Mo Nanjue suddenly reached out and held the back of her neck, and pulled her toward him domineeringly. He tensed his nerves and moved his thin lips gently, "Tong Ran, you..."

Tong Ran looked up at him, "What's wrong with me?"

"Are you angry?"

"No."

Mo Nanjue stared at her, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Tong Ran frowned slightly, "No..."

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?!"

“…”

Tong Ran was stunned. Mo Nanjuejun's face suddenly approached her, and the tip of his nose almost pressed against her. "I feel uncomfortable and say it out loud! I'm thinking about myocardial infarction?!"

“…”

Shouldn't you suffer from depression?

Tong Ran raised his hand and pushed him down. Mo Nanjue refused to let go and held her shoulder tightly, "Tong Ran! You just feel uncomfortable! You still want to lie to me?!"

“…”

Is his fierce tone... comforting someone who feels uncomfortable?

Tong Ran narrowed his eyes, "It's really not. Since it has happened, it must not be considered as non-existent...Mo Nanjue, do you have any ideas?"

"I'm asking you!" Mo Nanjue frowned, his eyes locked any expression on her face for a moment, and he didn't let go of the subtle expression, "You can do whatever you say, Tong Ran, what I care about is your thoughts!"

“…”

Tong Ran was slightly stunned, "But I can't decide for you after all..."

"I can survive because of you, why can't you?!" Mo Nanjue looked cold, but his eyes were as unscrupulous as black ink. "Tong Ran, all my efforts are for you. I don't want to lose you, nor do I want to lose this home. I finally have a home... I only make you happier, make you not regret following me, I don't regret loving me, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, but sometimes I don't know what to do to be the best. Maybe one day I did something wrong and made you dissatisfied, but I..."

He said this in a cold voice, and he couldn't help laughing. In the end, Mo Nanjue was even a little incoherent, and he didn't know how to express it to the best...

Should these words be said affectionately?!

Damn! He suddenly couldn't hold it in his mouth!

How to include it?!

Mo Nanjue's thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and he kept trying to change his expression, his mouth raised and his eyes narrowed, but it seemed that he could not meet the requirements no matter what.

Tong Ran stared at his face...

Is he performing Peking Opera face change?

She suddenly laughed out loud as she looked at it. Mo Nanjue's face darkened, and finally she turned cold, "Tong Ran! What are you laughing at?!"

She actually smiled?

His words were like telling jokes? Comedy effect?!

Mo Nanjue suddenly stood up and knocked over the milk cup bent over. Tong Ran was about to bend down to pick it up, but the man kicked it away, "Tong Ran! Are you going to care about a broken cup at this time?!"

“…”

Tong Ran took a serious look, "The cup is not broken again..."

"Do you care whether it is broken or not! Do you want to sleep with it in your arms?!"

Mo Nanjue reached out and pulled her up, grabbed her slender waist and pressed it in front of her, just to ask her to look at her. Tong Ran raised her eyes and found another faint green shadow at his sight...

Dark circles.

He flew back and forth four or five times in San Francisco, New York... He must have not closed his eyes.

Tong Ran could see that he was also very tired. People would be tired. He was not a god, and he also needed rest.

She frowned, as if she was very dissatisfied. Seeing this, Mo Nanjue tightened his heart and subconsciously locked her up, "Tong Ran..."
Chapter completed!