"I was wrong, right?"

He asked her again with this handsome face.

An Ran stood a few steps away with her pillow in her arms. Her red eyes seemed to be dripping with blood, and her little hands were tight and she was about to pull the pillowcase. She didn't mean that cruelly, but once she thought about driving her out of the most important position in her heart and letting Mo Huaiyuan in, she would...

She felt a little scared, and in the past ten years, the loss of her heart was no less than that of him.

Suffocation... It spread from the severe pain in the chest to the lungs, and it would be until you would die without breathing. Then a little breath came out slowly. Mo Huaiyuan's tall figure turned over, and his thin lips were pale under his pale face.

"The noodles are ready..." He squeezed out three words in a low voice, and said softly, "Do you want to eat noodles?"

...

The pretty good-looking green onion and egg noodles were placed on the table, and the rising heat blocked the two of them from their sight.

She was really hungry. Even though she was in a very bad mood, she shrank her shoulders and carefully ate the last bite of noodles in this room full of strange women. The smell was covered by the fragrance of scallions, and his bowl was placed opposite her and she had no movement. From hot to cold, he held a ball of tissue in his hand and kept looking at her.

"Are you full?" he asked lightly.

She nodded, her little face, which was red by the heat, could not be covered by the loneliness. Her drooping eyelashes were wet, long and curly, pitiful.

This sentence is like the most common state between them that he has been willing to pay for so many years.

"Anran, these days, in the countryside or municipal government, I may have exceeded the rules..." He spoke, his voice low and calm, like a low magnetic narration dubbing in a drama, "I completely forgot that I have a fiancée, and that would be... obsessed with you."

People always have a moral bottom line and always have to distinguish right from wrong. He admits it, and sometimes he ignores it.

"So since that's the case, if you do something to make you uncomfortable in the past two days, I apologize... If you need compensation... you say... and if not..." The pale handsome face was not in any mood. He only easily opened the rubbed tissue, and his thin crimson lips spit out a few words as light as smoke, got up, "After eating the noodles... let's go..."

The sentence that has not been said is, don’t come easily in the future.

And he will try his best to control himself and remind himself of his responsibilities and situations. After all, it was what she said, and he wanted him to get married with peace of mind.

In fact, there is nothing to ask him to apologize, and she can't help but feel involuntarily.

An Ran knew what Mo Huaiyuan meant at this moment. Since he had already made it clear and clear, if he was still shameless, he should nod his head well, hurry up, run out, and close the door for him.

From now on, as she said, she would not destroy the relationship between him and his fiancée and make way for him to make way.

The little woman did indeed do so.

Nodded, got up with red eyes, pulled open the chair, and ran to the door.

The doors have been opened.

The "creaking" sound from the door of the new house twisted hard into Mo Huaiyuan's heart, like a tight bowstring that was about to be broken. In an instant, he would return to the starting point, just like the years in the past.

With his back to the door, Mo Huaiyuan was waiting to hear the door sound, but he had not heard it for a long time.

After a while, he finally couldn't help but turn around.

At the door, the little man held the door handle tightly with both hands and sweated, but he still couldn't bear to let go. Large tears fell silently in his red eyes, and his face had already flowed all over.

She really didn't want to. Even if she didn't want to accept Mo Huaiyuan, she couldn't bear to let go of her habits and dependence for many years. She didn't want to go back to the room where she was alone. Although warmth and dependence were separated by a wall, she still wanted to go there.

Mo Huaiyuan froze and could no longer move his whole body.

After closing the door, the little woman turned around, endured the sore pain in her heart, and three words came out from her throat: "I don't want it..."

She knew she was shameless.

Beat her.

Or just blow her out, it's all good.

Anyway, she doesn't want it, she leaves.

In his silent cry, he watched the tears crawling over her little face, gathering and dripping on his chin.

Mo Huaiyuan must admit that in the past so many years, An Ran has never cried even though he had hurt his knife and guns. The only time he had seen her cry like this was less than a few times. Some people's tears were poisonous, and it would be rotten when they dripped into their hearts. At that moment, Mo Huaiyuan

Tang felt that the violent tremors in his body began from his bones, uncontrollable, and even the heavy morals and right and wrong all disintegrate at this moment.

He walked over.

The tall and tall figure covered her, lowered her head, and wanted to coax her, stop crying, but her throat was blocked by something and she couldn't say anything.

The wet and hot tears were right in front of me.

"Then I'll sleep on the sofa, do you sleep on the bed?" Slowly, suppressing the heartache in the chest tightly, and said this sentence calmly and calmly. The last unbearable hidden in the deep eyes, "You chose the bed sheet, don't worry?"

He was asking for her opinion.

An Ran finally stopped crying and agreed.

