Old Mrs. Zhou also said that she was the simplest, but she told such a big lie.

Back in the room, Mo Xiran threw herself on the big bed and grabbed the pillow in depression.

Very annoying!

It's so annoying!

Should I just say it now?

As soon as the idea popped up, Mo Xiran immediately denied it.

The New Year is coming soon. After the New Year, she will say it after the New Year.

Finally found an excuse to continue escaping, Mo Xiran exerted Ah Q's spirit and adjusted his depression in a short while.

"bell……"

The cell phone rang.

She reached out to grab her cell phone from the bedside table and saw the caller, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

"Hey, dad."

"Xixi."

In the earpiece, a sound of Mo Jingguo's full of energy came.

Listening to my father's kind voice, Mo Xiran was in a good mood.

"Dad, how are you doing recently?"

"It's OK." Mo Jingguo said, and then changed the topic: "Xixi, I heard from your mother that you won't come back for the New Year this year?"

"Ah? That, yes, there is something wrong with the company this year, I..."

"What's the matter? You don't come back to celebrate the New Year with your father at such a close distance?"

"dad……"

My heart felt sad, and Mo Xiran's voice unconsciously acted coquettishly, "Why don't I want to accompany you to celebrate the New Year? It's really a problem."

When you tell a lie, you must use more lies to complete it.

So, if possible, don't lie.

After finally comforting my father, he hung up the phone, and Mo Xiran became depressed again.

Lying on the bed, she looked at the ceiling, stunned and dazed.

After all, Mo Xiran did not spend this New Year with her father, but she did not stay in the Zhou family.

“Go out for a trip?”

Zhou Yanxi frowned and looked at Zhou Yanchen, "The New Year is about family reunion, why are you still taking Xixi out?"

Zhou Yanchen didn't speak, playing with Mo Xiran's fingers.

Old Mrs. Zhou patted the back of her daughter's hand and said with a smile: "Okay, you want to take Xixi out for fun."

"Mom?" Zhou Yanxi frowned, "Zhouran and Xiaoxia are not coming back, you let them go out again, so we are so deserted this year."

"Isn't there me and my elder brother?" Zhou Changxi bit the apple and muttered, "How could it be deserted?"

"I forgot, and you are the pistachio." Zhou Yanxi said with a smile, looking at his sister-in-law Wang Ruoqing.

Wang Ruoqing smiled but said nothing, but his fingers tightened silently.

The status of the Zhou family is getting worse day by day, and such a day must end.

In the room.

"You heard it too. They don't take us seriously at all. What do you think?"

Looking at his son, Wang Ruoqing looked anxious, "Zhou Xian told me, you haven't nodded yet, Chang Long, what are you waiting for?"

Zhou Changlong rubbed the edge of the cup, took a sip of the wine, raised his eyes and looked at his mother, "It's not the time yet, and he hasn't shown me the cards in his hand."

"you mean?"

"He wants the Zhou family, but there is only one Zhou family."

"Changlong."

"Mom, don't worry, I have my own plans for this matter."

"Well, this is the best. Also, Chang Long, have you figured out what I told you last time? I have already contacted the Yuan family. Although I have dated Yan Chen, it doesn't matter."

"Mom." Frowning, Zhou Changlong drank the wine in the wine glass, "I have no interest in Yuan Xinyi at this point."

"What do you think? It's time to think about your own affairs. A wife from a good family background will help you."

"I don't need those." Zhou Changlong whispered with a squinted eyes.

...

The morning before New Year's Eve, Mo Xiran was dug out of the quilt by Zhou Yanchen in his sleep.

"What are you doing?"

Her voice was also sleepy and cute, and her little face was wrinkled together.

She was just tossed by this person until the early morning last night, and she is still tired now.

"I'm leaving, don't be lazy." Pinching the tip of her nose, Zhou Yanchen leaned over to block her mouth.

"Um!"

Mo Xiran's eyes widened and was kissed by him.

He let go of the tip of her nose.

Mo Xiran beat his shoulder.

Mo Xiran pursed her lips and whispered: "It's not said it."

"Yeah." Nodded, Zhou Yanchen sat up and pulled her up at the same time, "Pack up our things, we will go to the airport in two hours."

...

City b.

The central city, an international city, has ancient architecture and civilization.

I heard that I was going to City B, Mo Xiran was very surprised.

What she likes most is to look at these ancient things. Compared with foreign countries, of course, our own is more valuable and interesting.

The plane landed, and Zhou Yanchen took her out of the VIP channel.

There had been people who had arranged arranging a long time ago. When they saw Zhou Yanchen and Mo Xiran, the man said respectfully: "Hello, CEO, and hello, Madam."

Now called Madam, Mo Xiran has adapted to it more than before.

Zhou Yanchen took the car keys from the man, and someone moved their luggage to a black BMW.

When they arrived at the hotel they were staying, Zhou Yanchen booked the presidential suite and completed the check-in procedures, so they went to the room to rest.

Mo Xiran took a shower first and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to look outside.

The snow covered the city B, and it was covered with whiteness.

In Ancheng, she had hardly seen snow, so all this was novel to her.

Soon, a sound came from behind.

Mo Xiran turned around and saw Zhou Yanchen walking out while wiping his hair.

"Achen, look, the snow is so beautiful."

"I haven't seen enough on the way here?" Zhou Yanchen curled his lips and smiled, and walked over.

He hugged her from behind, and he kissed her neck, his hands were not honest.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"What do you think?"

Zhou Yanchen approached her earlobe, and his male voice was deep.

Mo Xiran's face turned red and hesitated: "You, don't, I'm very hungry, I haven't eaten yet."

"I'll eat you first."

After saying that, he picked her up and strode towards the big bed.

As soon as he put the person down, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Someone." Mo Xiran stretched her neck and murmured.

Zhou Yanchen lowered his curse, pulled the bathrobe on one side and put it on, and walked to open the door.

The door opened and a low-flat sounded.

“surrise!”
To be continued...