Flash Marriage Passionate Love: Young Master Mo Is A Wife-pampering Addict

Secondly...

"Xiu Chen!"

Wen Ran's eyes changed, and her voice was soft and slightly uneasy, as if she was trying her best to restrain her inner panic, not wanting him to see it.

Mo Xiuchen really didn't notice it either.

A wave of dizziness hit his head, and his brain was empty at that moment. When he heard Wen Ran calling him, he just softened his facial expression, trying hard not to let her see his discomfort.

There was a gentle and endearing smile at the corner of her mouth, and her big palm lightly clasped her shoulder. After a moment, she said in a hoarse voice: "Of course, it's getting late. After breakfast, can you take me to the airport?"

He spoke very slowly, Wen Ran nodded heavily, and a sparkle flashed in his smiling eyes.

She jumped up from his arms, said, "I'm going to the bathroom," then jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom.

Mo Xiuchen closed his eyes again, and when he opened them again, the discomfort was finally gone. He looked at the bathroom, dazed for a while, but Wen Ran didn't come out yet.

He arranged his clothes, got out of bed, walked to the bathroom door, raised his hand and knocked on the door gently: "Ranran!"

"Um."

There was no emotion in Wen Ran's voice through the door. Mo Xiuchen pursed his lips and asked teasingly: "Did you fall into the toilet?"

About a minute later, Wen Ran opened the door and said with a smile, "You actually want me to fall into the toilet so early in the morning."

Mo Xiuchen stared closely at her slightly red eyes, and the color in his eyes changed. Before he could speak, Wen Ran said again: "Xiuchen, actually I still can't let you go. When I think of you, I'm going to leave soon." City C, living in two places with me, makes me want to cry."

She didn't say anything, and Mo Xiuchen suddenly reached out and hugged her into his arms.

Wen Ran stiffened for a moment, then softened, leaning against his chest.

"Of course, of course..."

He called her softly, his hoarse and gentle voice filled with overwhelming sadness and reluctance. When hearing such a gentle call, Wen Ran felt as if a thin thread had been stabbed into her heart. The invisible steel needle couldn't see the blood, but it hurt so much that I couldn't breathe.

She bit her lip tightly, forced away the heat in her eyes, and withdrew from his arms, raising her little face with a bright smile: "Xiuchen, don't say you can't let me go, let's go. Let’s go upstairs for breakfast.”

Mo Xiuchen curled his lips and said, "Okay, I won't say anything."

The two of them went downstairs hand in hand. Before entering the kitchen, Wen Ran smelled the burnt smell. Her beautiful eyebrows suddenly wrinkled and she called out "Ouch" and looked back at Mo Xiuchen.

Mo Xiuchen had a charming smile on his lips and said gently: "Of course, just wait for me for a few minutes and I'll fry it for you."

As he spoke, he strode over, washed his hands, poured out the battered eggs in the pot, rinsed the pot again, and fried the eggs.

Wen Ran stood aside, quietly admiring Mo Xiuchen's focused and charming look. Within two minutes, the fragrance wafted into the air.

Mo Xiuchen turned back and smiled at her: "Of course, please take the porridge out."

"good!"

Wen Ran responded briskly and walked over to get a bowl of porridge.

Ten minutes later, the two of them sat at the dining table, with a bowl of porridge in front of each of them. On the table, there were eggs fried by Mo Xiuchen and a plate of green vegetables.

"Of course, I'll give you one."

Mo Xiuchen picked up a golden egg with a rich aroma and put it on the plate in front of Wen Ran.

She responded with a bright smile: "Thank you." Then she picked up the chopsticks and picked up an egg for him: "Reciprocity, husband, you have worked hard, eat more."

Mo Xiuchen's eyes deepened, because of her calling her husband, an indescribable feeling slipped through his heart, and the smile on his lips became thicker.

Wen Ran ate this breakfast very happily, and Mo Xiuchen was always smiling.

After breakfast, Mo Xiuchen went upstairs and came down with the suitcase he packed last night. Wen Ran stood in front of the potted plant on the stairs, watching him come down, and immediately smiled and held his arm.

Outside, Qingyang and Qingfeng had already driven out of the garage, and Xiao Liu was waiting at the door of the villa.

Seeing them coming out, the three of them looked at each other. Xiao Liu quickly came up to them and said respectfully: "Young Master, please give me the suitcase."

Mo Xiuchen gave the suitcase to Xiao Liu. He turned around and walked towards the car in front of him. Mo Xiuchen slowed down his pace, his handsome face softened, and his eyes fell gently on Wen Ran's face.

"Master Mo, Miss Wen, please get in the car."

The two of them walked to the business car. Qingfeng had already opened the car door and made an inviting gesture to them with a smile.

"Qingfeng, Qingyang, when I'm not in G city, you have to protect Ranran. You'll pick her up and drop her off at work every day."

Qingfeng immediately suppressed his smile and solemnly promised: "Don't worry, Mr. Mo, we will not let Miss Wen lose a hair, let alone let those men with impure intentions approach her."

Wen Ran smiled and glared at him: "Where did a man with an impure purpose come from?"

Mo Xiuchen also laughed, but he was very satisfied with Qingfeng's assurance: "Of course, let's get in the car."

Xiao Liu stayed at home, escorted by Qingfeng and Qingyang. Wen Ran and Mo Xiuchen sat in the back row. She leaned in his arms, her little hands intertwined with his. Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was quiet and warm. .

Regarding the fact that Mo Xiuchen went to City C alone while Wen Ran stayed in City G, people around them were confused, confused, and worried. No one had a clear answer.

Even Mo Xiuchen himself didn't know why Wen Ran did this, but Wen Ran knew why he didn't let him go with him.

But that doesn't matter.

She is willing to wait for him at home, waiting for his return!

When they arrived at the airport, Wen Ran looked at Mo Xiuchen with a smile and said softly: "Xiuchen, I won't get out of the car or send you into the airport. I'm afraid I'll be sad watching you go through the security check."

Her voice was very soft, very soft, just as Qingfeng opened the car door and got out, the sound of the door drowned out her voice.

Qingfeng and Qingyang in the front row didn't hear her words.

Mo Xiuchen, who was sitting next to her, had a flash of emotion in his eyes and a slight smile on his lips. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, nodded and said, "Okay, you don't have to go in. I'll call you when I get there." .”

Wen Ran nodded heavily, with a bright smile in his eyes, and all the reluctance was suppressed deep in his heart.

"If you're too busy, you don't have to call me every day. It's the same thing if you call me once every three to five days or send me a message."

Wen Ran thought for a while and warned again.

Mo Xiuchen was slightly startled, Xitan's deep eyes narrowed, and he called tentatively: "Of course, are you..."

"It's nothing. I just want to try how long we can last without seeing each other or talking on the phone, just thinking about each other, without our feelings getting weaker."

Wen Ran interrupted him with a smile, "Anyway, I have no worries about you. You don't have to report every day. You should be happy and don't look like I don't want you, okay?"