Mo Nanjue didn't dare to believe it, if the code name F was really Li Qin...

Apart from those four shots, he could not think of any other reason.

If Li Qin did this, there must be a reason. Why?

Mo Nanjue suddenly remembered that Li Qin came to him many times, including France, Canada, Italy... and those advanced foreign projects were pushed out one by one by one.

Just because he didn't want to leave Tong Ran one step.

Is it because of this?

Does he feel that he has lost the right to overturn his hands, right?

Mo Nanjue felt it was hard to say. When he was in the UK, Chen An and Li Qin advised him many times not to go back to Las Vegas. He said, you can go to a new place, even in London, without the Mo family, no family rules, and no identity as the second young master...

Chen An said, start everything about you again, no one can hurt you anymore, I know you won’t listen to me, but I still have to say this.

But Tong Ran is here, and Mo Nanjue cannot not come back.

He's back anyway.

Mo Nanjue really couldn't persuade him to come out, and the wounds in his heart would never heal. In his opinion, it was him who killed Chen An.

He has no ability to protect his best brother, nor can he keep the person he loves from being hurt a little...

So he really doesn't want anything, he just wants a quiet land, and he can watch the sunrise and sunset with the person he loves every day. What he eats is not important, what he wears is not important, what money, what fame and fortune, what supreme rights...

That really doesn't matter at all.

If the code name F is really Li Qin, Mo Nanjue would not have let him go, but he could not lie to himself, so it would be really difficult for him to accept it.

The people around them left one by one and walked away...

A kind of powerlessness that is quenched into the bone marrow is spreading.

Mo Nanjue supported the edge of the bed with his hands and elbows. He buried his handsome face in his palm, but he was extremely tired but could not fall asleep.

The night gradually became deeper, and the moonlight covered everything...

Tong Ran's hands, which were placed beside her, suddenly moved slightly, and her ten fingers curled up. Her mouth opened and her eyes suddenly opened, "Ah——"

She sat up suddenly.

Mo Nanjue looked up and reached out to hug her shoulder, "What's wrong?"

Tong Ran opened her eyes, and she was stiff all over, "I, I..."

Mo Nanjue sat on the edge of the bed and carried her to his lap. Tong Ran was covered in cold sweat. He was obviously awakened by scare, "Have you had a nightmare?"

Tong Ran nodded anxiously, and she gasped, "I, I dreamed of being in South Africa. Luo Xiao showed me the photos from the past. I refused to see them, and I even beat him, and then... Then I burned the room, which was very big, and the whole villa was on fire, and everyone was burned to death, including myself..."

Mo Nanjue frowned, what kind of ghost dream is this?!

He poured a glass of water and handed it to her lips. Tong Ran refused to drink it. The man reached out to pinch her chin and "open his mouth."

Tong Ran opened her mouth and fed it in with moderate amount of water, but she was choked by herself, "Cough... Cough... Cough..."

Mo Nanjue threw away the water cup and pulled a piece of paper to wipe her mouth. However, Tong Ran started coughing constantly, and her face turned red. She waved her hands, "I, I feel my throat is very itchy."

Mo Nanjue held the back of her neck and asked her to lower her head. He walked back and forth between her throat and chest. After a few strokes, Tong Ran stopped coughing.
Chapter completed!