"I get off work at 5:30, and it will take about 40 minutes to come back. You will come by around 6:30 tomorrow. I will wait for you in that chair."

Nodded, Lan Shaotang said nothing and turned around and left.

Seeing his back slowly disappear, Mo Xiran curled the corners of his mouth and then went home.

When I opened the door and came in, I bent down to change my shoes, a figure appeared in front of me.

"Where did you go? Come back so late?"

Sticking his tongue, Mo Xiran raised his head: "I met a former classmate on the road and chatted a few more."

Zhou Yanchen stared at her, his phoenix eyes were full of displeasure.

Mo Xiran held his arm with a pleasing touch, "Okay, don't be angry, are you hungry? I'll cook right away."

Zhou Yanchen snorted, shook her hand away and walked into the living room.

Mo Xiran followed him with a smile, flattering all the way.

Finally he couldn't stand it, so he drove her into the kitchen to cook.

...

"Uncle Lan!"

As soon as I entered the community, Mo Xiran saw Lan Shaotang.

As she rushed over, she quickly supported the umbrella for Lan Shaotang.

Unexpectedly, it would suddenly rain on the way back. She was worried that Lan Shaotang would get wet when she came early, but she didn't expect that it would be like this.

"Your clothes are wet!"

Just now, Lan Shaotang had been using his coat to support his head, but the coat was thin and he was wet all over now.

The bangs stuck to the face and looked very embarrassed.

"Why don't you find a place to shelter from the rain?"

"I don't have your contact information." Lan Shaotang whispered.

Mo Xiran was stunned.

Did he worry that he wouldn't find him, and thought he had broken the appointment?

What should I say about him?

With a sigh, Mo Xiran gritted his teeth: "No, you have to change your clothes, so you can go home with me."

Lan Shaotang frowned and said coldly: "No need, I'll leave now."

"No! Come home with me!" Mo Xiran insisted, "Don't worry, leave everything to me!"

As she said that, she held Lan Shaotang's arm.

Lan Shaotang is about the same height as Zhou Yanchen, both of whom are tall and tall.

After taking the umbrella, he held it and followed Mo Xiran to the apartment building.

Standing in front of the apartment, Mo Xiran could feel Lan Shaotang's nervousness.

Not to mention him, I am also very nervous.

I don’t know what will happen to Zhou Yanchen for a while, it will be another bloody storm.

In fact, she didn't know if she did this right, but she did it all.

Gritting her teeth, she took out the key and opened the door.

"Achen, I'm back."

She shouted when she entered the door.

"Um."

Zhou Yanchen's low male voice came out.

Mo Xiran signaled Lan Shaotang to enter.

The door closed and Zhou Yanchen walked out of the living room.

The four eyes are opposite, but not, to be precise, the six eyes are opposite.

Gu was stunned.

A few seconds later, the cold male voice suddenly said: "What are you doing here! Get out!"

Lan Shaotang was shocked.

Mo Xiran couldn't help frowning and growling: "Achen, how could you speak like this! He is your father!"

"Father? Who admitted it!"

"It's true if you don't admit it!"

"You say it again!"

Mo Xiran gritted his teeth, and a low voice from Lan Shaotang beside him rang: "Forget it, I'll leave first."

"Uncle Lan, don't leave!" He grabbed Lan Shaotang's arm and Mo Xiran glared at Zhou Yanchen, "Come in with me and change your clothes before talking about it."

After the words came, she pulled Lan Shaotang into the house with great effort.

Zhou Yanchen blocked the entrance of the living room and the door, not allowing him to open it.

Mo Xiran looked up at him and said coldly: "Go away!"

Zhou Yanchen is about to die of anger.

Seeing that he didn't move, Mo Xiran did it himself and pushed him.

He pulled Lan Shaotang into the living room, and Mo Xiran went to the bedroom to get a dry towel and handed it to Lan Shaotang.

"Uncle Lan, wipe it."

Lan Shaotang took it and couldn't help but glance at the door.

Zhou Yanchen was still standing there.

Mo Xiran looked at him in his eyes and whispered: "Don't worry about him, Uncle Lan, come in with me and I'll find you a set of clothes to change."

Lan Shaotang put down the dry towel and stood up, "No need, I'm going back now."

"No, it's time to catch a cold when wearing wet clothes. You are about the same figure as Achen, so you can wear his clothes."

His clothes.

This made Lan Shaotang a little moved.

It was at this moment that Mo Xiran came up and pulled him into the bedroom.

Zhou Yanchen finally moved, gritted his teeth in resentment, and he quickly walked into the bedroom.

When he opened the wardrobe, Mo Xiran took out a set of Zhou Yanchen's clothes and pants and handed them to Lan Shaotang, "Uncle Lan, change it, put the wet clothes on, I'll wash it for you, I'll go out first."

After Mo Xiran finished speaking, he turned around and saw that the bedroom door was pushed open vigorously. Zhou Yanchen walked in angrily.

"That's my clothes! Put it down!" He growled at Lan Shaotang.

This awkward man!

Mo Xiran frowned and said coldly: "What are your clothes? I bought them for you. I have the right to make the decision! Uncle Lan, don't care about him, you can change your clothes."

"Mo Xiyu!" The veins on Zhou Yanchen's forehead burst out, and he stared at her fiercely.

Mo Xiran stubbornly snorted coldly: "Come out with me, I have something to say to you."

Zhou Yanchen clenched his fists, looked at Lan Shaotang, and went out with Mo Xiran.

"Uncle Lan, please change." After saying a smile, Mo Xiran gently closed the door.

The room was silent.

Lan Shaotang held the clothes and sniffed them at the tip of his nose.

Fresh laundry detergent smell.

This is the smell of my son.

He held his clothes tightly, and he couldn't bear to change them for a long time, just looked at them.

In the living room.

The two stood opposite each other.

Knowing Zhou Yanchen's anger, Mo Xiran took a deep breath, ready to move with him with emotion and reason.

But before she could speak, Zhou Yanchen spoke first: "I advise you that those words don't have to be said, it's useless."

"you!"

He said this, and Mo Xiran was speechless for a moment.

Shaking his head and sighing, she whispered: "Achen, I know that I have taken the initiative today, and it is right for you to be angry. But Uncle Lan is just getting wet in the rain outside. He doesn't want to break the promise and wants to listen to more about you. He really cares about you."
To be continued...