Next to the cabinet, Mo Huaiyuan frowned and rubbed his eyebrows. After a while, he suppressed all the emotions in his heart before he turned on the gas.

He rarely touches these on weekdays. But occasionally, when he travels to different places with her or when the conditions are really hard, he will be forced to cook. The things he cooks may not taste good, but fortunately, he is not picky.

When the little woman finished taking a shower and wiping her hair out, the sound of water boiling came from the kitchen.

With his vast eyes swept towards the kitchen, Mo Huaiyuan's tall figure was wide and charming. Even if he was wearing a home clothes, where he existed, he would always have a strong aura.

I walked to the sofa and hugged the pillow, sat and lie down for a while, but the breath of this room made her feel even more aggrieved. The sound in the kitchen is where her heart belongs...

Finally, I couldn't help it, so I got up, held the wet hair, and walked into the kitchen with my pillow.

The figure became taller and taller, but from beginning to end, he didn't say a word to her.

An Ran finally couldn't help it.

The slender and petite body leaned up, pressed against his wide back with a pillow, and then pressed it on himself. The eyes on his pale face quickly turned red, and his voice was like a sour sponge soaked in: "I don't like..."

Mo Huaiyuan's body slowly froze.

Originally, this posture was similar to holding him behind his back, An Ran didn't dare to stick to him through a pillow, condensing all the grievances in this sentence: "Mo Huaiyuan...I don't like her decorate your room..."

She felt that the area she was most familiar with was being occupied, and this feeling was so bad that it suffocated her.

Very sad.

But I can only tell him this.

Mo Huaiyuan straightened his spine, his handsome face showed a little pale. He threw down what was in his hand, reached behind, and groped and held her slender arm.

"You don't like it?" he asked softly.

His voice was a bit hoarse.

The tall figure slowly turned around, staring at her with cold but gentle eyes, gently pulled her to her, and stared at her from a high place, half-humming and saying: "Then I'll change it for you, okay? Ranran, from the picture frame in the bedroom to the carpet at the door, now, I will change it one by one, I can don't want it. What do you like? Call the furniture city and ask them to send it here now?"

His tone was too solemn and strange. Although he was so soft, An Ran was frightened. He raised his head from the hot and wet tears and noticed that he had already hugged her. She suddenly felt a chill on her back, raised her eyes and crashed into his deep, cold pool-like eyes...

He looked out inexplicably and looked outside. Did she actually take away all the things his fiancée selected and throw away?

Thinking about it, I suddenly felt a chill!

It seems like

……wrong……

Even if she is really unhappy or unhappy, and feels like her own territory is being trampled and invaded, she still feels that this is not good and wrong.

The torn heartache made her awake and her whole body trembled slightly.

"don't want……"

Mo Huaiyuan's cold lips curled a little, and the bitterness spread out in the charm. He leaned over and brought her over completely. In his intimate posture, he asked in a low voice: "What about the others? Or?"

Did she understand why he didn't answer her questions directly, but instead made a small thought and asked her to come and "accompany" the moving house? Do you understand? Why did he move here? Why, such a small and warm sense of belonging and environment is what he wants to prepare for? Who is he willing to be in it?

"I actually don't like this, and I can't even stand it, so do you want it? I confess to her now? I don't love her. Regarding engagement, it's better to just forget it, and I won't be like this again in the future..." The seriousness in his bitter and tumbling tone made her frightened, "Ranran, do you want it?"

As long as she says something, then he can go there alone and suffer alone.

The person in his arms was bombarded by his words for a long time and could not recover. His water eyes stared at him in shock, his little face was pale, and his whole body trembled violently...

He wanted to remove the pillow she was holding and directly facing her hotly, but the little woman's arm tightened, lowered her head and covered half of her face with the pillow. She didn't look at him, and was immersed in the sky of entanglement, fear and heartache. She knew that she had agreed to say this.

Then deny his fiancée and choose to be with him...

"Answer me. Huh?"

The boiling water in the pot was already simmering hot bubbles, rolling the thin Yangchun noodles, and trying to burn the bottom of the pot, Mo Huaiyuan ignored it, his face was cold and hard to pull the obstacles between the two, and he had to ask clearly, but he never thought that the thin white arms were tightly wrapped around the pillow. She buried her little head between the pillows, and she trembled with a layer of thin sweat on her forehead, and she didn't let go of her death. She trembled and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want it..."

A thunder exploded in Mo Huaiyuan's mind.

"I forgot...I forgot, you still want to get married..." She broke free, her water eyes were dyed red, and she was soaked in a sour voice and said in a trembling voice, "Mo Huaiyuan... don't do such a thing because I did...I was wrong...You want to get married...I...can't do this..."

——I was wrong and forgot that you still have to get married.

Even she herself didn't know if she was confused or was really spoiled by him to become a unforgettable habit. She would actually want to possess him and not let anyone touch her. She would actually have such a shameless and shameless idea. Now that she said this, even if her heart hurts, she knew that this was right.

The boiling water of the noodles boiled in the pot was still gushing, and occasionally the smell of the noodles sticking to the bottom of the pot came.

Mo Huaiyuan was holding this little woman in his arms, and he heard her say "You still want to get married" clearly, like a sharp sword piercing directly through his left chest, and a sword poking out of his heart to gush blood.

It is hard to describe such a feeling. He thought she would say something, but he just pushed him into someone else's hand. He thought that after getting along these few days, he could at least prove something.

He really thought...that's it.

The solemn and tall figure stood up straight, his pale face was not at all bloody. He thought carefully, thinking about the mistakes between them, and finally figured them out.
Chapter completed!