Mo Nanjue coldly pinched her chin, "I'm going to hide it from me? I'm going to hide it alone in the toilet and cry?"

"It hurts..." Tong Ran bulged his face, "I don't know! I'm not a son!"

"If you are my son, I will beat you to death!" Mo Nanjue hugged her waist and picked her up, "Don't move!"

Tong Ran leaned her head against his shoulder and didn't dare to move. Mo Nanjue carried her to the bathroom and gently placed it on the pool table.

He pulled off a towel and wet and wrung it out.

Tong Ran sat on the side and watched his skillful movements, his eyes slightly moistened. Mo Nanjue straightened his body and grabbed her face, "Open his mouth."

Tong Ran opened her mouth obediently, and the corners of her mouth broke open, and a trace of blood was seeping out. Mo Nanjue frowned, and the towel in his hand gently tapped on her wound, "Does it hurt?"

He still can't make a sound...

Tong Ran shook her head, it was fake that she said it didn't hurt... She actually always felt that being slapped in the face was the most painful, and her heart was also hurt.

The hands will hurt...

In the past, she used to be in South Africa, she would have been doing Luo Xiao every day. Doesn’t she feel pain?

She also hurts very much...

Mo Nanjue pinched her chin and saw the mist in her eyes. He also knew that this stupid woman must be sad. He lowered his head and closed her lips with a greed greed, "Don't cry."

As soon as he finished speaking, a warm liquid spread between the two of them. Mo Nanjue felt that someone was hit hard on his chest. His thin lips slightly opened, and he licked gently licked the wound on the corner of her mouth...

He was afraid of her crying the most.

He has never been afraid of anything in his life, but he can't stand it, can't stand it, can't help it, and can't help it.

He couldn't stand her name, she couldn't bear it, she was hurt, she couldn't bear it, she cried, she couldn't bear it, she laughed, she couldn't help it, she was there, he couldn't let it go...

The man's movements were very light, and the tip of his tongue swept across her wound, as if it could really relieve the pain. Tong Ran sobbed, and she hugged his neck, "Mo Nanjue..."

Mo Nanjue retreated lightly.

He held her waist with both hands and prevented her from hugging him.

"sorry."

He suddenly said softly.

Tong Ran was stunned, and she hurriedly reached out to hug him, "What are you talking about..."

The person who said he was not sorry... it was her.

It was her that she had such a family that implicated her... Tong Ran knew it was meaningless, and she knew it shouldn't be... But she still couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. She and Su Qingtian were both Su Lan's daughters, why was she so biased?

Is it because Su Lan said that when she was a child, she was taken care of by Luo Xiao, but Su Qingtian had nothing?

But didn’t she have Mo Nanjue? When she was a child, she stayed with Mo Nanjue. Even if she didn’t meet often, this was something she couldn’t even dream of…

This is not a reason at all...

Tong Ran thought, maybe she would have been in her life that her father and mother would not love her, and she was not qualified to have family affection. She really had nothing except Mo Nanjue...

His son also brought her, and everything she gave her was given by him... Her world is only blank except him.

He supported her entire sky and ignited her life every moment.

She didn't dare to think that if she lost him, would she still survive?

No... If there was a day, she would rather die.
Chapter completed!