Chapter 1811 Rows of Bordeaux Red Wine

This is also messy and very personal...

Is this a place where people live?!

Tong Ran's face is covered with black lines. It turns out that Chen An's private residence looks like this...

This formation is really similar to Chenchen's room...

Mo Nanjue changed into his slippers and walked in. He stepped on the Coke cup to the living room, bent down and picked up the scattered shirts and coats one by one.

He put all the clothes in the washing machine, and then started to pack snacks and takeaway bags...

The man moved quickly and organized in an orderly manner. He picked up the CDs and books one by one and put them back in the room and box.

Tong Ran also changed his shoes and walked in. Mo Nanjue's sky-blue shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his fair and slender arms. He came to the kitchen and collected all the dishes thrown on the dining table.

Tong Ran walked over and took his hand, "Shall I wash it?"

"No," Mo Nanjue turned on the faucet, "I'll do it."

"But your palm is still injured..."

"fine."

"Then let me check out the other rooms."

Tong Ran didn't ask anything else, nor why he did this.

She came to the master bedroom, and the inside... was naturally too messy to look at.

She packed up everything and arranged everything. There was a pile of A4 paper piled next to the books on the bedside, as well as pens and file bags beside it.

Tong Ran walked over and picked it up and took a look. It was all about muscle atrophy.

Case analysis, rehabilitation courses, clinical manifestations. Research plan for neurological actuators...

Tong Ran frowned, why did Chen An want to study muscle atrophy?

Could it be...

She clenched the A4 paper in her hand, and the door was suddenly knocked twice, "What are you doing?"

Tong Ran was startled and turned around, "It's nothing, I'm just cleaning up."

Mo Nanjue walked in with his legs raised. He came to the bedside and looked at the paper in her hand, "What is this?"

"It's something Chen An studied," Tong Ran raised his head and stared into his eyes, "Congenital muscle atrophy... do you know about this disease?"

Mo Nanjue frowned slightly, and he took the paper in her hand, sorted it and put it in the drawer, "I don't know, maybe his friend asked him to help with research."

He didn't want her to know. Not only did he not want her to worry or be afraid of him, but he also didn't want her to experience the pain he had suffered...

The pain of the blow she suffered when she knew it would never be less than when he knew it himself.

So she didn't need to know, as long as he was still there...she just needed to be protected by him in his arms.

Tong Ran lowered her eyes and stared at his delicate profile, and suddenly asked, "Mo Nanjue, why did you come back after four years?"

"Because I was injured in the earthquake, didn't I tell you?"

"What injury?"

"My leg is hurt."

Mo Nanjue straightened up, glanced around, and lightly curled his thin lips, "It's very clean."

The two came to the living room. The apartment had been tidied up and looked completely different from the way it had just come in. Mo Nanjue came to the refrigerator, where there were rows of Bordeaux red wine.

The man reached for a bottle and poured it into a goblet.

Tong Ran glanced at him and asked, "Does Chen An like drinking red wine as much as you do?"

But these bottles have not been touched, and he will not drink them even if they are chilled...

Mo Nanjue passed the rim of the goblet and pressed it against her lips. Tong Ran took a sip and said, "It's so cold..."

"tasty?"

Tong Ran smacked her lips. In fact, she didn't like the taste very much, "It tastes good."

"lie."

"..."
Chapter completed!