Hey, I'm Leaving Again

Song ran walks into the room. The dry lacrimal gland seems to be stretched no longer. Tears flow down. Mo Qian's punishment still made her sad so easily.

Mo Qianxing was heartbroken downstairs, but he could only pretend not to care.

He knows that the Lin family sent Lin Yurou here with bad intentions, but he does apologize to Lin Yurou. He can only let song ran cooperate with him unknowingly.

If the Lin family knows that they care too much about song ran, the Lin family is bound to see song ran as a thorn in the eye, and song Ran's existence is in jeopardy. So he can't take the risk, even if it makes song ran and himself sad.

Even Mo Qian couldn't tell whether he hated or possessed song ran, or was used to it, or was reluctant to give up, or was the love he didn't want to admit.

When song ran cleaned up the room, she found that she had not left much trace in the room.

Just some clothes, skin care products, cosmetics, and a few bags.

Song Ran is not a vain girl. She likes to buy luxury goods and show off her wealth. She wears clothes with a low profile, but it is also a style she can't imitate.

Song ran moved everything to the opposite guest room and suddenly remembered that she didn't take her own storage box. There are diaries written by song ran. From knowing Mo Qian's punishment to liking Mo Qian's punishment, and falling in love with Mo Qian's punishment, song ran carefully wrote them down in his favorite books.

However, the diary came to an abrupt end one day more than five years ago. Song ran never wrote a word in that diary again.

There is also a pink rabbit given to him by Mo Qianxing in the storage box. Song ran opens the box, smiles at the little rabbit, sighs and turns downstairs.

"I've finished moving the room." Song ran says coldly to Mo Qianxing.

"Very good." Mo Qianxing replied, then facing several servants, "you carry all miss Lin's luggage up."

"Yes," the servants answered in unison.

Song Ran is ready to go upstairs with the servants to clean the room. She turns around and is about to go upstairs.

"Wait, what are you doing upstairs?" Mo Qian asked song ran.

"Clean the room."

"You have to do it yourself? Won't you have someone clean it?"

"Mo Qianxing, if I ask someone to clean it, will you say I don't deserve instructions? I'm afraid you won't be satisfied with what I do?"

Mo Qianxing sneered, "Song ran, I didn't expect you to have a good eye. I know what you do is wrong with me."

"So please Mr. Mo ignore me directly."

Mo Qianxing didn't continue his dialogue with song ran. He turned to Lin Yurou and said, "Yurou, I'll take you up to see your new room."

When Lin Yurou saw that song ran was punished by Mo Qian and asked to move the room, she was severely humiliated. She was very happy and proud. Now Mo Qianxing takes the initiative to take her to see the room. Lin Yurou is even more happy.

"Mo Qianxing, if you had done this to me earlier, maybe I wouldn't hate you like I do now." Lin Yurou said in her heart, "Song ran, song ran, your good days are coming to an end."

Mo Qianxing and Lin Yurou go to song Ran's room.

He still remembered that he had been tossing clouds and rain on this big bed with song ran.

Mo Qianxing looks at Lin Yurou and directs his servants where to put everything. Song Ran has never had such arrogance and mystery superiority. This feeling disgusts Mo Qianxing, but he can only endure it.

On the contrary, song ran always has an affinity, lively and lovely, kind to everything, but now Song ran, the former liveliness has disappeared, and a melancholy and calm atmosphere surrounds song ran.

"Mr. Mo, Miss Lin, there is no room for clothes in the wardrobe." the maid aunt of the Mohist family came and said.

"I can't put down my clothes at this point? It's only a small part of my clothes!"

The servant's aunt looked embarrassed, "Miss Lin, this..."

Mo Qianxing went over and saw that the two wardrobes installed were really not big, but song ran put all his clothes in it all year round, and he didn't mention that the space in the wardrobe was not enough. Now Lin Yurou just brought a small part of his clothes and couldn't put them down.

Is song Ran's clothes really rare compared with Lin Yurou's?

Mo Qianxing thought, "Yurou, I'll have someone order the wardrobe and send it over to install it."

"Qian Xing, you are very kind to me."

When the servants heard this whiny tone, their goose bumps would shake down.

Song Ran is busy in the opposite guest room. There is no servant to help her. Song Ran is busy sweating in winter.

There are few people in the Mohist family, so there are not many servants. The servants are lazy because Mo Qianxing doesn't often go home. The guest room will be cleaned only when he receives the news that someone will live in in advance. At this time, a lot of dust has fallen in the corners.

Song ran was not a spoiled young lady before, but she really didn't do this kind of work. Now she is always in a hurry and doesn't know the order.

Song ran didn't wear a mask when cleaning the corner. The dust splashed and choked song ran to sneeze twice in a row.

Mrs. Wang couldn't stand it. "Mr. Mo, Miss Song has never done such heavy work. Can I help her?"

Lin Yurou glared at Ma Wang fiercely, then changed her tone and began to sell miserably, "humble punishment, or do you want me to help Ranran? I'm not as spoiled as Ranran."

Mo Qian looked at Lin Yurou and opened his mouth coldly. It was a short word, "no need."

Lin Yurou then said, "Qian Xing, although Ranran didn't want to vacate the room, said a lot of vicious words, and accidentally threw me down, I don't blame her. I want to be a good sister with her in the Mohist School in the future. Don't punish her because of me. Let me help Ranran."

"I said no! You're still pregnant. It's not good to do this kind of work, and I promised Aunt Liu to take good care of you."

Mo Qianxing deliberately said these two sentences loudly enough for song ran in the opposite room to hear. Mo Qianxing wants to know what song ran will do when she hears this. It's best to be jealous, but song ran doesn't respond. She doesn't even lift her head.

Song ran listened very clearly, but why should she care?

Mo Qianxing saw that song ran, who had no response, was slightly angry, and then said, "what's more, it was this woman who asked for nothing and didn't know what to do."

Song ran still listened clearly and didn't lift her head.

When Lin Yurou heard these words, the corners of her mouth would rise above her nose, and her body was floating.

Song ran finally spread the sheets, stood up and patted her palm. "It's done! Yeah!" she didn't look sad and depressed at all. Mo Qian was even more angry. He wanted to put song ran in the right place now.