The water eyes raised, turned around and looked at him in surprise, as soft as a small animal.

"Why are you here?" He asked in a low voice with a light opening.

Anran got up, held the sofa with his hands on the mist, and after being confused, he was overwhelmed with a clear mind: "I've been here all the time, and I'm here when I come back from get off work... Zou Yan said I'd better not go anywhere, but your phone is turned off and it can't be connected. I called Zou Yan but he didn't answer... He..."

The screen of the mobile phone was bright, so she lowered her face to look at it, and Zou Yan hanged her directly.

She couldn't stand it and fell asleep on the sofa.

Flatten your mouth.

"How is it?" An Ran raised her pale little face, and there was no trace of blood on her lips. She asked hoarsely. With the heart-wrenching concentration that night, she had already made the worst preparations. Her cold little hands opened and gently supported the sofa, "Mo Huaiyuan, are you going back for a short time, or can you come back and not leave?"

She knew these procedures. When she was in Kyoto, when she saw too many government officials being under double supervision, she would give her some time to go home to visit, because after collecting evidence, she would only be convicted, and this kind of human nature still has to be discussed.

More importantly, Qu Weilan sent her a text message in the middle of the night, which reads - "He doesn't accept my help, just to give you peace of mind? Then Anran, remember that if something happened to Huaiyuan, you will always be the culprit."

An Ran was shocked at that time.

For the first time, she felt that she was so unlike herself. She used to care so much about others. She ran out halfway through the foam on her head and naked water. Her eyes were red in anger and she tried her best to call Zou Yan and Mayor Chen. No one answered, and no one answered.

An Ran didn't know what was wrong with her, but suddenly, she was so scared.

Afraid of hurting him.

The emotions in Mo Huaiyuan's eyes changed a lot. After a while, he controlled his mood, slowly pulled out, and walked up. He walked into the bedroom with a tall figure and took out a slightly thicker blanket. On the sofa, the little woman's hair was wet, and somehow she was wet. When she talked to him, goose bumps appeared on her fair skin, but she herself didn't realize it.

The soft blanket wrapped around her, An Ran's eyelids trembled, her breathing was unstable, her little hands grabbed the blanket, and her voice trembled: "Tell me first..."
Chapter completed!