"Can my woman still suffer from grievances?" As long as she stays by his side obediently, he will not frown whatever she wants.

"Okay, Mo Nanjue, I don't want anything," Tong Ran put down his hand, got out of bed and met him face to face, "I just don't want this."

As she said that, she reached out and pulled the long silver chain around her waist, "I really don't like it, I don't like it at all...Mo Nanjue, don't want this, okay?"

This was the first time she asked him in such a serious and sincere tone.

She didn't know where she had the courage to ask, but listening to what he said just now, she suddenly felt...

He seemed to be not as unreasonable as she thought?

At least sometimes, when she is docile, he treats her well.

Maybe, sometimes if you try to communicate, you will also have results.

Seeing that he was pursing his lips and not speaking, Tong Ran took another step forward, thought for a while, stretched out his little hand, and held his big hand, "Mo Nanjue, you promise me, okay?"

OK?

These two gentle words tapped his heart like a little hammer. Mo Nanjue looked at her simple little face and nodded unexpectedly, and spit out a word with a thin lips: "Okay."

She rarely speaks to him.

He always makes the decision on what he wants and what he doesn't want.

So, before she spoke, Mo Nanjue had a good or bad answer in her heart.

As long as this request is not leaving him.

Chen An was right. He could no longer lock her. What he wanted was a living body, not a body that lost its vitality.

...

...

After untiing the silver chain, Tong Ran felt much more relaxed in an instant. Although she didn't know why he agreed so quickly, she didn't want to guess anymore.

As long as he no longer locks her, she will be very grateful.

The servant prepared the midnight snack, and Tong Ran sat in the restaurant on the first floor. For the first time, he felt that it was such a wonderful thing to be able to move freely.

This is true for people. Only after losing can you learn to miss and cherish it.

She was eating when the man drinking coffee across the street suddenly raised his head and tapped his index finger on the table, "Don't you think the master bedroom on the third floor is small?"

"No, I think it's pretty good." Tong Ran took a bite of the egg roll. Is the master bedroom small?

It's already bigger than the living room of an ordinary family...

But after turning off the lights, the claustrophobic feeling would pinch her.

But now she can go downstairs and walk around, so there should be no problem.

Why did he ask this suddenly?

"It seems, it's a little smaller," the man frowned, "The room is too closed."

Otherwise, how could her claustrophobia occur?

"You think it's too small?" Tong Ran's eyes lit up and he accurately grabbed the end of the conversation, "Look, there are too many people, you must feel it's too small, otherwise, I'll sleep on the second floor, you sleep on the master bedroom, and wait for you to need it..."

"No!" Mo Nanjue refused coldly, "When I need it, it will be too late for you to come up again, so you must sleep next to me."

After saying that, he placed the coffee cup heavily on the table, pushed the chair away and walked out of the dining room.

He didn't forget to say a word: "Come on after eating!"

"..." I'm angry now?!

He used to be a specialist in the opera troupe to practice face change?!
Chapter completed!