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

  Chapter 76 I love him

   "Who will help her?"

  Shocked through Wen Ran's watery eyes, her thoughts flashed, and she blurted out: "Could it be possible that she bought the servant of the Mo Family...It can't always be Xiao Wenqing, right?"

  Cheng Jia is an outsider. If there is no help from the Mo family, how could she have succeeded. However, Wen Ran did not want to believe that it was Xiao Wenqing who helped Cheng Jia. She would rather believe that it was a servant of the Mo family.

   "She used to work in Nanqin Hotel, where, before Mo Zixuan took over, Xiao Wenqing was in charge."

Mo Xiuchen's low voice revealed a hint of hostility. In Wen Ran's ears, her expression changed slightly: "You mean, Cheng Jia, who Xiao Wenqing helped, put medicine in the bowl of both of you? She knows you. Can’t...why do this?"

  Wen Ran paused for a few seconds when he said something inhumane. Those words were omitted. The blush on her face disappeared because of her anger. If Xiao Wenqing did it, she would be too much.

  That woman, to be honest, she didn't like it either. She used to think Xiao Wenqing was hypocritical and snobbish. Mo Zixuan had pursued her for a year, but she never accepted it. That's why.

  If she had known that the ending was like this, she shouldn’t have been moved for a while and accepted Mo Zixuan’s confession.

  Mo Xiuchen sneered at the corner of her mouth, took away the hand on her shoulder, sat upright, and said coldly: “Since I married you, Xiao Wenqing doesn’t believe that I am really sick.”

Wen Ran frowned and looked at Mo Xiuchen's handsome face covered with a thin layer of frost. She could tell tonight that Mo Xiuchen was very indifferent to Xiao Wenqing, and even at this moment he did not conceal his attitude towards Xiao Wenqing. Hate.

  I don’t know why, seeing him like this, somewhere in her heart, she involuntarily tightened, a feeling of pity and distress spread from her heart, and she couldn’t help shouting: "Mo Xiuchen!"

  Mo Xiuchen tilted his head to look at her, and there was a bottomless black in Si Tan's eyes.

  She pursed her lips and asked softly: "Did your mother leave you because of Xiao Wenqing?"

  Mo Xiuchen's expression suddenly froze!

His whole body lines seemed to be taut because of her words, and layers of ice and hatred appeared in his dark eyes. Wen Ran felt that the carriage was suddenly frozen and she couldn't bear it. The chill shivered slightly.

  Mo Xiuchen's thin lips were tightly pressed, and the scene where the dust was deep in his memory reappeared, and a pale color appeared on his handsome face.

  That memory is something he doesn't want to remember, let alone tell it to anyone.

  Atmosphere, there is a momentary stagnation.

   After asking that sentence, Wen Ran felt a little regretful. She didn't want to expose his scars, but sincerely wanted to care about him.

Her eyes fell on his big fist hand, looking at the faint green knuckles, her head heated up, she reached out to hold his fisted hand, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I You shouldn't ask these questions, you just assume that I haven't said what I just said, let's go home!"

Sudden warmth penetrated into the skin, and Mo Xiuchen's stiff and straight body trembled slightly, concentrating on her apologetic eyes, a trace of warmth shattered from the layers of ice and cold at the bottom of the eyes, and the coldness that enveloped the whole body. The breath suddenly disappeared like a tide.

The thin lips were lightly opened, and the deep voice couldn't hear the slightest sadness, and was as indifferently as telling other people's stories: "When I was eight years old, my mother learned that my dad not only had an affair, but also had a son outside. She suffered I couldn't help but committed suicide by jumping off the building."

  Wen Ran leaned on his side, holding his hands tightly with both hands, as if to pass the warmth to him in this way.

  She knew that there was pain and sadness hidden in his calm and indifferent words. When his mother left, he was only eight years old, just a child.

  Ma Zhang said that before he was kidnapped, he was deeply in the pain of losing his mother. It was not until he experienced life and death that he became strong.

  The strength of her holding his hand was aggravated by the traces of distress.

  Mo Xiuchen's eyes condensed by the ice gradually warmed up, and he gently curled his lips, saying, "Don't worry, I won't be sad about the past."

  He patted her holding his hand. This feeling once again made him feel like being with that little girl when he was kidnapped.

   "Tonight, are you still going to the cemetery?"

  Wen Ran asked softly, watching Mo Xiuchen hide her sadness and show an indifferent expression. For a moment, she really wanted to travel to the past and be able to accompany him when he was most vulnerable and lonely.

  Mo Xiuchen shook his head, and said lightly: "I won't go tonight, I will take you again the next day."

  The voice paused slightly, he looked at Wen Ran's eyes and said: "I have explained everything that should be explained. You won't get angry anymore, right?"

   Wen Ran's eyes flashed, and she turned her small face away from him: "How can I be angry?"

  Mo Xiuchen smiled, leaning toward her with a tall body, Wen Ran turned back in shock, and asked vigilantly: "What are you doing?"

   "Help you fasten your seat belt."

  Mo Xiuchen held down her shoulder with one hand, stretched out the other hand, pulled the safety belt and fastened her, and said in a gentle voice: "You can't turn off the phone again when you are angry. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly."

"I'm not angry."

  Warmly frowned, retorting bluntly.

"Before I went, I knew what Cheng Jia would do tonight. Those medicines she gave would have no effect on me, but you are different. If you were the person who was given the medicine tonight, I wouldn’t be able to throw you into cold water. One night."

  Mo Xiuchen sat back in his position, lowered his head and buckled his skilled seat belt, and started the car on the road.

  Wen Ran stared at him in a daze, and her words echoed over and over again in her ears. She didn't understand what the words behind him meant. If she was the person who was drugged, he couldn't throw her into cold water for a night?

  What will happen to him? Find someone to give her an antidote?

   Thinking of this, Wen Ran immediately shook his head and got rid of that thought. She was his wife anyway, how could he let other men...

She suddenly turned to look at Mo Xiuchen who was driving. The light of the car lights hit his sharp and angular face. Her eyes stopped on his thin lips, thinking of his domineering kiss just now. He shuddered and quickly turned his face away and continued to look out the window.

Although Mo Xiuchen was looking straight ahead, from the corner of her eyes, she noticed the woman in the passenger seat from the rearview mirror. She turned her head and stared at his lips for a moment, then a flush of blush appeared on her cheek, and she turned in a panic. Open your face.

  He freed up a hand and stroked his lips with his index finger. On it, there was still the smell of kissing her. Thinking of this, somewhere in his body, there was another irritation. heat!

  I really regret telling Wen Ran that that kind of medicine has no effect on him. Even if her relatives are in her house now, he can take this opportunity to claim some benefits...

  (End of this chapter)