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

Wen Ran's "Hello" came out.

No sound came from the phone.

Through the distant radio waves, she could vaguely hear the slight breathing on the other end.

My heart suddenly clenched.

Her hand holding the phone tightened, and her slender body froze in the stairwell, not daring to express her anger.

Just when she thought the other party couldn't speak.

A voice came with three parts of the deep magnetism she was familiar with and two parts of heart-wrenching confusion: "Who are you?"

Wen Ran's heart was clenched just a second ago when the sound penetrated her eardrums.

His heart was like a wild horse that had taken off the reins, completely out of his control, and seemed to be jumping out of his chest.

Those two words that I had longed for so long almost blurted out.

Something quickly spread over the tip of my nose and poured into my eyes.

She bit her lip tightly, her slender shoulders trembling slightly.

The other party couldn't hear her voice and sighed slightly.

He seemed to be talking to himself: "I suddenly remembered a string of numbers in my dream just now, so I tried to dial this number."

Wen Ran couldn't imagine how confused and lonely Mo Xiuchen felt at this moment.

His voice was low and deep, but it carried a melancholy that made people feel extremely distressed.

"Sorry, you typed the wrong number."

After Wen Ran finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

It was as if if she hung up a little slower, the other party would crawl out of the airwaves and grab her.

Her tearful eyes were fixed on the phone screen, less than a minute of call time.

A heart felt as if someone had cut it into pieces with a knife, and then crushed it with feet. It hurt so much that I couldn't help myself.

At this time in country D, it was only about four in the morning, and it was still dark.

He said that he suddenly remembered a series of numbers in his dream.

So, try calling this number.

When Wen Ran thought of this, his tears fell rapidly like broken pearls.

Xiuchen, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I promised that I would never appear in your life again. Rather than being together, I just hope you live well.

A luxury apartment far away in country D.

Mo Xiuchen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his pajamas.

Looking out through the transparent glass, a few stars twinkled in the sky, reflecting the lights of the city, which was lonely and deserted.

He raised his hand and pressed his temples lightly, closing his eyes slightly.

He wanted to remember the scene in his dream, but after thinking for a long time, it was all in vain. Instead, he had a headache.

The only thing written down is a series of numbers.

When he dialed the numbers just now, he felt inexplicably excited.

It seemed that he subconsciously felt that the other party must have some kind of unusual relationship with him, but he didn't expect that it was a woman.

The voice coming from the radio wave was very nice, soft and graceful, as gentle as flowing water in a mountain stream, and as soft as the breeze blowing on his face. He couldn't explain the reason, but it was just a few words, but it made him feel inexplicably warm.

However, she said he made the wrong call.

The warmth in his eyes cooled down instantly and was replaced by deep loneliness.

I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for about ten minutes.

He just returned to bed, closed his eyes and opened them again. He picked up the phone again, named the number he dialed wrongly just now with a letter, and saved it.

The day after he asked Cheng Jia to book a flight to return to China, he received a call from the old man, asking him not to go back yet and stay in country D to explore the European market.

Since he was going to stay for a long time, he didn't have to stay in a hotel every day. When he asked Cheng Jia to find two apartments, Cheng Jia asked in surprise: "Xiu Chen, why are you looking for two apartments?"

He replied calmly: "I'm not used to living with others. You can find two apartments and we can each live in our own apartment."

Cheng Jia didn't dare to disobey his order, but she didn't want to be too far away from him, so she found two opposite apartments, lived across the door from him, and became neighbors.

Mo Xiuchen is not a person who can be easily manipulated by others.

Even if he loses his memory, he can't just believe what others say.

Before he regained his memory, it was even less likely that he would be so close to Cheng Jia.

He put down his phone, closed his eyes, and thought about the string of numbers over and over again before falling asleep.

**

"Young lady, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Ma came out of the kitchen and saw Wen Ran standing at the stairs on the second floor crying silently.

Her expression suddenly changed, and she blurted out worried words.

Wen Ran's thoughts were interrupted by Zhang Ma's voice.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across her face, and she quickly raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

Smiling reluctantly, "Mother Zhang, I'm fine."

Zhang Ma didn't ask again. In fact, she knew without guessing that the eldest young lady must be missing the eldest young master, so she was so sad that she cried.

Although they got married not long ago, Zhang's mother has witnessed their love and happiness with her own eyes for more than half a year.

I felt sad for a while.

Wen Ran quickly came downstairs and said, "Mom Zhang, I have something else to do, so I won't have dinner here today." Then he walked towards the door.

Zhang Ma's lips moved, but in the end she didn't say anything to persuade her to stay, and watched Wen Ran walk out of the living room.

Walking outside, Wen Ran handed the drawings to Qingfeng and Qingyang, gave a few instructions, and drove away from the villa.

**

"Of course, why are you in a daze?"

When Gu Kai came home, Wen Ran was leaning on the sofa, staring at his mobile phone in a daze.

The bright crystal light shines on her white cheek skin, glowing with a faint halo. Looking at it makes people feel pity.

He walked up to her, and she didn't even know it yet, completely immersed in her own world.

She suddenly came back to reality when she heard his voice.

Raising her eyes to meet his smiling black eyes, she smiled faintly, shook her head and said, "It's nothing, brother, if you don't come back, I will starve to death."

Gu Kai chuckled and reached out to rub her hair, "I met a little accident on the way and wasted time. Why don't you eat first when you are hungry."

"What accident?"

There was a hint of worry in Wen Ran's eyes, thinking that he had collided with someone else's car or something.

Gu Kai's eyes flashed, and Yun Danfeng said softly: "Don't worry, it's not a car accident or anything like that, I just met an acquaintance."

Wen Ran felt relieved when he heard what he said, and joked: "What an acquaintance? It can't be your first love or something. It made you come home more than half an hour late."

"That's nonsense. Your brother and I have never been in love. Where can I find my first love?"

Gu Kai glared at her, an angry little face flashed before his eyes, and his pretty brows frowned unconsciously.

He didn't expect that he would really meet that woman again.

Sadly, he chased her all the way, but was finally dumped by that woman.

He secretly swore in his heart that he would not give her a chance to escape next time she encountered her.

"Brother, what are you thinking about? You won't really be guessed by me, right?"

Wen Ran narrowed his eyes and stared at the distracted Gu Kai inquiringly. The more he looked at him, the more suspicious he felt.

Gu Kai calmed down and pulled her up from the sofa.

He smiled and said, "Dad has a dinner party tonight and won't be back. Let's go have dinner."