The little woman he once held in his hand like a treasure and was afraid that she would melt. His baby is now like this.

The two of them were silent for a while until the phone rang.

Mo Huaiyuan glanced lightly. On the bed, his black phone kept ringing. Since he charged a little power in the welfare home, he kept ringing. He didn't have to guess who was there.

He threw away the towel and grabbed it. The words "Cao Kun" on it kept flashing.

An Ran was also very concerned and asked, "Who is it?"

I don’t know if I don’t speak, my throat is already hoarse, and there is a little fishy and sweetness on my gums.

Her eyelashes drooped and she swallowed.

Mo Huaiyuan glanced at her, ignored her, and looked at the phone with his lips pursed. After a long time, he chose to answer.

Cao Kun was not prepared at all, and he had no idea what he could answer. As soon as he answered, he forgot what he wanted to say. He stood there with his mouth open, and finally realized that he suddenly said, "Miss An is there with you? The secretary is looking for her and is crazy."

Cao Kun regretted it after saying a word.

The housework of the An family - it shouldn't be known, but when Cao Kun went to the hospital that morning, he clearly saw the terrifying mess in the secretary's ward, but An Zhanyu bit his teeth and said that he was a gun fire. On the same morning, Mo Huaiyuan and He Anran disappeared at the same time. Coupled with the situation revealed by Qin Yi, Cao Kun vaguely knew what was going on.

Outside the window, there was a sound of cannons sounding from afar.

In the north, where the New Year atmosphere is becoming more and more intense, the cannon sounds will take about a full month from the 25th.

There was no smoke between his lips and fingers. Mo Huaiyuan subconsciously felt a little lonely. He stroked his slender fingers and frowned and said slowly: "He is looking for his daughter, why did he find me here?"

Cao Kun reacted, held his breath, breathed for a long time, and said, "...Huaiyuan, don't argue, if you can be so calm, it proves that people must be with you, father and daughter are in love. For the New Year, consider Secretary An's mood. It would be good if he didn't make a fuss."

Mo Huaiyuan's face turned cold.

"Is that true?"

"You are all so sure. I am calm because I know her news? She is safe and has such great influence. It doesn't mean that I can leave Kyoto and An's house without any scruples. Are these people no longer anything to me?"

His words made Cao Kun feel cold in his heart.

Compared to An Ran's safety, he actually cared more about the mood of this comrade-in-arms who had been born and died together, and said hoarsely: "What's wrong with you?"

"What happened in the hospital that day? Tell me. The An family has been sorry for you all these years. I looked at you and felt sorry for you in my heart, but did you really... just let go? You don't care about An Ran anymore?"

Cao Kun became vaguely scared. Mo Huaiyuan was too strange to this.

"You might as well watch it for a while, and you'll understand."

After saying this slowly, regardless of whether he could understand it or not, Mo Huaiyuan hung up the phone indifferently and threw his cell phone on the bed.

Cao Kun, who was opposite, answered the call, his whole body was stiff. Now Secretary An is critically ill and his daughter is missing. Everything is in chaos. Originally, only by contacting Mo Huaiyuan and Cao Kun felt that he had a backbone, but now this backbone said that he didn't care and it would no longer be his business in the future.

——What did the An family do to him? Made him like this?

Don’t think about the kindness of raising you, don’t think about the old love, don’t think about your affection for An Ran for so many years.

Mo Huaiyuan has never been an irrational person. What did he mean to be like this?

After losing his phone, he walked over and slowly leaned on the sofa. The ends of his hair were still wet and dripping with water. There was a hint of coldness and confusion in his sexy feeling, which made Anran unable to take his eyes open.

He noticed the gaze that was firmly staring at him, raised his eyes and stared at her, his crimson thin lips opened slightly, and said coldly: "Do you regret it? If you want to go back now, it's still time!"

An Ran was slightly stunned, her thoughts were cut off, and after reacting for a while, she finally knew what he was talking about.

She shook her head.

"I have never lacked love, attention, or indulgence since I was a child. It seems that I live in a honeypot and never worry about being hurt. But this time I ran out because I felt hurt," she said quietly, thinking that at that time, she could leave everything in the hospital because she felt that the most precious thing in her life was hurt severely. Until now, her hands were still shaking, she looked up and said to him, "I will not leave. I am the most at ease here. Don't worry about you being hurt by anyone. I want to accompany you and protect you."

tang

The quiet late night is the right time to say love words.

