Especially, she fell asleep on his bed in a daze in the afternoon, and then woke him up softly.

And dozens of minutes ago, he had kissed her like a fierce and fierce beast.

This person... is really... a gust of wind and a kind of temperament, and she didn't know how to deal with it. She should believe in his dependence as she remembers. After all, behind this man's indifference and rogue, she was familiar with Si.

But-Tang-

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Even if you go back, you are alone, busy, taking a shower and sleeping, listening to the constant sound of walking in the room, An Ran could be driven crazy.

"Where are you living alone now?" Mo Huaiyuan greeted the leader and walked over to ask.

"Huixin Apartment," An Ran bite word by word, emphasizing, "a very high-end place."

Mo Huaiyuan pulled the corner of his mouth, disregarded his concern, and naturally stepped forward, with a faint tone: "Send you back."

As usual.

"No, that place is not going well with your hotel!" An Ran refused flatly, glanced at the key in his palm coldly, "And I saw the car key you just got was Porsche and luxury car. This is the treatment when you came. Isn't it because your fiancée is the daughter of the governor?"

Mo Huaiyuan's face changed, his eyes stared at her coldly and turned around.

An Ran shook her head, her heartstrings tense, and she didn't look at her awkwardly.

"Yeah," he raised his sharp chin and squinted at her indifferently, "Is that so troublesome?"

He shouldn't have come forward so strongly.

He insisted on sending her back, right?

The frivolous and upward tail sound, like a hook, hooks up a peaceful heart.

Her little face turned red and white, she hugged her shoulders, and glanced at him coldly with the afterglow, feeling very heartbroken.

With his long fingers closed the key, his tall and solemn body turned around again, and he once leaned against her shoulder, walked away coldly without looking back. He withdrew his eyes to look at her and said lightly - "Okay, Engineer Na'an... walk slowly."

An Ran's whole person collapsed.

Loneliness spreads into the thin air little by little.

My whole body was loose due to disappointment and loneliness.

In the silent building, only the sound of his leather shoes was heard, gradually moving away from him and about to sink into the darkness.

Behind him, his little girl, had red eyes.

He left.

Just left.

Go out the door soon.

——How dare he do this before?!!

My heart thorned, thinking of the bored loneliness after returning to the apartment alone, and the feeling of following and protecting him everywhere before, Anran ran and chased after him in small steps. The moment Mo Huaiyuan was about to step out of the door, he hooked his arm, wrapped him tightly, his little head drooped down and arched his upper arm, and raised his feet and kicked his trouser legs in aggrieved manner.

"Bastard...bastard...you'll leave if you want you to leave...you're simply a bastard..." He wrapped his arms tightly with his hands, punched and kicked, but he hugged them tightly, and tears poured out.

Whistled, accompanied by his familiar smell of coquettishness, unwillingness and grievance.

"Die man, stinky man..." Tears melted into the corners of their eyes in a broken way.

He never lost his temper or rejected her before, but now it's different.

The little hand was soaked with sticky sweat and almost grabbed his clothes. Mo Huaiyuan's white face was drooping, and he looked at her silently until he was defeated by the scene of memories and slowly shook.

When she got into the car, the tip of her nose was still red. Even if she really didn't like this car with a bag, she still kept her seat belt honestly and grabbed the strap on her chest with both hands.

"I haven't installed my navigation yet. Do you remember the way back?" said indifferently.

"I only remember the bus stop sign." She said pitifully with tears in her eyes.

——As for what the bus route is, how did she know?

Mo Huaiyuan's mouth twitched, and his arms holding the steering wheel were stiff.

Forget it.

He simply closed the doors and windows directly. His expression became a little more tolerant and comforted, and said in a low voice: "It's okay. Do you remember the specific address of the apartment? Tell me, I can follow the signposts to find it."

When he said the tang, he was shocked.

I probably used this tone to talk to her before, but because she was so nervous that she couldn't see his mind, he could be unscrupulous, but now-

"Okay." Fortunately, An Ran was still immersed in her emotions, sniffed, and said a series of addresses with a strong nasal voice. She knew that Mo Huaiyuan had a strong sense of direction, and even if he followed the road signs, he could find the way.

She sat obediently along the way.

When I recovered from crying, I turned my face and looked at Mo Huaiyuan. My handsome face curled away a little bit of her soul, thinking to myself - Yes, that's it.

Every time I went out, people who knew them knew that they should be so close.

