Dear, Let's Make it Public

"What is the power of love? Don't you and Chen Mo talk to each other? It's boring every day. "

Jiang Yu is in his own company, so Jiang Haonan often sees Chen Moyu come to look for him, but he doesn't understand. It is obvious that they have been together for such a long time. They can still fall in love like they did at the beginning, and they don't even feel bored at all.

After a look at the time, Jiang Yu took his mobile phone and was ready to leave.

As the leader was about to leave, Jiang Haonan asked in a low voice.

"Jiang Yu, won't you get tired of being together with Chen Moyu for such a long time?"

Jiang Yu doubted that Jiang Haonan asked such a question, but he answered it seriously.

"No, not because I love her."

Seeing the firmness on Jiang Yu's face, Jiang Haonan grinned at himself and raised his arm and waved it.

When asked about the taste of tea, Jiang Haonan suddenly wanted to drink a glass of red wine. He did not know where Jiang Yu's happiness came from. He only knew that if song Yanran had not felt for himself, he might give up first.

Even if he has persisted for such a long time, but also can not offset these days this woman to own indifference and indifference.

Before at least, there was another thought.

Seeing Jiang Yu take away Chen Mo language through the gate, Jiang Haonan suddenly has some heartache, song Yanran.

But he didn't call back the man standing at the door. He thought, if song Yanran left at this time, he would not take care of it.

Unexpectedly, song Yanran stayed outside for a while, unexpectedly walked back.

Song Yanran is holding her straw hat that Chen Mo Yu has just made up. Song Yanran looks at the person in front of her and hesitates to sit beside the man.

"What's the matter with you?"

Song Yanran's body to upload a very thick fragrance of flowers, Jiang Haonan looked at the people around him, frowned and covered his nose.

After a while, Jiang Haonan began to speak hard.

"I'm allergic to pollen."

After hearing this man's words, song Yanran reacted with hindsight and threw the wreath in her hands outside. She returned to Jiang Haonan's side, and her eyes were filled with worries that could not be concealed.

Gently holding song Yanran's hand, who knows not to wait for her to meet, song Yanran directly pulled out her hand.

Seeing Jiang Haonan's face hurt, song Yanran just said.

"It was because there was no way. Now you can't touch me any more."

Hearing song Yanran's words, Jiang Haonan nods helplessly. He lies on the sofa and looks at Song Yanran with his head tilted.

Without Jiang Haonan's words, song Yanran simply lay down. She said a lot to Chen Mo just now. When she heard what Jiang Haonan had done to herself, Chen Mo Yu was not too supportive of staying. So she had to think about a good way out and what she should do.

Reach out a hand to touch song Yanran's face, Jiang Haonan looks like a child who gets a toy and says happily.

"Your skin is so good, it looks like a child, and it's bouncy."

With that, Jiang Haonan not only stretched out his hand but also touched it.

Looking back at the people beside him, song Yan Ran wriggled his lips and swallowed what he wanted to say.

Looking at Song Yanran without words, Jiang Haonan put his legs on the table.

"You don't want that wreath of yours." It has not been such a pleasant time in Nu Wa library for a long time. Being changed by the environment here, Jiang Haonan's voice is very lazy.

"No, aren't you allergic?"

She's not a child anymore. She won't remember what she doesn't need.

Although song Yanran said so, she still couldn't give up. She gently clenched song Yanran's finger, and Jiang Haonan said.

"I'll give you a better one for your birthday."

Looking at Jiang Haonan nodded, song Yanran didn't take it as one thing at all.

She fell asleep unconsciously. Song Yanran went back to herself in her sleep. When she went to Su xuan'an to ask for a divorce agreement, her face turned into Jiang Haonan's. The man took her hand and refused to let her go out no matter how she pleaded.

With a burst of dizziness, song Yanran woke up to find that she was imprisoned in a cage, no matter how she cried, no one paid attention to her.

Gradually came the voice of a man, song Yanran wanted to wake up, but did not fail.

"Yanran, Yanran, wake up, are you having a nightmare?"

The man's voice is more and more gentle, song Yanran wants to wake up, but she can't open her eyes.

She stretched out her hand, feeling that her hand was held by someone, and she held each other forcefully, as if she had managed to catch a life-saving straw.

A face anxious to sit beside song Yanran, Jiang Haonan had no choice but to open his mouth and bite on song Yanran's hand.

Originally he was ready to bite song Yanran's mouth, but in order not to let himself be said to be a rogue, he could only bite on the hand of which woman first.Hearing a scream, Jiang Haonan loosened his mouth.

"Ah..."

Sweating at Jiang Haonan, song Yanran gasped for breath. She didn't expect that she would have such a terrible dream.

Even when she woke up, she was afraid to see Jiang Haonan's face.

Seeing song Yanran hiding himself, Jiang Haonan got worried and asked her.

"Yanran, did you have a nightmare? It's all right now. "

Song Yanran's frail appearance frightened Jiang Haonan. He didn't dare to act rashly. He could only try to ask a little bit.

Although afraid, but song Yanran still looked at Jiang Haonan, nodded and said.

"Well, I had a nightmare."

A sad face grabs song Yanran's hand. Jiang Haonan is afraid that if he hugs her, song Yanran will directly resist himself.

The warmth of Jiang Haonan's palm spreads through his palm. Song Yanran takes a look at the people around him, and he leans on it.

Staring at the man in his arms, Jiang Haonan gently put his arm around Song Yanran's shoulder, and his words were also stuttering.

"Yanran, you, you..."

Like did not hear this man's words, song Yanran immersed in warmth, has been three years, she has not been so down-to-earth.

Although Su xuanan will not do anything to herself, she still shrinks herself into a group when she is sleeping and tries to reduce her sense of being when she is alone.

She didn't know what she should do. During her three years in the Su family, she had almost no freedom. After a long time, she didn't even know who to talk to.

Feeling song Yanran's shaking, Jiang Haonan hugged her tightly. Song Yanran seemed to find a warm little beast, holding on to Jiang Haonan's hand, and even made a mark.