Acting spoiled with Zhou Yanchen?

Isn't that just seeking death?

Even if he doesn't die, he will scold him, right?

"What's wrong?"

When Zhou Yanxi saw Mo Xiran hear her words, her face turned pale and blue, and she kept changing.

His delicate eyebrows were still frowning, and he did not breathe a sigh of relief, but he looked even more sad, and he was puzzled.

Walking over, she held Mo Xiran's shoulder, "Xixi?"

"Ah?" Turning his head to look at Zhou Yanxi, Mo Xiran smiled and picked up the Chinese-French bilingual dictionary on the table, "That, don't bother, Achen, I'll check the dictionary myself."

"No way?" Zhou Yanxi laughed.

He took the dictionary in her hand and flipped it out, then pointed to the file, "So many, you searched it word by word, but I don't know when to find it. Besides, Achen is your husband, what's the embarrassment?"

"I, I'm not embarrassed, I just..."

oops!

Mo Xiran was so anxious that he didn't know how to tell Zhou Yanxi.

Zhou Yanxi looked at her anxious look and her eyebrows were curved, "If you really don't want to find Achen, then go find Zhouran."

"Zhouran?" Hearing this, Mo Xiran's eyes lit up, and it seemed that he had seen a turning point.

Zhou Yanxi didn't understand why she was suddenly so excited, so she had to say: "Zhouran also understands French, but he is definitely not as good as Achen."

"It's okay, I'll go find him!" As he said that, Mo Xiran put away the documents spread out on the table and stood up, "Sister, thank you!"

"Haha, go."

"Um."

Holding the documents, Mo Xiran went out in a hurry.

Looking at the closed study door, Zhou Yanxi felt thoughtful.

Could it be that the couple had a quarrel again?

Or have you never made up?

It's really young, even the energy to make trouble is so strong.

He hurriedly left the study room, but Mo Xiran didn't know if Chu Zhouran was back.

When Old Mrs. Zhou heard the movement upstairs, she looked up and saw Mo Xiran standing on the stairs.

"Xixi?"

"Mom." Mo Xiran smiled and asked, "Mom, is Zhouran back?"

"Zhouran? I'm back, I'm in the garden." said Old Mrs. Zhou.

"Is that so good." As she said that, she "dengdeng" came down from the upstairs and headed straight to the garden.

"What are you doing when you are so irritable?" Old Mrs. Zhou shook her head and smiled.

Wang Ruoqing, who was standing beside him, said, "It should be something to look for Zhouran. Xixi is young and unstable."

"Well, I'm a little more lively, but it's better to be more lively. I'm always as dead as Achen, and it feels uncomfortable to watch."

Wang Ruoqing bit his lips, squeezed out a smile stiffly, and echoed: "Yes, it's better to be lively."

Mrs. Zhou's unusual favor for Mo Xiran made Wang Ruoqing very afraid.

It was already obvious that the old lady was biased. Now she gave her love for her younger son to her younger daughter-in-law, making her eldest daughter-in-law unable to bear the face and her status was threatened.

Mo Xiran is young or thoughtful now and can’t see anything, and it will not be guaranteed in two years.

Thinking of this, her eyes darkened and thoughts flashed.

It is better to make plans for yourself as soon as possible.

In the garden.

Chu Zhouran was drinking and chatting with Zhou Yanchen.

Mo Xiran broke in with the documents in her arms.

"Zhouran!"

Chu Zhouran was slightly stunned and smiled and shouted, "Auntie? Is there anything wrong?"

Mo Xiran rushed in and found that Zhou Yanchen was there too.

Just stood there in a hurry, she smiled awkwardly, "Achen, you are here too."

Zhou Yanchen shook the wine glass in his hand and glanced at her.

The document that had its eyes falling in her arms paused, and the phoenix eyes were deep, "Do you have something to look for Zhouran?"

I'm afraid he will make him angry if he asks for help in front of him.

Bitering his lower lip, Mo Xiran shook his head, "That, nothing big, you guys keep going, I'll leave first."

After saying that, she turned around and left quickly.

Chu Zhouran was puzzled and looked at Zhou Yanchen, "What's wrong with my aunt? It's obvious that something is wrong."

"Don't worry about her." Looking at the direction where Mo Xiran left, Zhou Yanchen curled the corner of his mouth, "She always says that wind is rain, and she is rash."

"Uncle." Suddenly, Chu Zhouran whispered: "Grandma doesn't doubt it, but your attitude towards your aunt is too different from before, so you should still pay attention."

With his phoenix eyes slightly closed, Zhou Yanchen took a sip of wine and said in a low voice: "What do you mean?"

Chu Zhouran smiled warmly, "It's okay."

Back in the room, Mo Xiran threw the documents on the table and rushed towards the tatami.

After taking the pillow and hugging it, she pounded the heart of the pillow twice in annoyance.

"I'm so annoying! I'm so annoying!"

Zhou Yanchen just had something wrong with her. Every time she wanted to do something, he always turned into a roadblock!

Sitting cross-legged, she beat her up at the pillow.

Just treat the pillow as Zhou Yanchen.

The anhydride was pouring smoothly, and the door of the room opened, and Zhou Yanchen walked in.

As soon as he came in, he saw Mo Xiran hitting the pillow. He frowned and glanced at her.

Mo Xiran immediately stopped and smiled and shouted, "President, you are back."

When he walked in, he asked, "What did you do when you were looking for Zhou Ran just now?"

"I, that, no, nothing, just ask some small things."

With a cold snorting, Zhou Yanchen walked into the bathroom.

Not long after, wearing a bathrobe, his hair was wet, with a trace of deadly sexiness in the wild.

Mo Xiran is still not immune to such Zhou Yanchen.

In theory, no matter how beautiful things are, no matter how beautiful people are, they will face each other day and look at them every day, and they will always have the habit of looking at them, which will become dull all day.

But Zhou Yanchen is an exception. No matter how you look at it, you can’t read it enough. You can’t get tired of it or get tired of it.

"Have you seen enough?" A cold male voice suddenly came.

Mo Xiran was shocked and realized that she had been stunned at him for a long time. She quickly withdrew her gaze. She lowered her eyebrows and took the document with her eyes open.

"President, I'll go to the study."

After walking a few steps, Zhou Yanchen's cool voice sounded from behind.

"Zhouran is in the study, and he has several manuscripts to proofread."

Chu Zhouran is in the study!

Mo Xiran's eyes widened in surprise.

Isn’t this the opportunity God gave her!

She could just ask Chu Zhouran the French in the document!

"Let me watch it delay the president's sleep here, I'll go to the study." After she finished speaking, she quickly ran towards the door.

Zhou Yanchen frowned and called her: "Stop!"

"President? Is there anything else?" she turned around and asked with a flattering smile.

Zhou Yanchen sneered coldly: "There is only a table and a chair in the study. I have already said that Zhou Ran is here, where are you going to sit?"

"Isn't there a sofa?" She lowered her head and muttered in a low voice.

"On the night, the lonely man and the widow are living together in the same room, so you are not afraid of gossiping!"

"Well……"
To be continued...