As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Xiaojue suddenly stepped on the brake pedal, and Rolls-Royce stopped suddenly on the side of the road.
Huang Xiaojue braked without warning. Mo Xiaoran suddenly fell forward due to inertia, and his shoulder was pulled a little painful by the seat belt, "What are you doing?"
She looked up innocently, with some grievances in Shui Ling's eyes.
When will Huang Xiaojue get rid of this problem? He always brakes like this. Even if he wants to brake suddenly, he should tell her?
Huang Xiaojue didn't even answer a word, and he didn't hear her words at all. He held the steering wheel in both hands, closed his brown eyes lightly, his heart was irritated, and his mind kept echoing Mo Xiaoran's words—
"She looks very similar to me, right? Moreover, there is also a word 'ran' in her name! Her name is Anran!"
Her name is An Ran...
safely!!!
This is Ran'er's name...
If this name is just his, he would be surprised at most and would not have any other thoughts. But An Ran's appearance had to make him doubt...
"Huang Xiaojue…?"
Mo Xiaoran shouted strangely.
"Huh?" He responded, but was still absent-minded. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the front, started the car, and Rolls-Royce drove slowly and returned to the center of the road.
"What's wrong with you..." Mo Xiaoran asked worriedly. Huang Xiaojue now looks abnormal. In her impression, he seems to be very calm most of the time, and sometimes he is very bad and evil.
Very domineering, but calm!
In short, there will definitely be no expression like he is a little restless in his facial expression!
This doesn't look like he is calm!
"It's okay. I'm just a little tired." Huang Xiaojue smiled faintly, hid the other expressions on his face, and made a hand to squeeze Mo Xiaoran's little face with a doting hand, "Girl, are you caring about me?
”
"...No!" Mo Xiaoran disguised her face.
He smiled evilly, "Women just like to talk badly."
"No, no! You are rude!"
...
The topic was then transferred away by Huang Xiaojue. Although Mo Xiaoran noticed a little bit of Huang Xiaojue's strangeness, he didn't take it too seriously.
* * * * *
Time flies, and another week passed in the blink of an eye, and Mo Xiaoran and An Ran became friends who could talk about everything.
That morning, as soon as Mo Xiaoran walked into the classroom, she was at a loss by the scene in front of her.
I saw that in the seat, I was lying at the table, wiping my eyes hard from a pack of tissues. But tears kept hitting out of her eyes.
Mo Xiaoran suddenly panicked, and she hurried over, "Sophie...ah...what is wrong with you? Who bullies you?" She called her Sophie.
Mo Xiaoran clenched his fists in anger, then hurriedly reached out to wipe An Ran's tears.
"Woo...No..." An Ran sobbed and said intermittently, "I...I'm homeless..."