Mo Nanjuejun's face sank, "Tong Ran, say it again?"

Tong Ran turned his face away, "I'm going out."

“Where to go?”

"go home!"

"Go home?" Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the mirror, held her shoulders and pressed them down, "Who lives at home?"

"My son."

"Your son?" Mo Nanjue lowered his head and pressed against the tip of her nose, "That's my son too!"

"Why is it yours?" Tong Ran stared at him dissatisfiedly, "Why don't you say it's Luo Xiao's?"

"You still dare to follow me, Tiloxiao?"

"Why don't I dare?"

"Believe it or not, I will destroy him immediately when I go back?!"

"Then you go!"

Mo Nanjue grabbed her shoulder, and he crossed his legs, almost letting her sit on his lap, "Did you miss Luo Xiao in the past four years?"

"I don't want to," Tong Ran sniffed, "I only have a son, and I don't want anyone."

The man looked ugly, "Don't you miss me?"

"I don't want to, it's enough for me to have a son," Tong Ran looked at his face, "I only love my son now."

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes and suddenly felt very unhappy. He grabbed her chin, "That boy is more important than me?"

"Of course!" Tong Ran smiled, "Didn't it all say? Men are unreliable, they have to rely on their son."

"No!" Mo Nanjue lowered his head and bit the corner of her mouth. He had a cold face, "I must be the first!"

"Mo Nanjue, are you childish?" Tong Ran was bitten and hurt, and her eyebrows were Ran smiled, "That's your son, are you jealous?"

Mo Nanjue raised his eyebrows slightly, "What, didn't you say it wasn't mine?"

"you……"

She talked again.

Or a series of condoms.

Tong Ran reached out and pushed him, "Get up quickly, I'm going out."

Mo Nanjuejun's face was buried in her neck, "Where to go?"

Tong Ran remembered that this was an anniversary banquet, and she definitely couldn't wait for too long. After all, she was still the main guest. "Mo Beiyan must be waiting for me downstairs. Today is..."

Mo Nanjue's eyes sank, and he clamped his hands on her waist tightly, "Are you afraid that Mo Beiyan will be anxious?"

Tong Ran shook her head, "No, my identity is his wife, if I don't go down..."

"Tong Ran! Say it to me again?" Mo Nanjue raised his head, his handsome face was full of sinisterness, "Whose wife are you?"

Tong Ran was so scared that his shoulders shrank. Mo Nanjue leaned over and pulled her skirt, "I'll let you remember who you are."

"What are you doing? Don't..."

Tong Ran bit her lower lip. Before she was ready, he had already attacked. She suddenly opened her eyes wide, "Ah--it hurts!"

Mo Nanjue held her hands and pressed her to the top of her head. He lowered his head and kissed her neck, "Called my husband."

Tong Ran's back hit the glass surface. The feeling of ice and fire made her cheeks hot. She pursed her lips and did not dare to make a sound. Mo Nanjue pinched her slender waist tightly, and his movements became deeper and deeper every time, "Call me!"

Tong Ran was stubborn, "I won't shout!"

"Do you shout?"

The man suddenly let go of his hand. After Tong Ran was free, he hurriedly pushed his shoulder. Mo Nanjue did not give her this opportunity. He picked up her body with one hand and stood up when he acted. Tong Ran was shocked, "What are you doing!"
Chapter completed!