“…”

Love words are so smooth.

Tong Ran looked at him from time to time, why did she always feel that this man was not kind?

Mo Nanjue supported his hands on the edge of the table. The man was born with a clothes rack. It was different for him to wear any clothes. He pretended to be serious, "I'm for your own good."

Tong Ran bit off the edge of the cup, "Where's the best?"

"Isn't going to meet your uncle a sign of responsibility for you?"

"so?"

The man raised his eyebrows, "Tell them that you are my Mo Nanjue's woman."

"Then?"

"Then you will have my label on you from now on."

"at last?"

Mo Nanjue reached out and touched his nose, almost letting Luo Xiao take a good look and say it out.

Tong Ran glanced at him, but didn't say anything, and got up and wanted to clean up the dishes.

Mo Nanjue pulled her and sat on his lap, and walked around her chest with one hand, "Why are you still hesitating so much? I should be nervous."

Tong Ran looked back at him with contempt, "Is there anything you, Mo Nanjue, nervous?"

It seems that there is no such thing as this. The man hugged his hands tightly, and his handsome face pressed against her side face, "You are the most nervous thing for me."

"I'm an individual."

"Then you are the tightest person."

Yes, the more he talked, the more he became more and more unfair. Tong Ran slapped his hand away, "I'll go wash the dishes, and I'll ask if my uncle has time. Today is Saturday, we'll take you to play."

The man raised his eyebrows, "Do you take me?"

"We have a lot of delicious food and fun," Tong Ran kissed him sideways on his face, "Take you to experience the lives of ordinary people."

"Pingming Min's surname?" Mo Nanjue's lips curled up slightly, "Don't the common people do what we do every night?"

“…”

It was already past ten o'clock after packing up the dishes. Tong Ran kept remembering Luo Tingsong's number, but she had never called it before. She hesitated with her cell phone and dialed it over.

It took a long time to pick it up, "Hey?"

"Hey," Tong Ran paused, "Uncle, I am Xiao Ran."

"Xiao Ran?" Luo Tingsong's voice became obviously excited. Since he was taken to the ward by Mo Nanjue to meet Tong Ran once, he had not contacted her again. "Where are you now? Are you okay?"

"I'm pretty good, don't worry, uncle," Tong Ran felt warm in his heart as he listened to the words of concern. He said, looking sideways at the man reading the newspaper on the sofa, and suddenly felt a little nervous, "That, uncle, are you at home today?"

"Ah?" Luo Tingsong was stunned and nodded quickly, "I'm here, are you going home? I'll ask your aunt to make more dishes you like..."

"Yes, I'll go back in the afternoon."

"Okay, okay, I haven't been back for a long time, that's great," Luo Tingsong said several good words in a row, and then changed the subject, "Then, Xiao Ran, will Xiao Er come back with you?"

“…”

Tong Ran tightened his hand holding the phone.

Mo Nanjue looked up at her in the newspaper.

"No, I'll take a friend back," Tong Ran couldn't say it. He thought of explaining when he got home, but he couldn't explain the phone. "Uncle, see you then afternoon."

"Okay, uncle is waiting for you at home."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Nanjue closed the newspaper and tapped his index finger on the desktop. The man was obviously unhappy, "When did I become your friend?"
Chapter completed!