Mo Huaiyuan sat on the sofa and listened to her words, especially the last few words, and he was confused. But to be honest, it sounded really nice. Even his heart, which was as hard as steel and ice, was slightly moved, and there were signs of melting.

"Your father is critically ill now. He is still in the hospital tomorrow on New Year's Eve. You are not worried?" He raised his eyes, staring at her coldly, and said slowly, "Blood relationship is no better than anything else. You can give up this, you are cruel enough."

Han Ran's slender eyelashes drooped quietly.

"You also have parents who are connected with you. When my father knew that the danger of the task would make you lose them, he still chose to protect himself and put them in danger? Then is he cruel?"

When Mo Huaiyuan heard this, his body stiffened violently.

An Ran stopped standing by the window, walked over to the sofa and looked for him, leaned up without fear, and gently hugged his neck: "No pain is better than those you have ever suffered. I understand, so the choice I made must be the right one."

"I have never been inclined to anyone between you and my dad. Mo Huaiyuan, if you were the one who had been by your side for most of your life, would you feel that a person who had been by your side for most of your life was not as good as your relatives? You are not my relatives, you are everything I have."

There was a chill in my neck.

This little woman's body is either dust or snowflakes, and the ice makes people's spirits slightly shocked.

If you had heard these words before, Mo Huaiyuan would have been so excited that he was at a loss, and felt willing to do anything for her, and willing to die on her...

But now, he closed his eyes and felt the pain spreading from his heart. He couldn't help but reach out and hug her gently.

He once didn't believe such sweet words and sugar-coated shells, but if it were given by her, he would rather believe it, even if she gave it a fatal poison, even if he just drank poison to quench his thirst.

The hand rubbed it from her slender waist and suddenly pulled it hard, and she couldn't help but fall into his arms.

He turned his head and stared at her carefully. He raised his hand and gently stroked her hair. It was slightly messy, and the longer the soft hair was, and the hair was so good that it was wrapped around and pulled his fingertips, An Ran's breathing shortened.

Originally, she was so excited when she stared at him from a distance, but now when she looked at him up close, she felt dizzy in her mind. The strong impact was a bit unbearable. His eyebrows were the most powerful drugs in the middle of the night, and a slight move made her collapse.

Those lips were right in front of me.

"..." An Ran's throat made a slightly hungry sound, his arms wrapped around his neck and his head lowered.

Warm and cold are connected.

The clean and familiar smell spread softly when touched, and quickly rushed to the limbs and bones along the place where they touched each other. Mo Huaiyuan let her kiss her a few lightly. Then, his fingers gently clamped the back of her head, blocked her, and leaned in, finding the soft little tongue that he had missed for a long time.

In an instant, his emotions collapsed, and the feeling was indescribable. It was like a wave sweeping across the sea, which suddenly wet the whole body. His body trembled slightly and hugged her up. A dull sound overflowed from his throat. The long-lasting deep kiss with a sound made both of them unable to bear it.

An Ran was head-heavy and light-footed. Her fever made her feel very uncomfortable. Her whole body was hurt, but she still hugged him tightly and didn't let go. Her little hands grabbed into his wet hair and gave it to him all, giving it to him...

Mo Huaiyuan gasped for a moment, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at the two of them in this position. His open bathrobe, his unbuttoned cotton coat, and his half-fallen bottom shirt... This strong visual impact made him break his skills in an instant, almost sinking into the passion that was about to explode...

But he almost stopped it. He pressed her waist, grabbed her little hand that was exploring in, and threw away his handsome face that was slightly flushed, and his eyes instantly became cold.

Voice is hoarse:

"I don't have the mood now...get up."

An Ran was stunned for a few moments, but she didn't feel too much to bear it. He asked her to get up and got up. The cotton jacket was too long and was halfway through. She stepped on her clothes and stepped on the hem. An Ran almost fell down...

Mo Huaiyuan pursed his lips and held his breath, grabbed her, and when he looked up and bumped into her eyes, he looked at her with a grievance and fearful look, and he was full of cold blame...

I stared at her coldly for a long time and pulled her over! I bent my head and pressed against her hot forehead...
Chapter completed!