Xiao Wenqing gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it too obviously on his face.

Mo Xiuchen's cold eyes swept over her, and he turned around and went into the kitchen to order the preparation of his mother's favorite dishes.

"Yes, don't stand, come and sit."

Zhou Lin saw that Mo Zixuan had been staring at Wen Ran, secretly took a breath, suppressed the jealousy in his heart, stepped forward with a smile, and greeted Wen Ran.

While talking, she pretended to be cordial to pull Wen Ran's hand, but unfortunately, Wen Ran avoided it without a trace when her hand reached over, her hand fell short, embarrassment flashed on her face with heavy makeup, and even her smile became unnatural.

"I'll go to the kitchen and have a look."

Wen Ran dropped a sentence, turned around, and walked towards the kitchen.

On the sofa, Mo Zixuan's eyes followed Wen Ran closely, even in front of Mo Jingteng, he didn't hide it, and the moment Wen Ran stepped into the living room, his reason was gone.

A few minutes later, Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran came out of the kitchen, with a servant holding a plate behind them, Cheng Jia immediately greeted him, looked at Mo Xiuchen eagerly and said, "Mo Shao, I want to go with you to worship Auntie." ”

The corner of Mo Xiuchen's eyes swept to Xiao Wenqing, who looked stiff, nodded lightly, and replied 'yes', Cheng Jia's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said movingly: "Thank you, Mo Shao." ”

Mo Xiuchen has never worshiped his mother here, nor has he set up a spiritual seat in the Mo family, even the place where his mother jumped off the building back then was demolished and turned into a garden.

Today, he said that he was worshipping his mother at home, not only to add to Xiao Wenqing's blockage, but he also had plans to let his mother 'come back'.

In the garden, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom, Mo Xiuchen asked people to put the required items on the grass in front of the garden, and he introduced to the air: "Mom, although you don't want to come back here, but today, I still decided to burn the paper money for you here, can you come back and get it, by the way, take a look at your daughter-in-law, her name is Wen Ran......"

Wen Ran looked at Mo Xiuchen quietly, in the dim light, his eyes were as bright as ink, and he couldn't see the emotions in his eyes clearly, but she felt his loneliness from his words, and her heart couldn't help but tighten slightly, and she subconsciously raised her hand to grab his generous palm.

Mo Xiuchen's hand was hot, and he lowered his eyes to look at her.

Looking at each other, her eyes were as gentle as water, and the light from the oblique place just lit up her eyes, like stars, clearly reflecting his own handsome face, and at that moment, he suddenly lost his mind.

Until a gentle and firm voice came into his ears, hitting the softest position in his heart: "Mom, I will take care of Xiuchen for you in the future." ”

A fresh breeze blows, and the fragrance of flowers fills the nose. It was like the woman who jumped off the building with a broken heart back then was responding to Wen Ran's words, beside her, Mo Xiuchen's palm flipped over, wrapped her soft little hand, and looked at her with burning eyes: "You made a promise, but you can't lose your trust to my mother." ”

Wen Ran looked at his deep eyes, raised his other hand to smooth his lightly wrinkled forehead, and said with a playful smile: "I mean what I say, as long as you are my husband for a day, I will be responsible for you." ”

Mo Xiuchen was infected by her, the sad emotions in his heart dissipated, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "I will believe you once." ”

……

During the whole process, Cheng Jia was like an invisible person, completely ignored by Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran, only occasionally, when the wind blew, Mo Xiuchen glanced at Cheng Jia, and the perfume smelled ...... How do you think, it's a little weird.

She stood aside, watching Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran burn paper for his mother, after burning the paper, Wen Ran made three respectful gestures, and it wasn't until she left that Mo Xiuchen said to her, "Let's go!" ”

"Mo Shao, you haven't introduced me to your aunt yet."

Cheng Jia looked at Mo Xiuchen expectantly, she just thought that he would introduce her first. After all, she is his savior, how can Wen Ran, a woman who sells herself for money, be compared.

"Next time, I'll take you to the cemetery when I have a chance."

Mo Xiuchen lowered his eyes and looked at the burned paper money on the ground, muttered for two seconds, and spat lightly.

"Really, shall we go tonight?"

Cheng Jia rekindled hope in her heart, and asked while the iron was hot.

"Hmm!"

Mo Xiuchen glanced at Wen Ran beside him, and seeing that she didn't show the slightest displeasure, he hummed perfunctorily, took her hand, walked past Cheng Jia, and walked towards the front hall.

***

Originally, Xiao Wenqing was afraid that Zhou Lin would not be able to hold Wen Ran back, and he would not be able to separate her from Mo Xiuchen.

When they knew that Wen Jin woke up, she didn't worry about this problem at all.

At the dinner table, Zhou Lin proposed to go to the hospital with Wen Ran to see her brother for a while, but Wen Ran politely refused, "You better go back quickly, tell Uncle Zhou about the wedding date, and let her help you prepare for the wedding, my brother has a special nurse to take care of him 24 hours a day, and it doesn't matter if I go to see him later." ”

"Then are you going to the hospital tonight, I can go later, but you're his sister, it's different."

Zhou Lin asked uneasily, maybe she was too 'concerned', Wen Ran frowned suspiciously, and said lightly: "Xiuchen will accompany me to the hospital." ”

On the other side, the dish that Mo Zixuan picked up suddenly fell on the table, and Wen Ran's kind and natural 'Xiuchen' sounded like a knife cutting through his chest, and his hand holding the chopsticks was stiff in pain.

"Mo Shao, are you going to the cemetery tonight?"

Cheng Jia picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it into the Mo Xiuchen bowl, and said softly.

Seeing this, Mo Zixuan picked up a piece of meat again and put it into Wen Ran's bowl, and the atmosphere that was embarrassing a second ago suddenly gave rise to a trace of subtlety.

Mo Xiuchen lowered his eyes and glanced at the slices of meat in Wen Ran's bowl, raised his eyes, and just saw the subtle expression changes on Xiao Wenqing's face out of the corner of his eye, he put down his chopsticks, took a sip of the soup in front of him, and said to Wen Ran in a deep voice: "Since you are going to the hospital, then let the driver send you, I will go to the cemetery tonight." ”

Wen Ran was stunned, and raised his eyes to look at Mo Xiuchen in surprise, not understanding how he could change his face faster than the sky, was it because of the piece of meat that Mo Zixuan gave her?

She pursed her lips, said 'yes', picked up the meat slices in the bowl and gave them to Zhou Lin, diagonally opposite, Mo Zixuan's face turned slightly pale because of her behavior.

"Mo Shao, this braised lion's head is for you."

Cheng Jia saw that Mo Xiuchen refused to send Wen Ran for himself, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes suddenly became smiling, and he put Mo Xiuchen's favorite braised lion head into his bowl.

"Thank you!"

Although Mo Xiuchen's tone was light, he expressed his acceptance of her.

Wen Ran put down his chopsticks, stood up, and said to everyone with a smile: "I'm full, go to the hospital to see my brother first, everyone eat slowly!" ”

“……”

Mo Zixuan wanted to say something, his lips moved, and the words didn't come out after all.

Mo Xiuchen said 'um', and the words that overflowed his thin lips couldn't hear the emotion: "Let the driver take you to the hospital, and when I come back from the cemetery, I will pick you up directly." ”