glance that he was a precursor to anger.

The teenage Young Master Xiaomo has a bad temper, he is uncertain, and sometimes he turns his face when he says it, which is particularly difficult to get along with.

But it was he who released his pigeon first, and he should have been angry.

Seeing that he had been waiting for him here, but he had already flown to the United States, Lin Ranran's heart felt a little tingling.

She stretched out her hand and wanted to touch his head, but in the next second, Young Master Xiaomo stood up suddenly, the corners of his lips tightened, and he said "go" and strode out of the room without looking at the people in the room.

Lin Ranran only heard Yan Zi shout brother, and his eyes darkened again.

——

So in the next second, Lin Ranran had already appeared in the luxurious big room, Mo Zhifan was wearing black trousers, shirtless, lying on the big black bed. The clock on the wall is already pointing to two o'clock in the morning, and this kid is not sleeping yet!

Staying up late won't be tall! Lin Ranran was accustomed to nagging, walked over step by step and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the young man with gentle eyes.

The young man obviously wanted to sleep too, his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, his long eyes blinked, but he was still muttering something unwillingly, Lin Ranran listened to it,

"Lin Ranran, if you don't apologize to me tomorrow...... Young Master Ben will not let you go. ”

"You're the only one who dares to do this to me......"

Then I fell asleep.

“…… You! Lin Ranran looked at him with some tears and laughter, and when he looked at it, his eyes slowly turned red. Although she knew that she couldn't touch it, she still stretched out her hand and touched the young man's head, and said, "I'm sorry, Mo Zhifan, I won't be able to apologize to you tomorrow." ”

I'm sorry I didn't trust you. Let you face all the panic.

……

The next day, Young Master Xiaomo didn't go anywhere, he took his mobile phone to walk around at home, looking at his mobile phone from time to time, for fear of missing something.

He was waiting for himself to apologize, waiting for himself to come to him.

But at that time, I was already in the United States, how could I go to him?

The day will soon pass.

As a result, visible to the naked eye, Mo Zhifan's face became more and more ugly.

"Okay, Lin Ranran, you are fat enough!"

He remembered that he hadn't provoked her anywhere, right? What's the matter, what are you doing? Let him pigeon and ignore him, right?

A fire ignited in Mo Zhifan's eyes, and he took the initiative to call Lin Ranran.

"Sorry, the number you dialed was empty......"

Empty number? Mo Zhifan frowned, and was about to continue to play again when "Mo Ziyan" called.

He pressed answer.

"Brother! Ran Ran Something Happened!! "I want to talk about "Gao Leng School Grass, Don't Mess with Me" with more like-minded people," and talk about your favorite books with more book friends