“…”

Mr. Chen looked at him in shock. He didn't expect him to say that, nor did he expect him to want it. No one wouldn't want these things. "This is just my little intention. After all, An An lives with you now, and in the future...

”

“This is not a deal.”

“…”

Mr. Chen was stunned. Because of his words, he was embarrassed to hand over the contract. When he came to his senses, Mo Nanjue's figure had disappeared outside the window.

Mr. Chen's eyes fell on the family photo again, and he didn't move for a long time...

...

...

In the bedroom.

When Mo Nanjue came back, Chen An did not wake up. The man closed the door and slowly walked to the soft chair.

Chen An closed his eyes and his eyebrows were still tightly furrowed in his sleep. He had nightmares every night, and Mo Nanjue always knew this.

He also knew what he would dream of, but Chen An himself would not remember it.

He just didn't want him to go through it again...and suffer again.

Mo Nanjue doesn't think he can really have such a strong heart.

He couldn't bear it.

He is his closest relative, he doesn't want to lose him, he doesn't want anyone to know, and Mo Nanjue doesn't want others to look at him with tinted glasses.

He is a normal child, and now he is a normal man.

Everything is normal.

Mo Nanjue bent down and sat down beside the soft chair. He narrowed his eyes slightly. Since he chose to forget some things, there was no need to remember them again.

Chen An suddenly turned over, and his arms raised hit the edge of the table. The teacup almost fell off. Mo Nanjue quickly caught it and put it on again.

"It's over," the man said in a low voice, "It's over, no one will blame you. Don't be afraid, it's not your fault."

Chen An frowned, and this sentence hit his eardrums very deeply. He narrowed his eyes in his sleep, and tears slid into his hair...

...

...

The next day.

Chen An woke up very early. Mo Nanjue called Tong Ran in the yard. He heard him yelling at someone early in the morning. Chen An walked out rubbing his eyes and vaguely heard words such as not being allowed to weave again, "What's wrong?"

"It's not your business!"

Mo Nanjue glared at him coldly. Seeing that he was full of anger, Chen An hurriedly walked around and said, "I don't care. I don't care. Go, yell at your Tong Ran."

"I'm yelling at her?"

Damn, he just didn't allow her to knit a sweater, why did he yell at her?!

Mo Nanjue said to the other end of his phone with a cold face, "Chen An said I'm yelling at you, what do you think?"

“…”

In the bedroom of Chaoyang Capital, Tong Ran was nestled in the sofa and moved his hand away from his ear back, "No, you're a little fierce."

"Where am I crazy? Tong Ran, please make it clear!"

"..." Tong Ran moved away again quickly.

Chen An, who was listening, rolled his eyes and yawned to wash.

Was washing my face, news came from the main building that Mr. Chen was not good enough.

Chen An was stunned. The towel in his hand fell to the ground. He didn't even change his pajamas, and turned around and rushed out of the yard with big strides.

When they arrived at the main building, most of the people from the Chen family arrived. When they saw him, they turned sideways, "Young Master An is here."

Chen An walked in through the crowd, and Old Master Chen had only one last breath left. Seeing his fingers moving, "An An."
Chapter completed!