Flash Marriage Passionate Love: Young Master Mo Is A Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 44 Unknowingly Pampering

The corners of Mo Xiuchen's lips were slightly curved, and she stared quietly at Wen Ran. Her fingertips touched his finger inadvertently. Different from the coolness and hardness of the ring, the soft and warm touch penetrated into his skin and directly penetrated into his skin. Touching his heart, that feeling, he felt in a trance like the touch of that little girl back then.

It was too dark at that time, he couldn't see her face clearly, only saw a mole on her chin, her voice was sweet and waxy like cotton candy, even under such circumstances, he felt that it was very special Nice to hear.

She called him to 'run', and he said, 'I will definitely go back to find her'. Now that more than ten years have passed, he has found her, but he feels that the person he found is not the little girl back then.

On the contrary, he felt that Wen Ran was more like the little girl who saved him back then than Cheng Jia, not because of her appearance, but because of her feeling.

"Wear it!"

The warm and soft voice brought back Mo Xiuchen's drifting thoughts. He took her hand and put their ring-wearing hands together. The two rings were on two fingers with different thicknesses. Refracting the same brilliance, like a pair of cheerful lovers, people look at it and feel inexplicably happy.

Mo Xiuchen chuckled, and his clear and joyful voice overflowed his thin lips: "It's really beautiful."

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After returning home, after dinner, when Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran went upstairs together, he told her that he would go back to Mo's house for dinner on the weekend.

"I heard from Zhou Lin this afternoon, and she said that Cheng Jia will also go."

Wen Ran's slender body stood under the bright crystal light, looking up at Mo Xiuchen with a small face.

Mo Xiuchen nodded, without any change in his expression, and said flatly, "Well, she's going too."

After a slight pause, Mo Xiuchen explained again: "Before, Cheng Jia worked at Nanqin Hotel. From tomorrow onwards, she will go to the head office to work as Qin Mu's assistant."

A trace of astonishment flashed through Wen Ran's clear eyes, she smiled slightly, and said, "She is your savior, and she should be repaid. Speaking of which, she fell ill when she was six years old and forgot about the past. I'm a lot like it."

"Could it be that you were sick at the age of six and forgot what happened before?"

Mo Xiuchen was slightly surprised, it's not that he hasn't investigated Wen Ran. Since he saw her at a banquet three months ago, he felt that she was like the little girl back then for no reason, so he asked someone to investigate her, but he didn't know that she was also sick and lost her memory?

Wen Ran pursed her lips and said softly, "Yes, but no one knows except my family."

"Why?"

Mo Xiuchen asked curiously, looking at Wen Ran with his long and narrow eyes.

"My parents told me not to tell others, maybe they were afraid that other children would laugh at me."

Wen Ran smiled indifferently. At first, she was puzzled, but later, she felt that it was nothing. She couldn't tell everyone that she was sick when she was six years old, and she couldn't remember anything before the age of six.

Thinking of it this way, he was relieved.

"There's nothing to laugh at. Not many people can remember what happened before the age of six. You go take a shower first, and I'll go to the study to deal with the documents."

Mo Xiuchen's heart turned towards Wen Ran again. He was also ill and lost his memory. When Cheng Jia said in a self-blaming tone that he didn't remember what happened when he was a child, he felt suspicious. At this moment, Wen Ran clearly had a smile on his face. Somewhere in my heart, I couldn't help feeling pity.

He even raised his hand to comfort her head and rubbed her head, in his tone, there was a pet that he didn't know. drown.

Because of his intimate action, Wen Ran's heart skipped a beat for no reason, her face felt hot, she nodded, and ran into the bathroom as if fleeing.