The moment he really stood at the door of her house, he hesitated.

Ask her if she really forgot, so she doesn't remember him. Tell her, Qiao An, you are Su Mu.

What if it was all in vain again?

How should Qiao An deal with herself? How should she believe that his love for her now has nothing to do with whether she is Su Mu or not.

Mo Kai's hand raised in mid-air to knock on the door slowly lowered.

Just wait, he will naturally have a solution to both problems.

The lamp in the corridor of Qiao An's house had never been repaired. Mo Kaiwu hid in the dark doorway for a long time, raising his eyes and wanting to leave.

The door suddenly opened, and the warm light in the room suddenly revealed his handsome face, which was like a gift from God.

Qiao An was holding a garbage bag in her hand and was shocked when she saw the person at the door.

The two people's eyes collided, and they were relatively speechless. The long silence was more like a silent and subtle emotional tug-of-war between the two.

On a quiet night, it's so quiet that you can hear each other's breathing and heartbeats.

After a long time, Qiao An took the lead in defeat, took a breath, raised his hand and prepared to close the door.

If you can't afford to offend, you can't afford to hide.

Mo Kai quickly held the door with one hand and clasped the edge of the door with the other hand. With a strong effort, the person entered the door.

"Click—"

The door behind Mo Kai was locked instantly.

Qiao An was staggered by Mo Kai's sudden force in pushing the door open. Before she could react, Qiao An was grabbed by Mo Kai. His tall body immediately held her in his arms, making her unable to escape.

The night is already deep.

Zhan Zhan and Xinyi had already fallen asleep, and they were silently stalemate at the door.

Qiao An reached out to break away from Mo Kai's arms, but the next second, he leaned over and buried his head in her neck.

"An'an." He called.

"Don't push me away." The voice was slumped and...loose.

It seems affectionate, helpless, begging for mercy...

Qiao An felt like her brain was exploding.

"An'an." He repeated again, two words, as if mixed with a thousand words.

Qiao An instantly became a body of contradictions. Reason and emotion were pulled wildly, and he felt like he was about to be torn in half!

Reason finally prevailed.

"Mo Kai, let me go." Qiao An's voice was cold and solemn.

Feeling his body stiffen, Qiao An closed her eyes, covering the mist under her eyes, "Mo Kai, we have... broken up."

Mo Kai paused for a moment, and finally let go of her hand around her waist. When he stood up and raised his eyes, his originally bright eyes were like broken stars.

"I'll go back to Boston early tomorrow morning."

Mo Kai's voice seemed clearer and mellower in the quiet night. This sentence hit Qiao An's heart hard.

Qiao An was stunned, her body trembled instinctively, her heart shrank, and it hurt.

Mo Kai looked at the woman in front of him with burning eyes, seeing that she was so stubborn that she didn't even want to say anything, let alone hoping that she would stay.

It's Joan after all.

Mo Kai was extremely frustrated, but after all, he was a gentle, considerate and considerate man. Even though he was miserable, he still didn't want her to have any misunderstandings.

"I have some things to take care of. I'm not sure when I will come back, but I promise that I will come back as soon as possible to give you an explanation."

Regardless of whether Qiao An listened or not, Mo Kaiwu continued, "Also, Su Mu and I are fine."

Qiao Anxin was as worried as beating a drum and had no time to react.

"I want to be your Qiao An's husband, and Zhan Zhan and Xin Yi's father, whether you believe it or not." Mo Kai's tone was sincere, his expression was upright, and he was resolute.


Chapter completed!