Even if they are not lovers, they are close enough during those years, just like they are now. (First release)

"If nothing is wrong, why not go back early?"

"Cao Kun once contacted me and said that Uncle An was not in good health recently. He fell ill several times, but he never told you. If nothing happened, Ranran, can you go back and see him first?"

It was less than a month before the New Year was over. An Ran had thought about when he would go home for the New Year. Mayor Chen mentioned it to her several times, meaning that she could leave at any time and hand over the pile of stalls in her hands to others to deal with.

She just didn't expect that Mo Huaiyuan would mention Da at this time.

"...When?" asked this question with a little difficulty. The little woman thought that he had probably decided the time for her.

He Mo Huaiyuan never fights unprepared battles.

He definitely won't, and he will wait until she nodded in person before preparing everything.

Mo Huaiyuan pursed his lips, gently brushing his pale face, leaving no trace left. He stroked her face with his hand, lowered his head and said hoarsely: "Tomorrow."

The plane tomorrow afternoon.

So urgent.

The little woman felt very confused in her heart for a moment. She came to comfort him like this after listening to Lin Yitong's words, and - no! She herself wanted to come close to this man who was like a wounded beast, but now, she was in his arms, even though she was still smiling indifferently and charmingly on her lips, but the awkward distance made her frightened and scared.

He said he told himself to go back early. As a guardian for many years, she suddenly panicked when she heard this.

His little hand unconsciously grabbed his clothes.

Her pale little face raised, and she looked at him with a look in her watery eyes, and asked in a very low voice: "...are you going together?"

For so many years, he has been with her wherever he goes.

Mo Huaiyuan smiled faintly on his lips, paused, and explained softly: "My location is the deputy city..."

"cannot."

"Ranran... I can't go back with you this time, it's an exception..." He spoke in a low voice, and his palm gently patted the back of her head, "There is someone in the secretary's office going on a business trip tomorrow, and I'll ask them to accompany you."

Over the years, An Ran didn't refuse to listen to Mo Huaiyuan's arrangements. But when he heard that he would not go back with him, An Ran's heart suddenly disappeared. She didn't know how to understand. In the gap where the conflict between the two people had not yet been explained clearly, he told him to go back first, was he going to calm down each other?

Or, he also wants to try it apart from each other for a while?

Her little head wrapped in messy hair and gently nestled in his arms. The feeling of loss and fear was indescribable and inexplicable. In the past, Anran used to be domineering at him and screamed loudly, but no one could change the things she decided. But now, regardless of whether she was feeling lost or not, Anran knew one thing so surely - Mo Huaiyuan's words, she listened.

Gradually, she accepted this fact, got up from his arms, and stood aside.

Mo Huaiyuan's face slightly tilted to the side, and his charm was revealed without any stop.

"The air ticket has been bought, right?"

She asked.

He paused, nodded, and said, "If you don't think it's good, you can change it."

The end of the year is approaching, and the two of them are so quarrels like this, and they should have a calm and buffering stage. An Ran agreed and pointed her little head. Somehow she felt a little desolate. She was obedient, if Mo Huaiyuan asked her to leave.

"No need to change it. The time is pretty good tomorrow afternoon. Is it true that you just said that my dad got sick several times?"

Mo Huaiyuan nodded, remembering the feeling after hearing the news: "Cao Kun said that it has been a while, and it has had several attacks, and it has been extremely serious. Ranran, don't give him too much trouble when you go back this time, do you know?"

All of the words he said were for her good.

This time, An Ran heard clearly and understood, and his heart was like a mirror, and he no longer needed anyone to give her any advice.

She had clearly realized it herself.

It was winter after all, and she was wearing thicker clothes. An Ran nodded. After agreeing, she walked to the door and wanted to go out. Her little hand held the door handle and was so cold that she was shocked. Before she opened the door, the man behind her looked at her back as she left straight, but her heart was pulled up. Looking at her, she screamed in a hoarse voice: "An Ran."
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