To put it bluntly, Mo Xiaoran is allowed to serve him anytime, anywhere. "Wife agreement?!" Nan Xixuan's eyes widened, "I didn't expect that, Huang Xiaojue, you are quite creative..."
"...Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and talk quickly." Huang Xiaojue urged impatiently.
Nan Xixuan hesitated for a moment, "Well, actually, it's not a big deal..."
"Nan Xixuan, don't joke with me! It's not a big deal, why did you call me out?!"
"..." Nan Xixuan took a deep breath. It seemed that what needed to be said had to be said sooner or later, "That's it, Jue, I've probably found out Mo Xiaoran's identity..."
"How is it?" In an instant, Huang Xiaojue's impatience disappeared, and he suddenly came over, his eyes eager, and his heart beat uncontrollably.
Nan Xixuan glanced at Huang Xiaojue and swallowed his words again. After a few seconds, he slowly spoke, "Well, Mo Xiaoran is indeed An Ran..."
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Nan Xixuan was the only one left. He was sitting by the window drinking red wine, thinking about Huang Xiaojue's violent reaction just now... Hehe, in all these years, brother, he has never seen Huang Xiaojue so excited. He almost
As soon as I heard the "good news", I rushed out of the door and ran all the way home.
Now Huang Xiaojue will definitely start to hurt Mo Xiaoran very much...
Nan Xixuan smiled. He had always felt that Mo Xiaoran was a unique and good girl. Instead of worrying whether she was safe or not, Huang Xiaojue should treat her well. Mo Xiaoran and Huang Xiaojue were really well matched.
Together they will give people the illusion that they are a couple.
That's why he always hesitated. So until the end, he didn't tell Huang Xiaojue the truth.
Next to Nan Xixuan, a document was placed, which clearly stated: Mo Xiaoran, the biological daughter of the Mo family, has no blood relationship with the An family.
This is the truth.
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Mo Xiaoran looked at Huang Xiaojue strangely. Why was Huang Xiaojue so strange today? He kept looking at her with a look in his eyes...
That look in her eyes gave her an indescribable feeling, like a bit of ambiguity, or even a sense of attachment...
How is that possible, Mo Xiaoran, you are thinking too much! Just concentrate on cooking!
Mo Xiaoran reminded herself angrily and vigorously stir-fried the lean carrot shreds in the pot.
After covering the pot and simmering for a while, Mo Xiaoran began to cut vegetables. At the same time, Huang Xiaojue's eyes stayed on her, "Ah!"
Without paying attention, Mo Xiaoran actually cut her finger, and red blood immediately flowed out, staining the blade red.
"How stupid."
An angry but endearing voice sounded behind her, and then a big hand reached out, snatched the kitchen knife from her hand and threw it aside, then picked up Mo Xiaoran in the air.
"Ah hey...what are you doing?" Mo Xiaoran kicked her legs in fear, but her small movements had no effect on resisting. Huang Xiaojue carried her to the edge of the pool. Under her surprised eyes, he carefully
He cleaned the wounds on her hands.
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Aha, beauties, you can let go of your nervousness. Thank you to our great Nan Hee-hyun. However, happiness is temporary, ahem, you still have to be mentally prepared at all times...