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

Wen Ran actually felt that Mo Xiuchen was explaining.

This terrible thought made her mind tumble, and her hand holding the phone tightened again and again.

The joy that grows in my heart.

It quickly spread to every cell in the body.

One message instantly brightened her world and made her world feel like spring flowers were blooming.

Cheng Jia not only stayed with him as Xiu Chen's fiancée, but was also his secretary. She knew this.

Now, he told her, he had a new secretary and was in a good mood.

She couldn't help but understand that he was explaining, hinting, or even testing.

She stared at her phone, wondering whether and how to reply to this message.

Her Xiuchen is too smart. If she is not careful, she will say the wrong thing and make him suspicious.

From the moment he called her, he was probably already convinced of something.

Only then did the first message come. Even though it had been a long time, it was still an inexplicable message that I couldn't understand.

If someone else had sent her such a message, she would have thought the other person was crazy.

But this person is Xiu Chen, whom she loves deeply. As soon as she thinks about it, he has no memory and still remembers her number.

He, a cold and aloof person, sent a message to her who was now a stranger, and her heart softened into a lake.

The worst thing is that she can't resist at all.

After receiving his message, she wanted to reply as soon as possible.

Even if she couldn't tell him that she was his Ranran and the person he once loved most, she still hoped that she could give him a little warmth.

Let him feel less lonely in a foreign country.

She pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and wrote her reply on the screen with her fingers.

She always repeats the process of writing, deleting, deleting and writing again. She deletes one reply five or six times.

In the end, there were only four words left, "Just be happy."

This is the biggest wish in her heart, as long as he is happy.

Clicking the send button and watching the message being sent, she felt a sense of expectation rising in her heart, hoping that he would reply to her message again.

However, based on her previous two experiences, she felt that he would not reply to the message immediately.

Maybe I'll come back in an hour, maybe I'll come back in a day.

This seemingly indifferent way of communicating.

In fact, I don't want the two of them to communicate for a longer time. During the time of replying to the message, my heart is a little worried.

Late at night in country D, the location in the city center did not make it any quieter.

But being isolated outside the glass window, indoors, with soft lighting, Mo Xiuchen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands on his hands, looking at the sky through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Behind him, there was a message.

He turned his head and looked at the mobile phone placed on the bedside table, a hint of warmth quietly filling his deep and lonely eyes.

Without hesitation, he returned to the bed and picked up his phone to read the message.

The content of the message she replied was what he expected.

The words 'just be happy' fell into my eyes.

The corners of Mo Xiuchen's thin lips were slightly curved, and there was a hint of softness in the noble and handsome facial features. He was in a good mood.

He looked at the message she replied. The more he looked at it, the more funny he found it. In the end, he actually laughed out loud.

If he guessed correctly, she must have thought about it for a long time before replying with these words.

He couldn't guess whether she knew him before or not.

It doesn't matter whether you knew him before or not.

This was the number he remembered in his dream after he lost his memory. Even if he didn't recognize it before, it didn't matter.

He knew very clearly that he liked chatting with this woman whom he had only heard the voice of but never met in person.

This is enough.

He quickly wrote another reply, "I hated the previous secretary. I booked her a flight for tomorrow and asked her to return to China. In the next period of time, she will not be hanging around in front of my eyes. It is indeed a happy thing. .”

This time, his message was very long, and he wanted to see how she would respond.

Should I always think carefully before replying to him with a sentence that is so rigorous that no information can be found?

Wen Ran didn't expect that Mo Xiuchen's message would be replied so quickly and that it would still contain such a long message.

Seeing him saying that he hated the previous secretary, she couldn't help but think of the same words he said half a year ago.

At that time, she said that she didn't like Cheng Jia, and he answered her that he didn't like Cheng Jia either.

She was surprised at the time, but later, he said, "If I like him, I will only like you."

Her heartstrings seemed to be touched by that sentence.

Unexpectedly, after all this time, when he talked to her about Cheng Jia, he still said the same thing, that he hated her and didn't like her.

Wen Ran did not reply to this message, but her mood improved all day long.

In the afternoon, before getting off work, An Lin came to her office to make an appointment and asked her to have dinner with her in the evening.

Seeing Wen Ran giggling while holding the phone, she looked shocked and asked curiously, "Ran Ran, what are you looking at? You smile so gently?"

An Lin opened the door directly and came in. Wen Ran was so absorbed in looking at her phone that she didn't hear the sound of the door opening.

Suddenly hearing her voice, she looked up suddenly and saw her walking over in high heels. She put away her phone and said calmly, "It's a joke."

An Lin looked at her with a suspicious look, "No way, you laugh so gently at a joke?"

"Gentle? You must have seen it wrong."

Wen Ran raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

"Maybe, of course, let's have dinner together tonight. I've already told A Mu and A Feng, and A Mu asked me to ask you."

An Lin walked to her desk, supported the desk with one hand, leaned forward slightly, and looked at her with a bright smile.

It's rare that no one is socializing tonight.

"no problem."

Wen Ran blinked. If she didn't work overtime, it would be fine if she returned to the apartment.

Seeing her promise, An Lin's smile became even brighter and she said happily, "Of course, then I'll call A Mu now and tell him that you have agreed."

When Wen Ran heard this, he felt something was wrong.

With confusion on her face, An Lin took out her mobile phone and explained while dialing, "I just told A Mu that we would have dinner together in the evening. He said that you were already very tired from work and wouldn't let me take you out to play anymore."

Of course An Lin was unwilling, but she couldn't argue with Tan Mu, so she came to find Wen Ran.

The phone was connected and picked up after two rings. Tan Mu's voice came through, just a single character, "Hello".

Compared to Tan Mu's deep and calm voice, An Lin's tone was much more cheerful, "Ah Mu, I have already told Ranran that Ranran promised to go out to play tonight, and you and Ah Feng are not allowed to run away."

Going out to play?

Wen Ran looked at An Lin, who was smiling proudly, and was shocked to realize that she seemed to have been fooled.

What she just said was going out to eat, but now she changed to going out to play.

An Lin hung up the phone and said with a smile, "Of course, A Mu and A Feng will also go. I have made arrangements. We will go to dinner first and then sing K..."