"You have it," Tong Ran tiptoed to touch his face, "You are so fierce, it's not cool."

Mo Nanjue grabbed her hand, "You mean disgusting?!"

“…”

Before Tong Ran shook his head, he was carried up. Mo Beiyan was not in the house. Mo Nanjue carried her to the edge of the bed. He leaned over and pressed her down, locking her tightly under him.

Tong Ran opened her eyes wide, and her son was still asleep on the other side. She raised her index finger and pressed her lips, "Don't make your son a noise... Um!"

Mo Nanjue lowered his head and kissed her lips. Her slender fingers did not pull away between the two of them. The man's tongue painted her fingertips, and then pressed into her mouth. Tong Ran was shocked to realize his intention, "Don't..."

Mo Nanjue reached into her top with one hand, and then began to rub it. He was very strong, as if he had some emotion and tolerance. Tong Ran hugged his neck with both hands, and she gasped, "Mo Nanjue...what's wrong with you?"

The man did not stop moving. He squeezed between her legs and pulled a ring on his waist. Tong Ran couldn't scream, and she felt uncomfortable. She pushed him, "Go... to the bathroom."

Mo Nanjue bit her lips and said, "Give me some peace!"

Tong Ran was in pain, "No... Chenchen woke up easily..."

Mo Nanjue buried his face into her neck. He took a deep breath and tightened his hand on her waist.

He didn't get up, nor did he go to the bathroom.

He didn't want to... he didn't even know what to do. Should he not know what to do?

Maybe……

Mo Beiyan also has his own difficulties? Mo Nanjue would rather think so. He thought, he must have his own difficulties, he must have.

Mo Nanjue closed his eyes and kissed him in a thin voice along Tong Ran's neck without any desire, just wanting to seek a kind of calmness, a kind of peace of mind.

The man's weight was pressed on her, Tong Ran's face pressed against his ears, and his heartbeat could clearly feel his chest, "Mo Nanjue, have you... seen something?"

“…”

Long-term quiet.

He didn't speak, nor did he know how to speak. Mo Nanjue was never good at confiding. Tong Ran knew his bad temper and did not ask again, just let him hold him like this.

Outside the door, Mo Beiyan stood by the escalator smoking, and a slight sound of footsteps sounded in his ears.

Su Qingtian walked up all the way, and she changed into a pink cheongsam to highlight her delicate figure.

Mo Beiyan extinguished the cigarette in his hand and turned to face her.

Su Qingtian walked up to him, she smiled slightly, "Big Master."

Mo Beiyan stared at her face, and he curled his lips evilly, "I can't tell you are quite capable, why are you getting along with Xie Yanghua?"

Su Qingtian shook her head very lightly, "Master, you misunderstood me."

Mo Beiyan supported her on the escalator with one hand. He leaned down and raised her chin with the other hand, "Why did you misunderstand? I think it's not Xie Yanghua who saved you, he kept you?"

Su Qingtian frowned slightly, "Master!"

"Don't call me!" Mo Beiyan grabbed her shoulders, and he lifted her up and pressed her on the door panel, and his tall body approached, "I don't care what you have been doing in the past four years, what are you doing when you suddenly appear, but I warn you, if you dare to touch Master Ran or Chenchen, I don't want to say more, you understand."
Chapter completed!