"It's okay, I'll ask them to reschedule." Qu Weilan hung up the phone with a smile.

The palm was already full of sweat, and a little heat was floating under the long suspender skirt, and a trace of heartache spread.

But, just now, on the phone, why did she vaguely hear the sound of slippers walking around?

Mo Huaiyuan's tentative residence was just approved. She had seen it. The place was quite good. Not to mention whether he moved there or not, whether he moved there or not, it should be a person. So who does that slipper sound?

After hesitating for a moment, she folded her fingers on her phone, closed her eyes and sent a text message: "Where are you now?"

Who are you with?

I waited until after 12 o'clock, and the night wind blew his shoulders cold, but I didn't receive his reply.

...

On the sofa, An Ran hugged her pillow and nestled in the innermost part, and accepted the fact that Mo Huaiyuan's fiancee was in the middle of the night to check in.

He came in after smoking the cigarette.

An Ran suddenly became nervous and straightened her spine: "Have you finished the fight?"

Before Mo Huaiyuan could answer, she laughed, dimples appeared, turned around and lay on the back of the sofa to look at him: "How well-behaved, the rounds representative cares about you, congratulations to Deputy Mayor Mo, I have a fiancée who loves you so much in such a short time!"

Mo Huaiyuan glanced at her a few times.

If she could laugh like this when she asked her on the sofa that day, then he would definitely not be so cruel and would be a little gentle.

An Ran never thought that he had withdrawn his deep gaze like a wild wolf, walked to the door, and opened it.

"Leaving. Is there anything else?"

The cold sentence was the last sentence she asked her before leaving.

It seems like I'm in a hurry to leave.

An Ran suppressed her heartache and waved her hand with a smile: "No. It's easy to leave and don't send me off!"

Mo Huaiyuan curled the corners of his mouth lightly, it was very cold and tingling. He opened the door and walked out and fell on the door.

After the door rang, the loneliness and loneliness in the ground burned my heart and bones.

An Ran's forehead pressed against the back of the sofa, took several deep breaths without brushing the scene in her mind. Mo Huaiyuan answered the call from his fiancée on the balcony, and was impatient, leaving from her and running towards the warm and fragrant nephrotic jade of another woman.

The head hurts so much...

In the hotel.

Mo Huaiyuan walked over coldly and lifted the quilt. The little woman's temperature and smell were still inside, and even the shape of the quilt was the messy nest shape she made.

I stared for a few seconds and didn't clean up.

The quilt was pulled open, fell down, lying on his back and rubbed his eyebrows, allowing the fatigue and fatigue all day long to spread.

The first time, she was left alone in the same strange place, and she was not with her.

It was so painful, dead.

...

No one can imagine what it would be like to take care of a little girl who is a few years younger than him.

Mo Huaiyuan remembers that in the first summer after Shen Pan's death, An Ran proposed to board at school.

The affiliated school of the Military Region was divided into the junior high school department. The thirteen-year-old boy once went home. He never brought snacks when he left, and he took a pack of dry beef bags from Inner Mongolia. Xiao Anran ran over and pulled him to death and refused to let him take it. The boy looked at her indifferently, and An Zhanyu had already started to scold her for being ignorant.

"Just eat here, what are you doing?" she said with red eyes.

People know what Xiao Anran is really thinking. Every day after school, she goes to school and goes coldly with her father, and bites the quilt and cries in the quilt at night. Mo Huaiyuan finally comes back once, but he leaves the next day after dinner.

"I gave it to my roommate." The boy still kissed calmly. He looked at her, as if he understood the crying and red eyes in her eyes, and said, "A small matter. If you don't want me, I'll let it go."

The following sentence is for An Zhanyu to listen to, but it is just a pack of beef jerky. My mother is gone, so I can’t scold you less?

An Zhanyu's face turned red and white, and after the severe pain like a sea of ​​pain, he was trembling with powerlessness.

Xiao Anran cried in the dark with the pack of jerky.

The next day, I stood far away and told my father that I would go to boarding too.

When she was a child, her family was rich and she gave her whatever she wanted. Because she had no need for anything, she never asked for it. The first time she asked for it was to leave him.

After hearing this, An Zhanyu's hands on his knees kept trembling, which lasted for many years.

The boy stood at the door with light on his back, looking at her, his pursed thin lips kept silent, but he felt inexplicably grateful and satisfied with this scene. Subconsciously, he might have been waiting for this day for a long time.

In fact, everything was fine at school, but he was just feeling bad.

He has a cold personality, but he is very popular. He is united, friendly, and has worked hard.

However, from the first day of entering the school gate, the teacher introduced to the whole class that he was an orphan of a martyr and told the whole class to help him care for him, everything started to be different. The military district affiliated school was really good. The classmate teacher helped him without any falsehood. Some people were scrambling to sweep the floor. Even when he fell down, a large group of people carried him to the hospital.

One day, the boy lay on the back of the classmate who carried him to the hospital with his legs covered in blood, feeling that he was separated from the world by a glass, and he could not enter the world of those mentally sound people. No one could enter the world of his devastated world.

Xiao Anran is the node that breaks that situation.

At that time, early love was not as unscrupulous as it is now. Kindergarten could hug and kiss your mouth on the bus. At that time, early love was like you looked at me more, and someone reported secretly mocked you, drawing pictures and writing on the wall, making you unable to raise your head.

Xiao Anran is in the first grade of junior high school. The boy climbs up and down to make the bed for her, and all the people around him are mom and dad-level figures.

While pushing her clumsy onto the upper bunk, the boy looked at her movements and said, "Don't you say you will join the army with me in the future? How can you do this physical strength?"

Xiao Anran sat on the upper bunk for a long time, pinched her legs, all of which were eaten.

The first-year junior high school students were so crazy that Anran had a young boyfriend from high school.

Handsome, boring, and ruthless.

During the morning exercise, the junior high school and high school were together, and the full militarized management was like a private school. Xiao Anran cried after running on the first day. Didn’t it mean that the lactic acid condensed in the muscles after running for only a while? Because of her lack of exercise, the intense soreness lasted for more than 20 minutes and she cried.

The boy ran out of morning self-study. Under the dazzling sunlight, Xiao Anran cried until he died when he saw him coming.

Mo Huaiyuan's perseverance and patience were all developed at that time. Xiao Anran was a spoiled daughter and kept crying. The boy only helped her rub her calves. With a faint sentence, he tossed and turned several times-

"It will be better if you get used to it."

Just like scars and pains of loss, it will always be better if you get used to it.

They are not always together, but they just take her to evening self-study on weekends. After the self-study, they come out if they want to run and exercise. On weekdays, when the boy was in the library information room, Xiao Anran would run over, watching him study hard while complaining about the difficulty of junior high school knowledge.

To accompany you, you don’t have to hold hands together, you just need to have you in my eyes and me in your mind every morning and evening.

In those three years, Mo Huaiyuan didn't understand what she felt. In addition to maintaining the progress of life, only An Ran was left. She never felt sympathy for him, did not please him, did not scold him or complain about him, but just kept guarding each other quietly and hugged him tightly when the storm came. The little girl would always fall in love at that time, but An Ran didn't, because her feelings for Mo Huaiyuan were far deeper and more complicated than those.

And he was said to be cruel because that day—
Chapter completed!