Chapter 673： Short-term happiness

Chapter 673

"Haha!"

Mo Xiuchen's laughter provokes a gentle rolling of his eyes. He immediately stopped laughing, took her into his arms, attached her to her ear, and whispered: "Of course, you wronged me. I didn't play outside, even more. Not be tempted-confused."

His warm breath blew in his ears, like an invisible big hand poking in his heart, bringing up a bunch of inexplicable ****, Wen Ran's small face began to redden, and he raised his hand and pushed him to his ear. The thin lips on the side, "You hurry to sleep."

Mo Xiuchen chuckled twice, and saw her sullen face and an expression that I really want to be angry if you don’t sleep. He nodded and promised: "Okay, I'll rest for a while."

After finishing speaking, he really closed his eyes, but his big hand was still holding her shoulder, never letting go.

Wen Ran didn't break free, so she held him in her arms like that, raised her small face slightly, and looked at him quietly.

In front, Qing Yang drove the car intently. Qing Feng kept looking out of the car window, occasionally taking a look at the two people in the back row from the rearview mirror. Wen Ran kept sitting in the same posture from beginning to end.

The gaze that stared at Mo Xiuchen never moved away for more than half a minute. It seemed that he wanted to look back at all the thoughts of these days. Although it would be distressed to look at his thinner and more angular face, he still wanted to keep watching like this. .

Mo Xiuchen didn't fall asleep, just closed his eyes and calmed his mind. Naturally, he could feel Wen Ran's gaze staying on his face, with distress and pity, just like she had heard of his childhood. That kind of heartache for him.

Facing her distressed eyes, his mind was ups and downs, and it was difficult to calm down.

When he was about to get home, Mo Xiuchen opened his eyes and stared at his eyes Wen Ran. His heart softened, and a light smile appeared on his lips. He heard her ask: "Can't you sleep?"

"You look at me like this, how am I willing to fall asleep."

Mo Xiuchen held her hands in his palms, the light in the carriage was dim, reflecting his dark and deep eyes, like a thousand-year-old lake, with a fatal attraction.

The commercial car drove into the villa. Xiao Liu was already waiting there. As soon as the car stopped, he opened the door for Mo Xiuchen and shouted happily: "Master!"

After getting out of the car, Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran walked into the living room holding hands. Zhang Ma was preparing dinner in the kitchen. The two of them went upstairs. As soon as they entered the master bedroom, Wen Ran pulled out and was held by Mo Xiuchen and said softly, "Xiu Chen, I'll put bath water for you first, and when you take a bath, you can go downstairs to eat."

When his palm was empty, Mo Xiuchen frowned slightly, and subconsciously reached out and grabbed Wen Ran's hand back: "Ran Ran!"

Wen Ran's heartbeat was slightly stagnant, and she raised her eyes and looked into his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Mo Xiuchen just stared at her deeply without speaking.

Time, there is a momentary freeze, and only the sound of each other's breathing remains in the room.

In the intertwined eyes, the faces of each other were deeply burned in the bottom of my heart, the nose of the fragrance was lingering, Mo Xiuchen couldn't help but leaned down and kissed her.

I don’t know how long it took before Mo Xiuchen let go of Wen Ran, and said softly, "Of course, you can find clothes for me. I'll put the water out by myself."

"Great!"

Nodded with a gentle smile, her eyes filled with tenderness and love.

Mo Xiuchen finished speaking, walked quickly into the bathroom and closed the door.

Wen Ran stood in the middle of the room, watching his back disappear into the bathroom door, she gently pressed her lips, and there was still his residual breath on the lips.

She found a set of home clothes for Mo Xiuchen and knocked on the bathroom door. Inside, Mo Xiuchen's voice came out hoarsely: "Ranran, wait a moment."

Wen Ran's hand holding the clothes shook, and the clothes almost fell to the ground.

She stared at the door panel closely, as if she wanted to see through the door panel that he was taking a bath inside, still enduring the pain.

The voice was the same as the voice heard through Tan Mu's phone in the restaurant opposite the D country hospital that day, low and hoarse, with a bit of tolerance and uncomfortableness.

"Great!"

She answered softly, and stood quietly outside the door waiting.

From inside   , there was only the sound of rushing water, and the warm heart was ups and downs, and it became suffering every minute.

About ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened a slit from the inside, and when the mist was blowing, Mo Xiuchen's handsome face finally appeared in Wen Ran's sight.

"Of course, give me the clothes."

Even if the bathroom was steaming hot, Mo Xiuchen's face after bathing for so long was distressingly pale, Wen Ran's eyes fell on his face, and he quickly moved away, handing out the clothes in his hand, and the door closed immediately.

In the bathroom, Mo Xiuchen wears clothes very slowly.

Although the wave of headaches just passed, after the pain, he was exhausted and weak. He didn't even have the strength to wear clothes.

The mirror in the bathroom was blurred. He couldn't see what he was like now. He just hoped that the mist in this room would not be too scary.

After a few more minutes, he opened the door and went out. The room was empty, and Wen Ran was nowhere to be seen.

Mo Xiuchen was slightly startled, a trace of surprise flashed in his deep eyes, and he shouted twice: "Ranran, Ranran." No one agreed.

He walked to the dressing table and saw that his face was very pale in the mirror, and there was unconcealable fatigue between his handsome eyebrows. He raised his hand and stroked his forehead, his thin lips pursed slightly.

"Xiuchen, dinner is ready."

A gentle voice came from the door, with a smile, while she was talking, she walked briskly to him.

Mo Xiuchen turned around, Wen Ran immediately put his arms around his waist, slid into his arms, smelled the fragrance of his body after the shower, and said contentedly and proudly: "My husband is so fragrant!"

Mo Xiuchen laughed lowly, "Ranran, where did you go?"

"I'll go downstairs to see if Madam Zhang has prepared dinner, isn't it coming up immediately?"

Wen Ran did not raise his head, the voice came from his chest, soft and waxy, like a spring breeze blowing in his ears, and like a feather blowing across his heart, Mo Xiuchen's heart softened, lowered his head, thin lips pressed against her forehead, and kiss , Accompanied by a gentle voice: "If you don't come up, I will go downstairs to find you."

(End of this chapter)