The pain also burned the nerves, making her unable to think.

The traces of the five fingers gradually became clear on Wei Qing's cheeks, which showed that the person who was attacking was really exerting force.

Mo Xiran breathed heavily, staring at Wei Qing tremblingly.

How could she say this?

Fei Ye is her biological child!

Is this what people say?

After a while, Wei Qing realized it.

Turning her face, she looked at Mo Xiran in disbelief, "You, you hit me?"

Angry and laughing.

Mo Xiran gritted his teeth and said, "Well, I'll hit you if I hit you! What's wrong? You're so cute, I'm not convinced!"

The stubborn Mo Xiran is back.

Provoking, she is serious.

Wei Qing held her forehead and the veins burst out with anger.

Raise her hand and she will give her a reply.

But his arm was tightly held by a slender finger in the air.

"what you do!"

The cold and cold male voice suddenly appeared.

Mo Xiran was also shocked and turned around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw someone.

"Achen."

Zhou Yanchen shook Wei Qing's arm away and hugged Mo Xiran's shoulder.

"What happened?"

"I..." Mo Xiran opened her mouth and was embarrassed to say that she had hit Wei Qing.

Wei Qing cried in tears, her eyes whimpered red: "Yan Chen, it was her who hit me first."

Zhou Yanchen's sword eyebrows sterned, and his eyes fell on Wei Qing's face.

Sure enough, there were fingerprints on it.

Mo Xiran was not afraid, and he was stalking his neck. Even if Zhou Yanchen said that she was not afraid.

"Is it okay?"

A gentle male voice came.

Wei Qing's body stiffened with hatred.

Mo Xiran gritted his teeth, but found that Zhou Yanchen said that sentence to him.

Then, her hand was held and lifted up by him.

"Does it hurt?"

Mo Xiran swallowed and whispered: "That, I used this hand to hit it."

As she said that, she raised her right arm.

Zhou Yanchen curled his lips and smiled in a doting way.

He held her other hand and blew it on his thin lips.

If that's right, it seems that the person who hits someone is himself.

Is it Wei Qing the one who was beaten?

This person!

Laughed.

How did he act like he was the one who was wronged?

"I, I'm fine, you, be careful." Withdrawing his hand, Mo Xiran twisted his body embarrassedly.

Wei Qing was completely dead.

Zhou Yanchen didn't even look at her, and hugged Mo Xiran and walked towards the Zhou family villa.

Wei Qing tidied up outside, and came in an hour later, and took Feiye away.

Fei Ye was a little reluctant to let go of the cute buns, and Old Lady Zhou and Zhou Yanxi were also reluctant to let Fei Ye go. However, since Wei Qing came to pick up the child, they did not stand not to let her take Fei Ye away.

After Meng Baozi slept at night, Mo Xiran returned to the room.

Zhou Yanchen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, not knowing what he was thinking.

She walked over, reached out from behind, and hugged him.

Zhou Yanchen lowered his eyes and looked at the little hands that were overlapping in front of him and held them.

Turning around, he looked at her.

Mo Xiran looked at the tip of his shoe with his head down and whispered: "I will reflect on it. I did something wrong today."

"Oh?" Zhou Yanchen whispered, picking up her jaw, "What have you done wrong?"

Mo Xiran sighed and shook his head: "I shouldn't have beaten Wei Qing."

"What did she say? You can't control yourself?"

Mo Xiran thought about it for a while, but still didn't tell him.

He would definitely feel sad when he heard that.

She didn't believe Wei Qing at all, she believed in him.

He took the initiative to snuggle into his arms, and Mo Xiran whispered: "Anyway, it's just some bad things."

Not nice?

How bad can she sound? Can she hit someone?

Zhou Yanchen wanted to continue asking, but judging from her appearance, she probably didn't want to let herself know.

"Tired?" he stroked her hair.

Mo Xiran shook her head and looked out the window at night.

"Achen, I want to start moving back to the apartment tomorrow."

Zhou Yanchen paused her fingers and asked indifferently: "Why?"

"Well, Yuyu lives alone and will be afraid at night."

This is just an excuse.

"Xixi."

Push her away from her arms and you can see her face.

Mo Xiran exhaled and whispered: "Okay, I think it's not good to live here."

"What's wrong with that?"

"We, we don't, it's not good for me to live here."

Finally I understand.

Zhou Yanchen hugged her and said, "When my dad gets ready, can we get the certificate?"

"Hey!" grabbed his clothes and said unhappily: "Your proposal is too simple. I didn't have time to say to you last time, diamond ring, flowers, kneeling, you don't have any."

"Is there any need for that?" Zhou Yanchen snorted coldly, "You are not that vulgar, are you?"

Mo Xiran was almost angry with him and said loudly: "Sorry, Mr. Zhou, I'm so vulgar! It's useless for you to have these things now! If you don't want a more special proposal, don't think I'll promise you!"

"Xixi, Xixi." Holding her, shaking, Zhou Yanchen said domineeringly: "All sons have been born, we plan to have another one, so don't do these forms."

But Mo Xiran doesn't appreciate this discussion.

In the end, the two people did not make a reconciliation.

Mo Xiran threw a tantrum and drove Zhou Yanchen to the tatami to sleep.

Poor Zhou Yanchen waited for her to fall asleep before he came back quietly.

He got into the quilt and hugged the person. He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes.

The person in his arms curled his lips slightly and rubbed deep into his arms.

...

Zhou's family.

Mu Mu made coffee and knocked on the door of the president's office.
To be continued...