Chapter 397： No regrets

Chapter 397 No regrets

Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran returned home, Zhang Ma was still waiting for them, but did not go to sleep.

"Master, grandma, do you still drink medicine tonight? I keep it warm. If I drink, I will bring it out."

"Great!"

Mo Xiuchen nodded to Zhang Ma, took Wen Ran's hand, and sat down on the sofa.

Mama Zhang quickly brought the medicine up. The strong smell of medicine quickly filled the entire living room. Wen Ran took his bowl, smiled at Mo Xiuchen, and poured her head into her mouth.

Mo Xiuchen's eyes flashed with a gleam, watching Wen Ran finish drinking the medicine, he fed a candied date, and she ate it, then picked up his bowl and drank a few mouthfuls.

"Mother Zhang, is there anything else?"

Put the bowl back into the tray, and seeing Zhang Ma still standing there, as if there was something to say, Mo Xiuchen spoke actively.

Mama Zhang hesitated. The young master and the young grandmother must be very tired when they come back so late. It stands to reason that she shouldn’t bother them, but...

"Master, grandma, I have something, and I want to ask you to help."

Wen Ran's eyes flashed, and he asked suspiciously: "Mother Zhang, what's the matter?"

Mo Xiuchen looked at Zhang Ma with gentle eyes, stretched out his long arms, and took Wen Ran into his arms, her big palm wrapped her soft little hand.

"It's my son, Xiao Liu. He will come back tonight and tell me and his dad that he is going to marry Tong Shishi."

"So fast?"

Wen Ran glanced at Mo Xiuchen and asked in surprise.

Mo Xiuchen narrowed his eyes, his thin lips pressed lightly, and he did not speak.

"Yes, he didn't get along with Tong Shishi for long. He actually told us that Tong Shishi was pregnant and he was going to marry her. Young master and grandmother, my father and I did not agree with him to marry Tong Shishi. That woman, the second young master had a scandal not long ago, and I don't know how many men have been with him before."

Mo Xiuchen's eyebrows frowned lightly, and the voice overflowing with thin lips was slightly gloomy: "Mother Zhang, where is Xiao Liu?"

There were complicated emotions flashing in Zhang Ma’s eyes, and her eyes were a little red: "I told his dad a few words, and he actually slammed the door and left. He also said, whether we agree or not, he will be with children's poetry. together."

Wen Ran's face was startled, Qinghong's eyes turned to Mo Xiuchen, and the latter patted the back of her hand to indicate that she didn't need to worry, she pursed her lips and made no sound quietly.

"Mother Zhang, don't worry, I'll call Xiao Liu later and ask about the situation."

Mo Xiuchen groaned for a moment before he gently comforted him.

"Master, thank you then!"

There was a hint of joy on Zhang's face. Xiao Liu always listened to him, and hoped that it would be the same this time.

Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran went upstairs and said softly: "Ranran, you go take a bath first, I'll call Xiao Liu to see what kind of fascination soup he has been poured by Tong Shishi, so stubborn."

"Don't scold him, the more you scold him, the less he will listen."

Wen Ran thought for a while and whispered softly.

Mo Xiuchen touched her face, squeezed her nose, and said with a chuckle: "Don't worry, I will deal with such small things."

Wen Ran a glance at him, turned around, went into the cloakroom to pick up the clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

Mo Xiuchen sat on the leather sofa, tilted his legs casually, and dialed Xiao Liu's number. Since Qingyang and Qingfeng protect Wen Ran's safety, Xiao Liu has more time on his own. These days, he rarely Let him be the driver.

His time should be spent on children's poems.

The phone rang several times before Xiao Liu’s voice came, "Hey, master!"

Hearing the sound, Mo Xiuchen frowned. He was a man, or a man with a wife. At this point in time, Xiao Liu had a strange voice. Of course he knew why.

"Where are you now?"

He has a low tone, and respects both Zhang Ma and Liu Bo. Xiao Liu's wings have grown hard, so he will make his parents sad for an unworthy woman.

"Master, did my mother ask you to call me?"

If Xiao Liu didn’t answer the question, Mo Xiuchen let out a cold voice: "Are you with Tong Shishi? Is she really your child?"

"Master, yes."

Xiao Liu’s tone was suddenly blunt. It seemed that he was not happy about his questioning. Tong Shishi was with him these days. She was not pregnant with his child, who would be it.

She used to be unclean and self-love, but that was before, who did not make a mistake, he had a period with Cheng Jia.

"I heard that you are going to marry Tong Shishi, are you ready?"

Mo Xiuchen heard the displeasure in Xiao Liu's tone, and his eyes narrowed. Children's poetry and poems really have some skill, and Cheng Jia didn't let Xiao Liu listen to her like this.

"Master, I think it's fine. Shishi is pregnant with my child. I want to marry her. My mother and my dad disagree. Master, you can help me tell them whether they agree or disagree. In this life, I only marry one poem."

"No regrets?"

Mo Xiuchen sneered.

"No regrets."

"Well, with Madam Zhang and Uncle Liu, I told them, since you are going to marry Tong Shishi, you can bring her home tomorrow. You can't get married without even seeing your parents."

"Master, you agree?"

While Xiao Liu was happy, he couldn't believe it.

"If you marry a wife, does it work if I disagree?"

Mo Xiuchen sneered. Without waiting for him to speak, he said lightly: "Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, remember the time."

"I know, Master."

**

In the early morning, the master bedroom finally calmed down, and the air was filled with a strong atmosphere of joy and love. Mo Xiu Chen nightmare put his arms around Wen Ran's delicate body, and gently brushed her long fingers on her flushed cheek. Stay on her delicate lips.

It was his happiest moment to make friends with her every night.

Wen Ran was exhausted and weak, like a lazy cat nesting in his arms, his delicate hand was held on his chest, and his steady heartbeat shook her palms.

"Xiu Chen, you haven't told me yet, how are you talking with Xiao Liu?"

The misty color in the warm water eyes has not yet dissipated, reflecting the soft light, charming and very attractive.

"are not you tired?"

Mo Xiuchen's mouth curled up with a **** arc, and his long fingers moved down her lips, slid all the way across her neck, resting on a pink mark on her chest, and the rough fingers rubbed against the skin and sprang up numb , Wen Ran raised his hand to grab him, not letting him play any tricks.

"Of course tired."

Wen Ran a glance at him, and then yawned to show that he was really tired and could no longer toss.

Mo Xiuchen chuckled, holding her arm tightly: "Since you are tired, don't think about the messy people and things, go to bed."

He pulled the quilt to cover her, and dimmed the light a little bit. His long body also slipped into the quilt, his thin lips pressed a kiss on her forehead, and he whispered, "Good night!"

Wen Ran smiled and replied "Good night!" He really stopped asking, and closed his eyes obediently to sleep.

(End of this chapter)