"Don't shout it hurts! Wait for me!" Mo Beiyan swung his punch and hit the railing, making a thump, "Are you looking for a beating? You dare to hang up before you finish your words?"

"Don't you tell me?"

"I'm not kidding well? You can't smile? Your mouth will be crooked?"

Mo Huan's eyes are irritated, "You..."

If you can't communicate with him, you will be really angry to death.

Mo Beiyan gasped slightly, and his five fingers pinching his phone couldn't help but tighten. He didn't speak anymore, for fear that she would hang up the next second.

Do you want him to call him back? What if she doesn't accept it?!

This damn woman!

There was nothing to say for a moment, and both sides fell into inexplicable silence.

At this time, Tong Ran was sleeping in the bedroom. She put her slender arms out, then she turned over with a quilt on her legs. Perhaps because of the excessive movement, she actually dropped off the bed with a loud bang.

Mo Beiyan: “…”

I'll go.

What is Mr. Ran’s sleeping position? Does Mo Nanjue know?!

He hurriedly pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window and walked in, put his phone face down and placed it on the bedside table, "Wait for me! If you dare to hang it, you will be dead!"

"..." Mo Huantong was speechless. What was he going to do?

Mo Beiyan walked around the right side of the bed, Tong Ran curled up on the carpet, rubbing his head with one hand, "It hurts so much... Is the earthquake shaking?"

“…”

Mr. Ran actually has such stupid times.

Mo Beiyan grabbed her waist and picked her up. Tong Ran didn't wake up. She thought she was in a dream. She suddenly raised her hand and hit the man in the face, "You, stop kissing, I'm so tired, you don't want..."

“…”

Spring ~ Dream?!

Mo Beiyan pursed his lips and almost laughed. He bent down and put Tong Ran back on the sheet, pulled the quilt to cover her, "Sleep, there is no earthquake, I'm watching."

"Well, then kiss again..."

Tong Ran turned over again and kicked the quilt off with his legs.

“…”

Don't you want to kiss?

Mo Beiyan's face was full of dark lines. What kind of dream is this? Is it schizophrenia?!

He had to cover her again and confirm that she would not kick off the quilt again. Then he straightened up and picked up his phone and walked to the balcony.

On the other end, Mo Huantong clenched her lower lip. Because the microphone was pressed, she couldn't hear it too clearly. She could only vaguely hear a woman murmuring.

...

"Don't kiss, I'm so tired..."

"Yeah, kiss again..."

...

The meaning of acting coquettishly in words is obvious.

Mo Huantong's heart seemed to be hit hard, and it broke into powder. Mo Beiyan said that Xiao Ran had gone abroad, so it must be Xiao Ran...

Who is that? Did he look for a woman in San Francisco?

He wasn't at home...had he stayed in a hotel outside?

Or, the woman he currently raises?

Otherwise... it was already so late, and he wouldn't have been in the same room with a woman who had nothing to do with.

One thought can't stop, more and more, more and more chaos, and my heart is getting colder...

Mo Huantong's face gradually turned pale. She turned her back against the wall. In fact, there was nothing strange about it. Mo Beiyan has never been a person who is not close to women. It is not surprising that he will look for women.

Yes, not surprising, not surprising at all.

At the beginning, wasn’t she the woman he raised?

Mo Huantong clearly remembered that on the night they had a big fight, she went to the hotel to find him, and he stood at the door of the room with a woman in his arms.
Chapter completed!