"Whoever dares to knock on the door again will either come in and use it as firewood, or get out of here!"

"..."

There was suddenly no sound outside the door.

The man kicked open the bathroom door irritably, threw Tong Ran directly into the bathtub filled with hot water, and then stepped in.

Tong Ran barely had time to react before Mo Nanjue came over and said, "Tong Ran, let me tell you, you don't want to have a child for me, and I don't even bother to let you be pregnant with my child!"

"I know, that's why I never planned to be pregnant with your child," Tong Ran raised her little face that was wet with water drops to look at him, "Mo Nanjue, in that case, why don't you let me take the vaccine?"

.Pregnancy medicine?”

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes. She actually stopped him with this question. Yes, why not let her eat? It's her business to like to eat. Doesn't this just save trouble?!

He stretched out his big hand and clasped her wrist, "Who says I won't let you? Eat it. You can eat as much as you want from now on. I'll spend all my money to feed you!"

He was so strong that Tong Ran felt a breaking pain in her wrist. She frowned and said, "Mo Nanjue, you——"

No one can defeat him as long as he uses strong words!

The master bedroom was full of fire, but the bathtub was filled with mist. Tongran's little face turned crimson with anger, and it seemed that the mist in the bathtub was turning pink.

Mo Nanjue stretched out his arms and hugged her domineeringly, his heart throbbing inexplicably. He had to admit that for a moment, he really wanted a child that belonged to him and her...

…

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After the quarrel in the bathroom... Mo Nanjue got up, took a shower and went out. Tong Ran knew without thinking that he must have been grounded again.

Anyway, freedom to her is just a word from him.

This man is a total pervert!

Tong Ran was wearing comfortable home clothes, her hair was half-dried. She hugged her knees and sat on the bedside, watching the servants cleaning the half-burned curtains and the blackened soft sofa...

Every time Mo Nanjue got angry at her, it was like this.

Last time I crashed a Bugatti Veyron, this time I almost burned down the master bedroom...

Should I blow up the Imperial Dragon Garden directly next time...

Nan Nan was lying pitifully on the TV cabinet, looking at her favorite place to sleep before being carried out.

The servants cleaned for a long time and replaced all the bed sheets, quilt covers and furniture with new ones before retreating.

Mo Nanjue has always been like this. Things he doesn't want will be replaced in minutes.

Women are the same to him.

Tong Ran stood at the door holding Nan Nan in his arms, looking at the brand new furniture and hangings in the room, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

When did she become so sentimental...

The back of her hand was licked by a little tongue, and Nan Nan nestled in her arms obediently. As if she noticed that she was in a bad mood, she bit her cuff flatteringly and meowed.

Tong Ran put away his emotions, smiled and rubbed its head, turned around and went downstairs.

…

Mo Nanjue didn't come back until dinner time.

Naturally, Tong Ran wouldn't find it strange. According to Mo Nanjue's temper, he probably wouldn't come back tonight.

After dinner, she sat on the sofa with her laptop and surfed the Internet.

Although she can no longer play the piano with her left hand, she often goes to some music recitals to realize her dream that she will never be able to touch again. It is also wonderful to listen to it.

While she was browsing the web, Butler Zhou stepped forward and handed her the cordless phone: "Miss Tong, the young master is looking for you."

Looking for her?

Tong Ran frowned and answered the phone reluctantly, "What's the matter?"

"..."

"Hello?"

"..."

"If you don't speak, I'll die." Is this man boring?!

"Is this the way you talk to me?" The man's cold voice finally came from the other end, "Tong Ran, did you not do enough in the bathroom this morning?"

"..."
Chapter completed!