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

Wen Ran stopped him when he turned around, "Tin Mu, come in first, and I'll make you a bowl of hangover soup."

When she saw him, it didn't look like he had only had two drinks, but probably a lot.

His current physical condition is not suitable for drinking.

Thinking about it, tonight's situation meant that he had to drink. Otherwise, An Lin wouldn't let him drink.

Tan Mu was slightly startled and looked at her in surprise.

Wen Ran smiled softly and said, "You are like this, which is very bad for your health. Aunt Qin only called in the afternoon to find out about your situation. In less than a day, you have been drinking. How should I explain to Aunt Qin? .”

"Ran Ran."

A strange light flashed through the depths of Tan Mu's eyes, his voice was low and hoarse, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed because of his headache.

Wen Ran glanced at him, turned around and walked back into the house.

Tan Mu's tall body stood at the door for a few seconds before he stepped up and followed him into the living room.

Wen Ran went into the kitchen to cook hangover soup for him.

Tan Mu sat on the sofa in the living room, leaning back lazily on the sofa, with a faint look of fatigue between his brows, and gently massaging his temples with one hand.

In the quiet room, only the occasional slight sound came from the kitchen.

Tan Mu's gentle eyes fell on the slender back in the kitchen, and he felt warmer than ever before.

For a moment, he really wanted to get up and walk into the kitchen and tell her that he liked her.

If Xiu Chen never comes back, if she and Xiu Chen really can never be together, then he will always be by her side.

Wen Ran was very fast and soon came out with hangover soup.

"It's ready to drink."

She put the hangover soup on the coffee table in front of Tan Mu, and he smiled and said, "Ranran, thank you."

Then he picked up the bowl and drank it all in one breath. He stood up, handed the bowl to her, and said softly, "You go to bed early, I'll go back too."

"Um."

Wen Ran nodded.

After sending him to the door, she watched Qin Mu walk into the stairwell before closing the door.

An Lin seemed to be counting the time.

Less than two minutes after Qin Mu left, Wen Ran's cell phone rang. She said on the phone, "Of course, A Mu drank a lot tonight. Have you made him a bowl of hangover soup?"

Wen Ran was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She asked funnyly, "An Lin, didn't you install a surveillance camera in my house? Tan Mu just returned from my house."

"I'm counting the time. When Amu comes home, I will definitely go see you first and then go back. And when you see him drinking so much, you definitely won't just sit idly by."

An Lin was also smiling on the other end of the phone. Tan Mu rushed to the dinner tonight. Although he was there, his heart was not there. How could he not know if he was as smart as An Lin.

Originally, she didn't let Tan Mu drink and had to drink all the wine himself. Tan Mu hadn't recovered yet and drinking was very harmful to his health.

But he insisted on drinking, and An Lin couldn't stop him.

In fact, Tan Mu drank a lot, and he must be drunk, but it was not obvious on the surface.

On the way back, Tan Mu kept gently pressing his forehead with one hand, and there was a hint of loneliness on that handsome face.

She wanted the driver to take him upstairs, but he refused. He said he could go upstairs by himself.

An Lin was sitting in the car on the roadside downstairs, looking at a window upstairs through the glass window.

That was the floor where Qin Mu lived. She waited on the roadside for twenty minutes and the window lit up before she dialed the number.

Wen Ran walked to the sofa and sat down, and replied softly, "I cooked a hangover soup for Tan Mu. Don't worry, he just came home after drinking it."

"Of course, you should rest early."

An Lin was silent on the phone for a few seconds, hesitating to speak, but in the end, she said nothing.

**

The next day, Mo Jingteng went to the police station to see Mo Zixuan.

When he went there, Zhou Lin happened to look at Mo Zixuan and came out of the police station with her daughter in her arms. Outside the gate, Mo Jingteng asked the driver to stop the car, lowered the window, and called Zhou Lin.

Under the scorching sun, Zhou Lin looked at Mo Jingteng with a calm expression and asked distantly and indifferently, "Is there something wrong with Chairman Mo?"

A few days ago, she went to beg him to save Zixuan, but Mo Jingteng told her ruthlessly that he would not save a useless person.

Zhou Lin was not only sad but also hated Mo Jingteng.

Wen Ran refused to forgive Mo Zixuan because she was the victim.

But Mo Jingteng, he is Mo Zixuan's father, they say that a tiger's poison cannot eat its seeds.

As for him, when Mo Zixuan was of use value, he took him back to the Mo family; when he was of no use value, he abandoned him.

Now, why did he come to the police station again? Could it be that he came to see Zixuan?

Mo Jingteng looked at Zhou Lin's cold and slightly defensive eyes, his sharp eyes swept over the baby girl in her arms, smiled, and asked, "Have you seen Zixuan?"

Zhou Lin frowned and replied calmly, "Yes, Chairman, if there is nothing else, I will go back first."

"etc."

Mo Jingteng called Zhou Lin who was about to leave in a cold tone, opened the car door and got out.

Zhou Lin looked at him puzzled.

Mo Jingteng stood in front of her, looking at the baby girl in her arms.

The sleeping little girl's eyes were tightly closed, and her facial features were somewhat similar to Mo Zixuan's.

Zhou Lin frowned tightly and subconsciously hugged her daughter tightly.

"Have you named the child yet?"

The seriousness on Mo Jingteng's face softened a little.

If you don't know him well, you might think that he is really a kind-faced man who likes the granddaughter in front of you.

An alarm bell rang in Zhou Lin's heart. She pursed her lips tightly and said stiffly, "Get up, call me Zhou Yuxin."

"Zhou, shouldn't her last name be Mo? Come with me to see Zixuan now. After Zixuan comes out, I will prepare the wedding for you."

Zhou Lin opened her eyes wide in shock and looked at Mo Jingteng in disbelief.

He actually said that he would prepare a wedding for her and Zixuan, and she almost became happy.

However, thinking about Mo Jingteng's attitude a few days ago, why is he so kind now? He must have a purpose.

"Chairman, I'm sorry, I've already seen Zixuan and I'm going home."

After Zhou Lin finished speaking, she hugged her daughter and left, as if she was afraid that if she was too late, her daughter would be snatched away by Mo Jingteng.

"You go home and think about it carefully. If you are willing to marry Zixuan, give me a call. If not, I will arrange a blind date for Zixuan."

Mo Jingteng did not stop Zhou Lin from leaving, but slowly reminded her behind her.

Tone, determined.

Seeing Zhou Lin getting into a taxi in panic and driving away, a gloomy look flashed in Mo Jingteng's eyes.

Thinking about how she would treat him like this, his guess was correct.

Mo Zixuan must have made some kind of deal with Wen Jin. Since Wen Jin would let him go, as a father, he couldn't let his son regard him as an enemy, so it was necessary to express his concern.