"No."

She grabbed the receiver with two small hands and said.

An Zhanyu smiled slightly and opened her mouth, with a little sadness among the old lines at the corners of her eyes, but her voice was still kind: "What's going on?"

She closed her lips and couldn't speak.

"I don't know, if you have time, go and ask him personally. I don't know much about the relationship between the two of them."

She said softly with a pale face.

Fortunately, An Zhanyu didn't ask any more questions. He asked her a few more words, asked her about the time of the holiday and the arrangements for the annual holiday. With her increasingly shorter and shorter answers, the conversation ended so briefly.

Put your finger on the red key and pressed it.

The signal was cut off at once.

Mo Huaiyuan noticed something wrong with her, slowly sat up straight, feeling distressed a little, and he stroked her hair very slowly, hugged her little body and hugged her tighter. His very tolerant masculine aura fell down her beautiful side face and asked, "What's wrong?"

She rarely looks like this. Did An Zhanyu ask something that shouldn't be asked, or did she scold her because of something? Well?

That strong sense of care and tolerance made him even more heart-warming.

His little face turned red and white.

"I just lied." Under his hot breath, the little woman spoke nervously and softly.

Mo Huaiyuan raised his eyebrows slightly without saying anything.

"My father asked me why you and Qu Weilan broke up, and they also unilaterally terminated the engagement," she paused, grabbed her cell phone, and her slender eyelashes drooped, and said, "I said I don't know, and asked him to ask you by myself, and I... didn't tell him what we are doing now."

In this way? What is the current between them?

Mo Huaiyuan listened little by little, and even after hearing it clearly, he understood it. For a moment, his heart was getting colder little by little.

A little abnormal red appeared on her cheeks. She clenched her cell phone with her hands and feet, and her hands and feet were huddled in his broad and warm arms. She lowered her head and didn't even dare to look at him. She explained: "I just felt that I didn't know what to say for a moment. We grew up together and were so familiar with each other. How should we tell my father to let him accept it."

"So...I didn't say it."

In fact, she sometimes felt that they were so fast. In addition, for so many years, An Zhanyu had become accustomed to their relationship. He tried his best to persuade her to leave Huo Siran, but he never matched her up and asked her to be with Mo Huaiyuan. She had no idea whether her father had thought so and did not know what to say to her father in a tone.

Of course, the above are all excuses.

The little woman was very confused and didn't know what she thought. At that time, she couldn't even say anything even if she died. She was afraid that when she said it to some people, some things would be settled.

She suddenly became panicked.

Mo Huaiyuan, who was holding him, was silent for three seconds.

In these three seconds, Anran felt extremely difficult to resist. Her face was red and bleeding. She could hardly help but shook his big hand and apologized for him.

——He was with her, but she tried her best to avoid telling others that no man could stand this way, right?

But he never thought that Mo Huaiyuan just curled the corners of his mouth lightly, and his handsome face showed an extremely natural expression, saying, "It's because of this?"

The little woman was surprised, raised her eyes and looked at him in surprise.

"Do you feel sorry for me? You are with me, but you dare not tell your father in person? I know this. It's a bit embarrassing to talk about this. He suddenly asked, and you were confused, and you didn't know what to say, right?"

The little woman listened to his explanation and felt nervous. The force of her holding his hand was sometimes loose and sometimes tight, and her chest was as tide as a tide.

A hint of paleness appeared on her face, and she nodded.

Mo Huaiyuan's deep eyes were not clear, but the curve of the corner of his mouth was still hanging. He turned his head and looked elsewhere, then slowly carried her over, gently clasped the back of her head, facing her eyebrows and eyes, and asked softly, "Do you like being with me?"

She was stunned, and her clear and clear water eyes looked at him, nodding sincerely.

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"Would you be with me?" he continued to ask softly.

She was bewitched by his eyes and nodded again. The blood on her face slowly returned, floating sweetly on her cheeks, and she whispered: "Okay."

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That's good.

This is enough for Mo Huaiyuan, as long as she feels this way, that's good.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled, and he kissed it, his expression as affectionate and elegant as ever. She also consciously and spontaneously met him and entangled with him. He was more meticulous and gentle than any previous kiss, and unforgettable.

At night,.

It was suitable for early rest after rest, but An Ran slept too much in the car in the afternoon, and there was something hidden in his heart that he couldn't sleep at all. He stared at the ceiling. In the end, An Ran couldn't help it. Mo Huaiyuan sorted out the business that had been accumulated for several days and the information needed to be used in a few days. He was so busy that he couldn't stop. When he saw her pitiful appearance at the door, his eyes gradually softened.

So, he covered his laptop directly, walked over, hugged her and asked, "Do you can't sleep?"

An Ran nodded first, and then, afraid of affecting his work, he hurriedly shook his head and said, "Just come in and see what he is doing."

Mo Huaiyuan would certainly not be deceived by her.

He picked her up with a low body, turned off the lights in the study, and walked straight to the bedroom.

The guest room that was vacated next door was as warm and luxurious as the master bedroom. She prepared it since the first day when she had the key here, but she never used it. Mo Huaiyuan didn't plan to use it in the future.

As long as he is there, she will never have the intention to sleep alone without him.

——This is what makes Mo Huaiyuan the most satisfied and most reassuring.

"Ranran...Ranran..." When the two of them were almost facing each other, and his long and passionate kiss was spread all over his body and was about to melt her, he suddenly stopped and remembered something. His forehead was full of blood and his veins swelled up and held her little hand stubbornly. When he touched the hot object, the little woman reacted with a shiver.

"Don't move, be good... what have you promised me? I really want to see it, right?"

"Ranran... don't move, hold it..."

Perhaps the hoarseness in his voice touched her, An Ran's little hand, which had been hiding in every way, calmed down, and his face turned red and held him with a blush. Mo Huaiyuan's strong body trembled violently, and he let her control himself with her obedience. He hugged her and moved up and down in her hands.

The power that was so hard that it almost hurt her, the blood vessels that burst out, the size that was almost uncontrollable... made her almost drown in such a passionate night, until she completely figured out him...

Mo Huaiyuan grabbed her sore little hand that had been rubbed, kissed her lovingly a few times, and held her back, and completely occupied her with a deep waist...

, because of the spirit she finally got, he never let her go from beginning to end.

Finally, he even folded her waist and pressed her back to her in a very eccentric posture. An Ran couldn't see him, and he felt a little nervous in his fatigue and exhaustion. He had never used such a posture so far except for the first time.

The feeling of hard penetration, the terrifying depth, was so fast that it almost choked the rhythm of her breathing... It made her scream and tighten for several times. Mo Huaiyuan exhausted his energy and felt a sense of ruthlessness and determination. He grabbed her hand, kissing her sweat while doing, and even exuded a little despair.

"Is it comfortable?...Ranran, is it comfortable?"

He gently bit her shoulder, and a slight embossment appeared on her tender skin. She was itchy and tightened, her voice was hoarse, and she couldn't speak at all.

He buried his head, put his hand down and pressed the little bit that made her crazy and rubbed her hard. He almost felt her extreme in an instant, hugged her tightly and kissed her side face carefully.

This movement was too wild. She was hot against the quilt's face, and she was trembling gently with sweat. She grabbed his big palm and begged him in a hoarse voice to face him.

But he insisted not to do so. Before he had done her last time, he muttered his voice in her ear and said, "...Ranran, do you love me?"
Chapter completed!