Lan Shaotang clenched his fists and said sternly: "I owe a lot of money and have gambling debts."

"Money? Could it be that my sister...I...Zhou Yanxi didn't give you money?"

"And, my daughter and wife."

All over his body was shocked!

Yes, it’s normal for him to remarry so many years later, isn’t it?

But for some reason, my heart was stinged.

Zhou Yanchen said nothing and turned around.

Listening to the sound of footsteps gradually disappearing, Lan Shaotang stood in the building for a while before leaving.

...

It has been three days since Pan Ying has not come to work. Mo Xiran is actually very strange, but he knows that he can't ask about it.

She was actually a little worried if Zhou Yanchen knew what he had done to Pan Ying.

Thinking about it in a mess, she arrived at the door of the house.

He took out the key and opened the door and said loudly: "Achen, I'm back."

No one answered.

Not at home?

After closing the door, Mo Xiran bent over and changed into slippers and walked into the living room.

There was no one in the living room, she was stunned for a moment and walked towards the bedroom.

When I opened the door, I saw Zhou Yanchen standing in front of the window.

"Achen, you are at home. I'm calling you, why didn't you agree?"

Zhou Yanchen still didn't speak.

Mo Xiran was surprised and walked over.

Standing behind him, she reached out and touched his arm and asked softly: "Achen, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Yanchen turned around suddenly and hugged her.

"Achen?"

With a light exclaim, her head hit his chest and her waist was tightly clamped, making her almost breathless.

Raising his hand around his thin waist, she asked softly, "What's wrong? Is something going on?"

Zhou Yanchen buried his head in her neck, and his heart gradually calmed down by smelling the smell of her body.

After a long time, the male voice was muffled: "Xixi, you can't leave me, otherwise, I don't know what I will do."

"Well, what can you do? What else can you do?" Mo Xiran said with a smile.

Zhou Yanchen frowned, grabbed Mo Xiran's shoulder, and looked down at her.

Suddenly facing Zhou Yanchen's phoenix eyes, Mo Xiran was immediately startled by the fierceness in his eyes.

Her face turned pale, and she only listened to him and said, "Xixi, I'm not kidding."

"Achen, what's wrong with you?"

Why is it so strange?

"fine."

Holding her again, Zhou Yanchen looked ahead with a deep eyes, silent.

Mo Xiran endured it, but still couldn't help it, and said, "Well, Achen, you're about to strangle me to death now."

After she finished speaking, he let her go.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Mo Xiran smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go cook, what do you want to eat? Ordering dishes is welcome, but not too complicated."

Her smile can always warm people's hearts.

Zhou Yanchen bounced her forehead with his fingers, "It's OK."

"Well, then I'll go out."

"Um."

Turning around and walking out of the bedroom, leaning against the door panel, the smile on Mo Xiran's face disappeared instantly.

She turned her head and looked at the door, and she bit her lip.

Just as I was about to enter the kitchen, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the umbrella on the sofa.

That's not the one she lent to Uncle Lan?

How could it be?

Thinking of something, Mo Xiran picked up the umbrella and returned to the bedroom.

Pushing open the door, she leaned in and shook her umbrella: "Achen, this?"

Zhou Yanchen looked at the umbrella in her hand, and his phoenix eyes darkened.

From his expression, we can tell that he had met Uncle Lan.

So is it because of his abnormal behavior?

"Have you met Uncle Lan?"

Zhou Yanchen didn't say anything, looked at her coldly, his eyes hiding displeasure.

Don't want her to ask?

All right.

Mo Xiran didn't continue asking, stuck out his tongue, closed the door and left.

Putting the umbrella, she went into the kitchen.

Cook rice and cook.

He himself said that he needed time, so she should not intervene too much, so as not to cause his disgust.

Washing vegetables, suddenly, the phone rang.

It's her cell phone.

He quickly came out of the kitchen and happened to be coming over with her cell phone.

"Who is it?"

Zhou Yanchen said in a deep voice: "Your dad."

Shocked, Mo Xiran quickly wiped his hands on the apron and took the phone.

After looking at Zhou Yanchen, she walked to the small balcony connected to the living room.

"Hey, dad!"

"Xixi."

When Mo Jingguo's thick male voice came from the receiver, Mo Xiran automatically raised his smile.

"How are you doing recently? How are you doing?"

"It's pretty good." Mo Jingguo said with a smile, pretending to be angry: "Where is you? It's been so long, and I won't call my father."

There are too many things happening recently, and she hasn't even taken care of it.

Suddenly feeling guilty, Mo Xiran said softly: "Sorry, Dad, I'm a little busy lately."

"Yes, the company's business?" Mo Jingguo asked.

"Well, it's almost the same."

"Xixi." Mo Jingguo called Mo Xiran meaningfully.

Mo Xiran was very strange and couldn't hear him continue to speak, so he had to ask, "Well, I'm listening, Dad, you continue."

"Forget it, it's nothing, you can take good care of yourself."

After saying a few more words, he hung up the phone.

"Why didn't you ask?" Liu Fengyan frowned and looked at Mo Jingguo.

Mo Jingguo sighed, "Let's talk about it later."

Liu Fengyan was a little unhappy, but she couldn't say much.

"What did you say to your dad?"

Zhou Yanchen's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Mo Xiran was in a daze, his voice just pulled her back to the real world.

Looking back, Zhou Yanchen leaned on the door frame and looked at her heavily.
To be continued...