When Mo Haoran enjoyed the gentleness of Rui Jingting, his mouth finally slowly separated. The two people who were shining by the light of love were full of red light, like a pair of fairy couples who had just finished eating ginseng and immortal fruit.

Mo Haoran looked at the blush on Rui Jingting's face, and felt a different kind of joy in his heart. However, Mo Haoran looked at Rui Jingting faintly and smiled, walked forward and touched her smooth and fair face, and said lovingly:

"Jingting, don't be too busy in the company, take good care of yourself. Look, you've lost weight."

When Rui Jingting heard Mo Haoran's warm advice, she felt a sweet feeling of being cared for by her lover. She nodded gently like a little woman and said softly:

"I can do it, Haoran. You have to take good care of yourself."

Mo Haoran slowly moved his hand to Rui Jingting's hair, rubbed it gently on his palm, and said gently:

"I can. But I have to leave. Why do I say that Su Linxiaogang was frightened? As her boss, I have to go and see it."

Rui Jingting raised her head, stared at Mo Haoran's eyes with a look, and said in understanding:

"You go, it's not easy for other girls to participate in this competition. Besides, they have had such a big scandal with you."

After saying that, Rui Jingting burst into laughter. When she thought of the various scandals between Mo Haoran and Su Linxiao, Rui Jingting couldn't help but feel funny. Mo Haoran was embarrassed and touched his head, just like a child who did something wrong.

It was like the spring breeze blowing across the earth, bringing vitality to all things. A beautiful smile floated on the corner of Mo Haoran's mouth, which blew into Rui Jingting's heart, injecting her with a calming agent. Looking at Mo Haoran's smile, Rui Jingting felt that the world was so real and life was so beautiful, just like the gentle spring breeze in her dream.

Under Rui Jingting's gaze, Mo Haoran slowly left her sight. At the door of the company, he started his Audi A6 and galloped away.

Mo Haoran's memory has always been very good. This time he was not accompanied by Rui Jingting. With the fact that he had been there once last time, the route clearly appeared in his mind. He still went straight and did not turn a wrong turn.

It was still the same huddled alley, and Mo Haoran’s only feeling about this place was messy and barren. If Su Linxiao’s home was not here, he would never have had the chance to come here in his life.

He was familiar with the road and he clamped Su Linxiao's door.

However, to Mo Haoran's surprise, there was no response. No one came to open the door for him, and no one responded loudly inside.

He buckled the thick wooden door again, and the door didn't move at all, as if he was a mockery at him. After looking around, he found that the doors of every house were closed, and there was not even a single person asking about the situation.

Mo Haoran hesitated for a while, went out to bathe and shouted loudly:

"Uncle Su, I am Mo Haoran, come to see you."

This growth roar was indeed effective. The windows of every household opened suddenly, and a head was poked out, looking in the direction of Mo Haoran.

The name Mo Haoran is still so extraordinary even if it is left in their slums.

Su Linxiao's door was opened soon, and it was Su Linxiao's father's familiar and old face. When he saw Mo Haoran outside the door, he showed a rare smile and said gently:

In fact, Su Linxiao had heard Mo Haoran's initial roar in the room, and knew that he was worried about the man in his heart and finally came.

For some reason, Su Linxiao hid in his room and always believed that Mo Haoran would come to see her. Sure enough, Mo Haoran did not disappoint her expectations, and was standing at the door waiting for him to open the door.

When Su Linxiao heard Mo Haoran's familiar and nice voice outside the door, he swore a little, tidied up his clothes, and opened the door that had been closed.

What reflected Mo Haoran's eyes was still that beautiful face, but at this moment, the face was still pretty and beautiful, like pear blossoms with rain and crabapples, and the traces of crying were still clearly visible.

Any girl in her twenties will leave all kinds of trauma after a rough attack from a pervert. Su Linxiao is no exception. She is just a girl in her twenties and does not have a strong heart, so she cried, cried all night, and cried very sadly.

Mo Haoran looked at Su Linxiao's crying face. Everything he had thought about was now standing in front of Su Linxiao, but he couldn't say a word.

For some reason, Mo Haoran saw the crying face and suddenly forgot to speak in his heart.

Su Linxiao looked at Mo Haoran with a sad face, unable to speak for a long time. She couldn't help but hold back and smiled, and said:

"Haoran, come in."

Mo Haoran woke up and walked into the boudoir that countless men dreamed of entering. The door clanged and closed heavily, isolating the noise of the whole world from outside the door.

The time at this moment belongs to them.

Mo Haoran looked around Su Linxiao's boudoir for a week and was still very simple. An old desk and a large wardrobe should have been built in the 1990s. The only thing that gave this room a hint of feminine was the furry dolls in the room.

There was only one chair in the whole room. Mo Haoran hesitated for a while and sat on it. It was not good to stand all the time, and it was even worse to sit on Su Linxiao's pink bed sheets, so in the end he sat on the only chair in the room. Su Linxiao looked at Mo Haoran without saying anything for a long time and sat casually on his bed.

For a moment, neither of them spoke first, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

In the end, it was Mo Haoran who broke the silence. He looked at Su Linxiao's face and said heavily:

"Never again."

Su Linxiao looked at Mo Haoran sitting opposite him so serious. When she heard Mo Haoran suddenly say such a sentence for no reason, she couldn't help but ask strangely:

"Nothing will happen again."

Mo Haoran raised his head, looked at Su Linxiao with a look, and said solemnly:

"I will never let you be hurt again."

Sometimes, a word can be worth thousands of words. Mo Haoran usually plays a slick game among the flowers, but at this time, his heart is slightly warm. His short sentence contains his promise to Su Linxiao.

This is a man's promise. From now on, I, Mo Haoran, will never let you Su Linxiao suffer a little bit again.

Su Linxiao looked at Mo Haoran in front of her for a long time and said something like this. Her heart felt warm and she couldn't help but burst into tears again. She choked and started crying again.

This time, Su Linxiao was shedding warm tears and happy tears. No matter how much harm he had suffered before, he collapsed in an instant in a short sentence of Mo Haoran.

The frightened I was last night was quietly lost in tears, leaving me with nostalgia for Mo Haoran's expression.

Mo Haoran looked at Su Linxiao and started crying at this moment. He didn't know what was going on, but he felt panicked and couldn't help but stand up.

Mo Haoran walked to Su Linxiao and said nothing, but suddenly held Su Linxiao's head in his arms.

Mo Haoran will not comfort people, nor will he comfort his beloved girl. He just clumsyly held Su Linxiao's head in his arms out of instinct.

Mo Haoran can only express himself with his own actions. Many times, actions are more useful than pale language.
Chapter completed!