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

Wen Ran pursed her lips and forced a smile: "It's okay, I'm just a little surprised that you have seen me before that."

"Well, I'm surprised too."

Mo Xiuchen said with a smile, his eyes always looking at Wen Ran gently. Looking at her like this, he felt warm and at ease in his heart.

Compared to the days when I was alone in country D, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Wen Ran did not answer, but lowered his eyes and ate breakfast quietly.

Mo Xiuchen chuckled softly and stopped talking. He picked up a steamed bun and ate it. For a while, there was only a slight sound on the dining table and no conversation.

Even so, the atmosphere was neither awkward nor weird. On the contrary, there was a warm atmosphere flowing in the air. From a distance, it looked like an intoxicating picture.

After breakfast, Wen Ran got up and packed the dishes to wash. Mo Xiuchen put the breakfast box into a garbage bag and lifted it outside the door.

Wen Ran finished washing the dishes and came out. Mo Xiuchen was already sitting on the sofa in the living room. He picked up a magazine and flipped through it. He was not focused on it. When he saw her coming out, he immediately lowered his head and looked at her with a smile.

I didn't think it was rude at all for him to break into her house like this and treat himself as the master, nor did I think there was anything inappropriate about him doing this.

Fortunately, he asked her just now if Tan Mu was her boyfriend.

"Are you okay today?"

Wen Ran walked to the sofa and did not sit down. Instead, he stood beside the coffee table and looked at Mo Xiuchen calmly.

He had finished his breakfast, but he still had no plans to leave.

Is it possible that I have to stay at her house all day today?

The corner of Mo Xiuchen's mouth curved into a nice curve, and he pointed to the seat next to him, motioning for her to sit down: "I don't have anything to do today. It just so happens that you don't have to go to work. I won't be bored alone."

The corner of Wen Ran's mouth twitched, "I'll have something to do later."

"What's up?"

Mo Xiuchen asked, looking at her with searching eyes, as if to see if she was lying.

"Private matter."

Wen Ran looked like he didn't want to explain. If he was a knowledgeable person, he would have gotten up and left, but Mo Xiuchen had never been a knowledgeable man.

A flash of thought flashed in his eyes, he calmed down, looked at her seriously, and asked: "Of course, have I done anything to make you sad before?"

Wen Ran's expression changed and he subconsciously denied it: "No, you and my brother are friends, and you are not familiar with me."

A hint of loneliness crept up between Mo Xiuchen's brows. He lowered his eyes and seemed to be talking to himself: "Really? But why do I feel that I have known you for a long, long time? When we were in country D, Cheng Jia said that she was my fiancée. She also said that she and I used to love each other, but I don’t believe it.”

Wen Ran stood slightly stiff in front of the sofa, pursed her lips slightly, and listened quietly to him: "I feel that I have forgotten the most important person. That person is definitely not Cheng Jia, because when I see her, I feel annoyed." .”

"One night, I woke up from a dream and remembered your number. When I called you, you said I dialed the wrong number."

Mo Xiuchen's voice was low and deep, with a hint of heart-wrenching loneliness. When he said this, he looked up at Wen Ran again, and saw a layer of sadness on her eyebrows, and his heart suddenly tightened.

"Of course, don't be sad, I won't force you to tell me."

His soft words of comfort sounded in Wen Ran's ears, and her heart felt like a knife piercing her heart. Her nose ached in pain, and she turned away immediately for fear of being seen by him.

Mo Xiuchen's eyes changed slightly, looking at her stiff back, his thin lips subconsciously pursed into a firm straight line.

Wen Ran turned her back to him, trying hard to suppress the waves of sadness in her heart. There was a moment of silence in the living room. Mo Xiuchen stood up, took a step forward, reached out to grab her wrist, and pulled her back. Turn around.

Wen Ran's body trembled and he raised his eyes in panic.

When her eyes met Mo Xiuchen's deep, distressed eyes, her heart suffocated, and she looked away in panic. Mo Xiuchen's voice sounded softly in her ears, and she successfully avoided her gaze and moved it to him again. Handsome face.

"Of course, I don't know what I have done to make you sad before, so that you are avoiding me now and are unwilling to admit that you have a relationship with me."

"you have not."

Wen Ran retorted harshly.

But Mo Xiuchen smiled softly and said softly: "Since not, then don't avoid me in the future, okay?"

"I, I have a boyfriend."

Wen Ran secretly reminded herself that she couldn't be deceived by him, so she lowered her eyes and didn't look at him.

Mo Xiuchen was neither angry nor sad. The smile at the corner of his mouth deepened, and he said confidently and domineeringly: "It doesn't matter, you just have a boyfriend and you are not married. However, if we really didn't know each other before, Then I’m going to pursue you now, so be mentally prepared.”

Wen Ran opened his eyes wide in shock and looked at Mo Xiuchen in disbelief.

How could he be so domineering? She said she had a boyfriend and that they were not familiar with each other, but these words were of no use to him.

He actually said that he wanted to pursue her.

Also let her be mentally prepared.

She wanted to pull away the hand held by him, but as soon as she exerted force, he increased the force, not giving her a chance to withdraw.

Wen Ran took a breath secretly and said displeasedly: "Don't make such a joke, we have only met once or twice..."

"Of course, I'm not joking. I'm telling you very seriously that I like you. No matter what our relationship was in the past, or whether I hurt you in the past, those are all in the past, and I have forgotten you. You can’t always hold a grudge against me.”

Mo Xiuchen interrupted Wen Ran with a serious and solemn tone.

After his observation last night, he knew that the little woman in front of him was really running away from him.

He was sure that what he felt in his heart was, perhaps, love at first sight for her. Whether he fell in love with her first, her distressing sadness or her voice, in short, he just liked her.

No reason, no reason to like.

Wen Ran really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Mo Xiuchen had lost his memory, but his dominance had not diminished at all. Looking at his serious look, she didn't know what to say for a moment.

Mo Xiuchen was very satisfied with her 'quietness'. He stared at her for a moment, his expression softened slightly, and he wanted to say something else, but his cell phone suddenly rang from his pocket.

"Of course, I'll answer the phone first."

After saying that, he let go of her hand and took out his mobile phone. When he saw the caller ID, Mo Xiuchen frowned slightly, his eyebrows became stern, he pressed the answer button and said softly: "Hello!"

"Xiuchen, I heard that you have returned to China again. Why don't you come home? Where are you now?"

Mo Jingteng's voice came through the radio waves, with a hint of displeasure. Obviously, he was dissatisfied with his sudden return to China and his disappearance, leaving him unable to find anyone.