"Nonsense!" Old Mrs. Zhou said angrily, "You and Xixi are already married. She is your wife! What should I not move or watch!"

Zhou Yanchen pursed his lips and was speechless.

At this time, a sound came from the Zhou family's gate.

Chu Zhouran walked in and was stunned when he saw the situation in the living room.

Zhou Yanxi immediately asked, "Where is Xixi?"

Chu Zhouran glanced at Zhou Yanchen and whispered, "I've sent it home."

Old Mrs. Zhou frowned, stamped the crutch in her hand, and glared at Zhou Yanchen, "Look at your good things! I'll go and coax Xixi back tomorrow! You chose the person, what does it mean to make you like this now? Could it be that those who used to be pretending?"

Speaking of this, the old lady's eyes flashed.

Zhou Yanchen clenched his fists secretly and said in a deep voice: "I understand."

Old Mrs. Zhou snorted coldly before she stood up.

"Mom, I'll accompany you back to your room." Zhou Yanxi held Old Mrs. Zhou's arm.

Only Zhou Yanchen and Chu Zhouran were left in the living room. Chu Zhouran curled his lips and walked over.

He patted Zhou Yanchen on the shoulder and smiled: "Uncle, you are in trouble. I think my aunt seems very angry. You have to spend some effort tomorrow."

Zhou Yanchen turned his phoenix eyes and raised his eyes, "Coax her? Humph! How did she go, how she will come back tomorrow!"

After the words came, he strided upstairs.

Chu Zhouran looked at his back and shook his head.

...

hotel.

The person on the bed curled up his body and nestled in a warm and soft quilt.

The long black hair is spread on the pillow, and the side face is quiet and beautiful.

Long, dense eyelashes cast shadows under the eyelids, like palm-leaf fan.

It is undeniable that she is very beautiful.

The man with a cold face stood beside the bed, and the man on the bed was deeply embedded.

After a long time, the man walked to the single sofa beside the bed and took out two ID certificates from his coat pocket.

Looking at the two identical faces above, his eyes tightened.

They are obviously the same person, but they have different ages.

His eyes fell on the big bed and he took out his cell phone and found the person's number.

Her slender fingers were swinging on the word "Achen". The man curled his lips and finally threw his phone back on the sofa.

As he was holding his body up, he bent over and took out the cigarette case and lighter from his pocket and pushed open the glass door of the terrace.

The night is quiet and cool, the starry sky is sparse, and the moon is half-colored.

There was a "click".

The sound of the lighter cut through the night, the smoke fulcrum ignited, and the dark red dots flashed.

The man took a deep breath, exhaled a thin smoke ring, staring into the distance with his eyes, stunned and dazed.

...

I was still arguing with Zhou Yanchen in my dream.

In a fit of anger, Mo Xiran slapped at the charming and enchanting handsome face.

Looking at the clear five finger marks on his cheek, she burst into laughter.

"Dare to provoke me! I can't beat you to death!"

The next second, Zhou Yanchen leaned under her feet, begging sadly.

She looked down at his appearance, and the depression in her chest suddenly disappeared.

This dream was so cool that Mo Xiran didn't want to wake up.

And at this moment, a warm and melodious male voice came to his ears, as if it were real and illusory.

"Well, I'll go to the company later."

Her beautiful eyebrows raised and wrinkled slightly, and Mo Xiran opened her eyes in a daze.

The first thing that caught my eye was the golden velvet ceiling, which was very strange.

After rubbing her eyes, she became stunned and dazed.

"woke up."

The pleasant male voice is transmitted to the cochlea.

Mo Xiran said "hmm" and suddenly became shocked.

She sat up suddenly and met a handsome face with a smiling face.

"Bai, Manager Bai?"

"Well, how about it? Are you having a headache? Are you thirsty?"

Shiraicheng asked, poured a glass of water from the coffee table and walked over.

Standing beside the bed, he handed her the cup of water, "Drink some, you'll probably be thirsty."

Mo Xiran took the cup mechanically, took a sip, and the cool water slid across his throat, which indeed relieved the dryness in his throat.

She pursed her lips, held the cup and asked carefully: "That, Manager Bai, is this?"

"Hotel. I met you yesterday in Xunmei. I saw you drunk too much and brought you. Don't mind?"

So that's it.

After a warm heart, Mo Xiran whispered: "Thank you, Manager Bai. I have caused you a lot of trouble, right?"

"Please, there is no trouble. But..." After a pause, he obviously had some words.

Mo Xiran bit his lip and began to think about whether he had lost his composure last night.

But what's so damn, she's broken again!

No memory at all.

Poked her temples, she asked with an awkward smile: "Manager Bai, I didn't do anything last night, did I?"

She was afraid that she would get drunk, so she teased him again.

Then she would have lost all her favor with him. If that were true, she would have died.

"What are you referring to?" Shirai Castle hugged his shoulders and smiled leisurely: "What are you talking about and teasing with the boy? Or do you have two ID certificates?"

What?!

Did she chat with the boy?

It's really...

Wait a moment!

After realizing it, Mo Xiran looked up in horror and watched the smile on Shiraicheng's face disappear bit by bit.

She clenched her fists under the quilt and squeezed out an innocent smile: "What, two proofs of identity?"

Shirai Castle sneered and leaned over to glance at her pale face, "It seems that you haven't woken up completely." After that, he turned around and walked towards the single sofa.

When I turned around, I had something stuck with my slender fingertips.

Mo Xiran's face changed drastically, and she was almost transparent.

That's her proof of identity!

Still two!

One is real, the other is fake!

She is fake and has been put in the secret compartment!

"I, I, I..."

"You can explain." Shirai Castle's eyes were dark and his voice was cold, "Are you Mo Xiran or Mo Xiyu? 18 or 28 years old? Well? What's your purpose in getting close to Achen! He knows too?"

"No!" Mo Xiran shook her head in panic, swallowed and spitted, and her throat began to dry again.

With a difficult voice, she lowered her head: "He doesn't know. I, I have difficulties."

"Oh?" Shirai Castle shrugged and sat on the sofa. "I happened to have some time. Although it wasn't a lot, just talk about your so-called difficulties."

Things have reached this point, what else can I do?

Mo Xiran gritted her teeth and her eyes rolled.

She lifted the quilt and she was barefoot.
To be continued...