Hey, I'm Leaving Again

"Ah."

"Ah ah!"

"Be careful."

"Ah!"

Without time to react, song ran slides down the stairs with her wheelchair.

Mo Qianxing didn't care about his leg injury, so he pulled song ran into his arms.

"Ranran, Ranran, are you okay? Did you hurt anything?"

The wheelchair rolled down the stairs and fell in all directions.

Mo Qianxing held song ran tightly in his arms and blocked the downward trend with his body.

Song ran tugged Mo Qianxing's clothes tightly with both hands, and her body could not help shaking.

Song ran shook his head and shrunk to Mo Qian's arms.

Mo Qianxing looked at her and thought she was just scared. He patted song ran on the back as if he were saying it was all right.

When the servant in the living room heard the sound, he ran from the kitchen and looked at the wheelchair that had fallen in front of him. He was almost scared to death.

Looking up, fortunately, Mo Qianxing and song ran are all right.

"Mr. Mo, are you and Miss Song ran okay? Mr. Mo, your leg? Do you need to call a doctor?" the servant slowly went upstairs in an inquiring tone, but he didn't dare to get too close to them.

Mo Qianxing released a hand and waved to the servant, which meant to let her step down.

The little girl in his arms was shaking all the time, and the deep memory of Mo Qianxing was awakened again.

In the past, when they were students, song ran was a rash ghost.

Once they went out for a picnic with Si mu. Song ran almost fell down. Mo Qian's punishment was her human flesh pad.

She was a coward and almost scared to death. She thought she was too heavy to crush Mo Qian to death.

After that, people often took it out and laughed at Song ran.

However, only Mo Qianxing knew that song Ran's trembling hands and worried voice, as well as his nervous heartbeat were real at that time.

Song ran, who is so timid and trembling in her arms, has not seen Mo Qianxing for a long time.

Mo Qianxing held song ran in his arms and didn't speak. He didn't intend to blame song ran for being distracted by pushing a wheelchair. It's really rare to get along with song ran for a while.

Song ran didn't shake as much as she had just started.

He moved his arm and looked up at Mo Qianxing's deep eyes. That moment was ten thousand years.

"What's the matter? It's silly to look at me?"

Mo Qianxing's teasing immediately woke song ran up. Then he found that he was in Mo Qianxing's arms and his body became stiff.

Song ran whispered, "sure enough, the capitalists have no good words when they speak."

Mo Qian's punishment is so close to song ran now. Of course, he heard song Ran's muttering, but he didn't pierce her.

"Song ran, I'm a patient now. And now you sit on me and speak ill of me."

Mo Qian Xing's tone was like a naughty child. Song ran remembered that Mo Qian Xing's leg had not fully recovered, but now she was confused and sat on his leg.

Sooner or later, song ran suddenly stood up without giving Mo Qian time to think about punishment.

Just as song ran was about to bend down and help Mo Qianxing up, Mo Qianxing stood up by touching the handrail of the stairs.

"Mo Qianxing, you? You?"

In fact, Mo Qian's heart was also bottomless. He just wanted to try. Unexpectedly, he stood up.

Song ran was so excited to see Mo Qianxing standing up that she had completely forgotten what had just happened.

He first happily turned a circle, and then took the initiative to hold Mo Qian.

Mo Qianxing stood where he was, his chin touched song Ran's hair, and his soft face pasted on Mo Qianxing's chest without warning.

Mo Qianxing was in a great mood. Taking advantage of the situation, he surrounded song ran with his hands and said solemnly, "I just got up. Now my body is a little uncomfortable. Lend me."

Song ran always felt something wrong when she heard this, but she felt that Mo Qianxing was very reasonable.

Just let Mo Qian hold it.

Two people are tired of being crooked, and Mo Qian's cell phone rings again.

After reading the photos in his mobile phone, Mo Qianxing took song Ran's hand and walked in the direction of the study.

Song ran thinks that Mo Qianxing has something to discuss with her at dinner. Now she thinks it's really something.

Is it about her mother? Song Ran is looking forward to it.

Open the door of the study, Mo Qianxing pulls song Ran's hand, puts her on the bookshelf, lowers her head, falls in Song Ran's ear and says, "Song ran, you can't escape."

Song ran now regretted coming to the study with Mo Qianxing. Now it doesn't look like there's something to discuss.

It is obvious that the little white rabbit took the initiative to enter the big gray wolf's nest and threw himself into the net.

Mo Qian's punishment intensified and squeezed out the little space left between Song ran and him.

"Song ran, I don't want to quarrel with you."

Mo Qian Xing lowers his head and greedily sucks the taste belonging to song ran. Song ran unconsciously swallows his saliva.

"Who doesn't want to quarrel with you."

Mo Qianxing was satisfied with this answer and gently kissed song Ran's forehead as a reward.

Song Ran is about to lose control of herself. Obviously, it's not the first time she comes into contact with Mo Qian's punishment, but every time song ran still can't resist the temptation of Mo Qian's punishment.

On the basis of his red cheeks, he is now hot and has no confidence to speak.

"Cough, Mo Qianxing. Didn't you say you had something to discuss with me? If you have something, just say it quickly."

Mo Qianxing knew that song ran was shy at this time. Instead of teasing her, he changed to surround her waist.

The two people were close but some distance, which made song Ran's mind clear a lot.

Mo Qian Xing touched song Ran's head and said, "what do you think of Zheng Yuwei?"

Song ran was a little strange. She tilted her head and asked, "isn't Zheng Yuwei Si Mu's girlfriend? Mo always asked me what to do?"

Before Mo Qianxing spoke, song ran said again, "according to my woman's intuition, she is not a simple woman."

Mo Qianxing looked at her with a serious face, picked his eyebrows and said, "Oh? What's your opinion?"

Song ran gets out of Mo Qian Xing's arms and sits on the sofa. She says bluntly to Mo Qian Xing, "you can still remember that Si Mu brought her to our house for dinner that day."

Mo Qianxing didn't show any sign and motioned her to continue.

"Zheng Yuwei, as a guest who came to our house for the first time, glanced at you from time to time, and after adding my wechat, I always thought her goal was you."

Mo Qianxing said to song ran that our family was happy. He came to song ran and said, "a woman's intuition is always right. Her goal is me."

This kind of words came out of Mo Qianxing's mouth. It was not funny at all. Song Ran's small head melon seeds spun rapidly.

Mo Qianxing looked at Song ran and put his hand into his mouth. He said, "don't bite your nails. You don't have to think about it. I'll explain it to you."

Song ran, who was caught on the spot, had to smile shyly and put her finger down.

Mo Qianxing pulls her hand over. The good name is to supervise song ran not to bite her fingernails.