Travel together, go home together, have dinner together, and stay in the hotel together.

Let's go together or stop temporarily.

He is always there.

Sure enough, half an hour later, the car approached Huixin Apartment.

Along the way, Mo Huaiyuan was quietly observing the surrounding environment and road conditions. There were only buses and no subways, and the large supermarkets were also slightly farther away. There were only some small stalls and shops that were illegally arranged outside the apartment to maintain her normal life.

Before entering, I got off the car and bought fruits, essentials, and a lot of stuff.

When she learned that she didn't even have a refrigerator, her face turned pale and depressed, she called and asked someone to send a refrigerator over. He specified the brand, just like the only one she could adjust the temperature at her home.

Safe and in a vast and vast way, the tall and tall figure was always busy, and she followed behind.

The refrigerator is here.

An Ran heard the movement, threw away her cell phone halfway through the game, went to the living room, and saw the after-sales workers pushing her piles of things. Mo Huaiyuan also frowned and looked at the place where there was nowhere to put it - what was there?

Hold up a bag under your feet that is in the way, look,

An Ran's mind suddenly became hot, and she rushed up and snatched it up, blushing and lowering her head: "What are you going around? Who told you to move?"

Mo Huaiyuan gently clenched his palm and raised his eyes to look at her.

When he went out, he might have gone out, but maybe he was too gentlemanly or restrained at that time, An Ran didn't care at all, so he took it from him casually and closed the door. Perhaps he never thought that he would want to possess her.

He wants, possess, have, she.

After everything was over, the hour hand had already pointed to 11 o'clock.

at night.

In the past, this was the most sleepy time when An Ran was the same now. She looked at Mo Huaiyuan busy with her face against the wall, frowned, and finally turned her forehead against the door, complaining: "Are you okay? It's been midnight, it's almost done."

How clean should the house be? She just needs to know where to put everything?

Mo Huaiyuan still cleaned up coldly and threw away some junk food and garbage utensils when he encountered them.

Until Mo Huaiyuan's cell phone vibrated, and through a layer of fabric, the sound still clearly pierced the tranquility in the air.

An Ran suddenly shuddered.

Who called him at this point? Will Mo Huaiyuan call him at this time if his close friends or relatives come?

Mo Huaiyuan bent over and slowly straightened his tall and straight body, took out his cell phone and took a look.

Connect.

"Wait." He always felt something was wrong when he met in front of someone in the living room, so he said coldly and went to the balcony.

On TV, there is an evening movie, Mr. Happy Ghost.

She walked over and sat down, her ears raised and she listened to the other side.

"Tonight, my parents were nagging me, and my ears were calloused. Sure enough, after I was twenty-eight years old, I became a leftover woman. When I was busy with my studies, I didn't see them mention a word. Now I have just come out for a few years. I'm so anxious, I'm blaming me?"

Qu Weilan smiled bitterly and talked about her affairs, which was fascinating. Until she realized that the opposite side was breathing lightly and silent, she felt that she was talking too much. She was sure he was interested and listened to what she said?

"Did I say too much? You don't want to hear these?" she asked softly with a smile.

Mo Huaiyuan had a cigarette between his fingers, and on the balcony where Mu Feng was breeze, the tall and handsome figure was incompatible with the atmosphere of this high-end apartment.

Without smoke, he didn't have the patience to finish listening.

"It's okay." A cold sentence.

"Why don't we just make it like that? You come tomorrow at noon, and my mother happened to have a guest to recommend you. It was the last time..." Qu Weilan decided herself, speaking a little faster but very natural, and her smile was hidden inside with a hint of coercion.

"I just joined the job. I shouldn't be drinking at lunch, next time." Mo Huaiyuan waited until she finished speaking before he said this.

"Drink?" Qu Weilan smiled, "Huaiyuan... My father is a civil servant, and he is different from those in the army."

"You mean just to tell me that I won't drink too much. On the first day of my job, I didn't want the secretary to smell alcohol in the afternoon when I was working," Mo Huaiyuan said lightly, "The officials in Maicheng have always ignored this rule. I will write this rule in the new rules tomorrow."

Qu Weilan's heartbeat stopped for several beats, and she couldn't get angry, and her little face turned red and white.

"Sorry," the smoke between his fingers swept in front of him. He finally recovered a little and turned his cold eyebrows and eyes, "I'm not targeting anyone."

Even a word of sorry is absent-minded.
To be continued...