I can only do this to her. Even if I care about it to the core, even if I want to do more... I can't.

After a long time, Mo Huaiyuan's cold eyes slowly retracted from her face. His pale handsome face showed a bit of cold fatigue. He did not touch her again. He looked at her and turned around and walked away.

*******

In the quiet midnight, after silent washing, they separated tacitly and did each other's work.

The air was filled with a familiar atmosphere.

The lights in the living room were turned off safely. She used to like this when she was in An's house. After her family fell asleep, she went into the sofa to watch TV with her pillow in the middle of the night, lying down while sitting or kneeling, and staying on her own sofa in various positions, being well-behaved and quiet.

The lights in the study are silently on.

The door was opened a crack, and the sound of the TV that was closed came in from outside the living room. Mo Huaiyuan continued to handle business in the study.

The Maicheng public account, like a mess, was sent by Qu Weilan in the middle of the night in the form of an email, and asked him to investigate or rectify the financial system in a public manner. Otherwise, the bills for Maicheng in the next ten or twenty years would still be so messy.

There are also latest developments in relocation forest protection plans;

There are also summary reports on several major issues in recent years, including real estate, water conservancy construction, maritime trade, etc....

A bunch of them were placed in front of him, and they were busy.

"..." Lifting up his cold eyes and looking at it. The computer displays the time it is already 12:30.

The TV outside was still ringing.

After waiting quietly for a few seconds, Mo Huaiyuan pursed his crimson sexy thin lips into a sharp line, put down the half-turned report, got up and opened the door, and walked out.

In the living room, a little woman wrapped in a nightgown was lying on the sofa with her pillow in her arms, her head tilted to watch TV at a 90-degree angle.

He leaned over with his arms spread on the back of the sofa.

The slight movement woke An Ran up.

"..." She turned her shoulders and her clear water eyes met Mo Huaiyuan upside down, and suddenly froze and did not dare to move!!

Has he finished his work?

"It's already 12:30, I still have to see it?" he asked lightly.

"This show started at 10 o'clock, and it's almost over now..." It was almost over. She turned her head and looked at the screen reluctantly, then looked up at him.

Mo Huaiyuan ignored this explanation, reached out and took the remote control.

"Oh..." The little woman quickly sat up, rushed over and held his hand, looking at him eagerly, not allowing him to change the channel or turn it off.

Mo Huaiyuan stopped moving and looked at her close for a few seconds.

It was exactly the same as when he was at home. He was used to taking care of her. From the perspective of being nice to her, he had a strong and harsh attitude. Xiao Anran had never exposed a little bit that he was not an An family member who was not qualified to take care of him, and he also felt that it was natural for the brother who lived together to take care of her. Over time, Mo Huaiyuan's stern appearance was imprinted in his mind and irresistible, so that he smiled and spoke to others with an elegant look. In her opinion, she felt that he could not resist the domineering and strong attitude.

The same is true now.

But Mo Huaiyuan's eyes were too indifferent and soft. At this moment, he didn't want to be strict with her.

Perhaps it is because of my heart's fatigue.

He let go of his hand and snatched the remote control like a calf. An Ran thought it was because of his soft heart. But Mo Huaiyuan just stood up straight and walked around the other side of the wide sofa. He lay down tiredly in the sound of the show. When he lay down, he put his head on a little bit of her nightgown.

Her slender and dense eyelashes trembled and blinked.

"..." When lying down, Mo Huaiyuan also felt it, frowned and raised his head a little. The little woman hurriedly curled up her legs and pulled the hem of her skirt from under the neck that was pressed by him.

/p>

His frown brows loosened, and then he lay down tiredly again and closed his eyes.

Under the flashing light of the TV, the handsome face became more and more sharp and angular. The charming jaw and thin lips revealed endless attraction because of the posture of lying down.

"Mo Huaiyuan." The little woman was shocked, gathered her skirt and shouted.

She lowered her knees and saw that he didn't move, she leaned over gently, and spread her hands next to his head in a terrible way. Her hair almost drooped onto his face, and she frowned: "Why are you lying down here?"

She was clearly watching TV.

He opened his eyes, staring at her with a hint of sleepiness, and said lightly: "Did you forget? I'll sleep here tonight..."

She held her breath and then she could suddenly remember it!

The frown little brow loosened.

The slightly longer hair drooped down softly and swept into the heart. She then got up tightly, nestled into the innermost part of the sofa, patted the place in front of her feet and said, "Then you can rely on this place to feel more comfortable..."

But Mo Huaiyuan had already closed his eyes again. Even though he couldn't stretch his legs and feet, he didn't move the other way she said.

The good TV program suddenly lost its smell, and the air was left with the thin smell of his silent breathing.

An Ran held the remote control in his little hand and was stunned on the sofa.
To be continued...