Chapter 50 Maybe, He's Not Sick at All

Compared to her nervousness, Mo Xiuchen was calm and composed.

When she came to his aunt, some kind of charming thoughts in his mind disappeared, and he hugged her, just because it felt good.

She buried her head in his chest and exhaled like blue towards the position of his heart.

The fragrance in her hair, and the quiet smell of her body penetrated from his breath into the lungs, and the long-standing cold loneliness in his heart disintegrated little by little, and the softness and warmth penetrated layer by layer, spreading in his heart. Come.

He suddenly understood why he was worried about the past few days of his business trip, so he shortened the trip and came back early.

The corner of his mouth curled up in surprise, his big palm around her waist tightened slightly, and his soft voice sounded above her head, "Relax, I don't eat people."

"I'm not used to it!"

Wen Ran's voice came from his chest, a little unnaturally stiff.

"Then you get used to it from now on. If you can't sleep, you don't have to go to work tomorrow."

Mo Xiuchen held back his laughter, the last sentence smacked of a warning, Wen Ran frowned upon hearing it, but didn't know how to refute it, so he protested silently.

***

Mohists.

Mo Zixuan entered the living room without even changing his shoes, and walked directly to the stairwell. He was half drunk, glanced at Xiao Wenqing who was waiting on the sofa, and ignored it.

"Zixuan, didn't I tell you to come back early, why did you go drinking again?"

Xiao Wenqing frowned, caught up with Mo Zixuan at the stairs, and questioned him displeasedly.

Mo Zixuan turned his head and shook off the hand she extended to help him, and said mockingly, "What else can I do besides drinking?"

When Xiao Wenqing was thrown away by him, his expression changed. When he thought of something, he suppressed the displeasure in his heart and asked in a low voice, "Didn't I ask you to call Zhou Lin? Zixuan, you can't be ruined by a Wen Ran." She has been Mo Xiuchen's wife for the rest of your life..."

"Don't mention Mo Xiuchen to me, he doesn't even count as a man. He deliberately took revenge and knew that I love Ranran, so if he snatches her away, I will definitely take Ranran back..."

Mo Zixuan suddenly glared at Xiao Wenqing angrily, she would not know how much pain he felt.

"Keep your voice down. Fortunately, your father hasn't come back yet. If he sees you like this, he should scold you again."

Xiao Wenqing reprimanded in a low voice, then turned her head and glanced at the door, now at eleven o'clock, Mo Jingteng should be back.

She helped Mo Zixuan upstairs, returned to his room, and said, "I used to think that Mo Xiuchen was really sick, but now, I suddenly feel that he may have been hiding it from everyone. Maybe, he didn't know it at all. There is no disease."

Mo Zixuan's feet went limp, and his body hit the door panel with a loud noise. Xiao Wenqing hurriedly supported him again, and said softly, "Be careful."

Mo Zixuan's face turned black, thinking of the scene he saw in the afternoon, Mo Xiuchen didn't know if he did it for him, or if he was really making out with Wen Ran.

The image of him kissing Wen Ran and pressing her under him appeared in his mind, and the jealousy in his heart was like a raging flame.

Swish up his forehead, and roared in a panic, "Impossible. How could Mo Xiuchen be healthy?"

How could Mo Xiuchen be healthy?

Back then, he was consulted by an expert. Because of this, he himself was depressed for two years...

Seeing his agitation, Xiao Wenqing quickly comforted him, "Son, don't get agitated, I'm just guessing and haven't been confirmed yet."

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