"Stop!"

The colleague who was pulling the squad rushed over.

But Pan Ying was furious and never let go even if she died.

Mo Xiran thought to herself about what she had just scolded Zhou Yanchen, and she also made up her mind to fight with her.

So the two of them fought together until the manager's roar came.

"What are you doing! Stop!"

office.

The manager sneered at the two people standing in front of him, "You are so awesome! You just fight like this in the company? How old are you? Do you think you are a child?"

"Manager, she did it first!" Pan Ying said with a sad face, "It's her who can all testify, she slapped me first, and I..."

Upon hearing this, the manager frowned and looked at Mo Xiran: "Mo Xiyu, is that true?"

Mo Xiran whispered, "Yes."

"Why did you hit someone!"

"Because she insulted my husband."

The manager thought for a while and understood a little.

"Write a check and send it to me, and you will deduct three months' bonus! Go out!"

After coming out of the office, Pan Ying glared at Mo Xiran: "Should you wait for me!"

Mo Xiran was exhausted and too lazy to pay attention to her anymore.

When she was fighting with Pan Ying just now, Pan Ying scratched her face a few times and her legs were kicked a few times. Now they are very painful.

Tears were rolling in her eyes. She raised her hand and wiped it randomly, went into the bathroom to tidy up herself.

When he got home from get off work and opened the apartment door, Mo Xiran said loudly, "I'm back."

"Um."

Zhou Yanchen's answer also came.

Bent over and changed into slippers, she came in with her shopping bag.

Zhou Yanchen was sitting on the sofa and watching TV.

"I bought shrimp and sautéed shrimp tonight." As he said, Mo Xiran quickly walked into the kitchen.

Zhou Yanchen's phoenix eyes flashed and he got up and walked over.

The steps she walked into the kitchen just now made him see something.

Mo Xiran turned his back to Zhou Yanchen and was pouring the shrimps out of the bag into the basin.

"Xixi."

A low male voice rang out.

Mo Xiran's back stiffened and he whispered: "What's the matter?"

"You turn around."

"What are you doing? I'm busy, you first..."

She was held on her shoulder and she was forced to turn around and face him.

"Rise your head."

Mo Xiran bit his lip and did not lift it.

Zhou Yanchen pinched her jaw and forced her to look up.

When her face came into her eyes, he immediately spoke coldly: "Who did it!"

"It's okay." Frowning and pushing him away, Mo Xiran turned his back to him.

"Mo Xiyu."

Zhou Yanchen recited her name and gritted his teeth, "How old are you, you are still fighting!"

Mo Xiran felt wronged, but she didn't want to tell him the real reason and make him sad.

"Well, I'm just childish, I'm just fighting."

The more she said this, the more angry Zhou Yanchen became.

Both angry and distressed.

With his hands tightly clenched into fists, he turned around and strode away from the kitchen.

The footsteps gradually faded away.

He left.

Mo Xiran threw away the things in his hand, squatted on the ground and hugged herself, and cried in grievance.

She didn't dare to cry loudly, but just sobbed softly.

A low sigh suddenly came from behind.

Then she flew into the air and was picked up.

Mo Xiran shrank in his arms, his face tightly pressed against his arms.

Zhou Yanchen lowered his phoenix eyes and looked at her.

From his perspective, you can see her weak side face and a hint of red marks on it.

My eyes tightened, as cold as iron.

He frowned, hugged her out of the kitchen and walked towards the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, he settled her on his lap.

Zhou Yanchen raised her jaw and kissed her eyelids, and his voice was low: "Crying nose? Are you still right?"

Mo Xiran sniffed, shook his head and buried it in his neck without coming out.

Her warm palm gently stroked her back and comforted her silently.

After a long time, he waited until the person in his arms was in a stable mood, and then he asked again: "Tell me, why?"

Shocked, Mo Xiran looked up at him.

Zhou Yanchen sneered coldly, bounced her forehead with his fingers, "What? Do you think this is over? Want to get away with it? There is no door."

Bite her lip, she reached out and rubbed her forehead, lowered her eyes, and her voice softly: "But I don't want to tell you."

"Mo Xiyu." He called her seriously, "While I still have patience, I will say quickly, otherwise I will find out who will hit you..."

"Don't!" Holding his arm, Mo Xiran shook his head: "Don't."

"explain."

"Well, with colleagues in the company."

"colleague?"

"Well, it's just a small conflict between colleagues. Women are not like that." She deliberately relaxed and her eyes dodged left and right, and did not dare to look directly at him.

Zhou Yanchen pushed her from her leg to the ground.

Mo Xiran was surprised and looked at him in panic.

"Is he still lying?" He held his arm, his voice lowered a few degrees, almost cold.

Mo Xiran's eyes blurred again, and time became still.

With bitter lips curled, she closed her eyes and said softly: "I didn't lie to you. I'm really fighting with my colleagues. She scolds you, I'll..."

So that's it.

The corners of his lips were pursed tightly, Zhou Yanchen reached out and pulled Moxi Ran into his arms again.

He touched her eyes and she cried.

"Okay." He whispered in a low voice. He kissed her face and asked casually: "What have you scolded me?"

She didn't want to say it, just shook her head.

I think it's not a good thing to say.

He expected that when he left Zhou's family, there would definitely be many people watching jokes behind their backs and gossiping behind their backs.

He doesn't care, but she...

I didn't expect she cared so much.

He usually looks quite timid, but he dares to fight with others.

It's for myself again.

Zhou Yanchen's heart was warm and bitter.
To be continued...