Chapter 15 Making Little Dolls
"Mom." Ling Ranran had just experienced such a catastrophe, and now when she heard her mother's voice, the tense string in her heart was almost broken.

"Ran Ran, what's wrong with you? Why is your voice so strange? Are you crying?" Shangguan Wan asked anxiously.

"No, I just have a cold."

Seeing her lying there, Mo Shiyi still only felt distressed.

He took off his coat silently and put it on for her with his own hands.

He was so angry just now that he didn't notice that the clothes on her body were torn. Seeing those bruises, he clenched his fists tightly, feeling that those punches just now were too light.

Ling Ranran hung up the phone, seeing that he was only wearing a single shirt, and the weather in early winter was still a bit cold, she bit her lips, "Aren't you cold?"

Mo Shiyi became irritated for no reason, "Ran Ran, you are worried about your mother and me, so can't you worry more about yourself?"

When he said it, he regretted it. She had just experienced such a thing, so her spirit should be very fragile, right?

Alas, it's also his fault. Since childhood, he has always cared about her, and he has never been in a relationship. Naturally, he doesn't know how to take care of girls.

"Ran Ran, I'm sorry, I just..."

Ling Ranran raised her head and looked at him with shining eyes.

Mo Shiyi's throat was clogged, and his face was a little hot.

"Just what?" Ling Ranran had never seen him hesitate like this before, and she couldn't help but look forward to it, but she didn't know what she was looking forward to.

Silly girl, he is already with Su Xijun, do you still expect him to be in two boats?

"I just like you too much."

Ling Ranran's eyes widened, but the pupils were constricted. There was no surprise in his eyes, only surprise, anger, and some things he couldn't understand.

Although Mo Shiyi felt that her reaction was not what she wanted, he still said slowly, "Do you remember those jokes my mother made when I was young?"

Of course Ling Ranran remembered that when Mo Shiyi was six years old and she was only four years old, Mo's mother came to her house and told them that Mo Shiyi had a beautiful dream yesterday.

At that time, Mo Shiyi stood proudly by the side, but Mo's mother vividly imitated his tone and spoke out all his dreams.

"Ling Ranran, I want to marry you, I want to earn a lot of money, and make you the most beautiful bride in the world."

The young self looked at him, and asked childishly, "Brother Shi Yi, is it fun to be a bride?"

Mo Shiyi blushed, but still explained according to her understanding, "It's fun, you can buy a lot of floral dresses and beautiful shoes."

She patted her fleshy palms, "Okay, okay, I want to make dolls with you, just like mom and dad."

The newly sensible Mo Shiyi blushed even more.

The face of the arrogant little boy in the memory and Mo Shiyi's handsome face overlapped together, but now he is no longer cold, with a touch of drowning tenderness in his eyes, warm hands holding her little face, " From then on, I knew it wasn't a joke at all."

"When I was a child, I saw you playing with other boys, and I would pull you away immediately. When I saw other boys giving you candy, I would throw the candy away angrily, and tell you that if you eat too much, your teeth will fall out. Light. When I grow up, I realize that these are all love."

If before seeing that scene, Ling Ranran might have been so happy that she couldn't find her way out, thinking that she was the happiest woman in the world.

But... Now that she has seen him kissing Su Xijun with her own eyes, how could he calmly tell her that he likes her after kissing another woman?

(End of this chapter)

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