Mo Beiyan frowned deeper and deeper. Faced with her question, he didn't know how to answer...

That slap was completely subconscious.

He didn't speak.

Tong Ran pushed his hand away and entered the bathroom.

There was a clamor of water coming from inside...

Mo Huantong felt a little surprised. Xiao Ran's tone was not good just now, but he actually chose to remain silent.

In her opinion, although silence is the most advantageous weapon, it is also the greatest concession.

Mo Beiyan wrapped his hands around his chest and raised his eyebrows to look at the woman on the sofa, "Okay, you're faster than anyone else in the gang."

Mo Huan's depression was hard to resolve, and he endured the pain and replied, "If you have a genital, do you want to pull someone?"

"you--"

Mo Beiyan was about to step forward, and Tong Ran was just wringing out the towel and walked out. Seeing this, he hurried over, "You want to hit her again?"

Mo Beiyan frowned, "I just want to see her injuries."

Tong Ran bent down and applied a cold towel to the corner of Mo Huantong's mouth, "Is it more comfortable?"

"It's much more comfortable, Xiao Ran, thank you," Mo Huantong reached out and pressed the towel himself, feeling very embarrassed, "Why are you here?"

"Give you some breakfast, haven't you eaten yet?" Tong Ran brought over the strawberry fruit tower on the table, cut a piece and handed it over, "Can you bite something?"

Mo Huantong smiled stiffly, "It hurts a little... I'll eat it later."

"Okay," Tong Ran took back the fork, and Mo Beiyan came over, "I haven't had breakfast yet."

"You can do it yourself," Tong Ran raised her head. After all, they are all women. It was uncomfortable to see Huantong being beaten. "You can even beat people, isn't it easy to make breakfast?"

The man was a little angry, "Ask her what she said."

"I heard it all, Huanhuan doesn't mean that."

Tong Ran held Mo Huantong's hand and wanted to resolve the conflict. "We went back to the Mo family this time, and grandpa passed away, so it took a long time to delay."

Mo Huantong nodded. She knew he had something to do, and she never blamed him for forgetting her.

In fact, she didn't blame anything...and she was not qualified to blame.

Tong Ran turned his face away, "Aren't you going to apologize to Huanhuan?"

"Why should I apologize?" Mo Beiyan snorted coldly, still looking like a cold young master. "It was her who did the wrong thing. Could it be that a man in the hospital bought midnight snacks in the middle of the night?"

“…”

It turns out that he cares about this?

Mo Huantong bit her lower lip after hearing this, and she shook Tong Ran's hand, "Xiao Ran, forget it, I'll go home later."

"Be your dream of spring and autumn!" Mo Beiyan pulled open the chair and sat down, unable to swallow it in one breath, "I won't let anyone go, can you walk out of Zhongjing Haoting?"

Tong Ran looked at him indifferently, "I can let Mo Nanjue release others."

"I said I won't let it go!"

"You still have injuries on your body. Can you beat Mo Nanjue?"

“…”

Mo Beiyan turned his head and pointed at Huantong, "I tell you, don't think of going out today."

Tong Ran ignored him, and she patted Huantong's hand, "Huanhuan, I'll ask my husband to send you a car to take you back later. Where are you living?"

"Xiao Ran, actually I..."

"Master Ran!" Mo Beiyan interrupted her and he stood up, "Where will you let her go like this?"
Chapter completed!