"I understand." Behind, Huang Xiaojue's always calm voice mixed with anger, and his brown eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously, "Auntie, no matter what, you must not take a step out of the house! Xiaoran, I will find it."
After saying that, he hung up the phone fiercely, and his whole body exuded a horrible aura of anger. His deep brown eyes stared at the man froze in front of him, his eyes sharp and terrifying, "Mo Xiaoran was taken away by someone...
…This should be done by your old lover, right?”
"How did you know it must be sophie..." Mu Yunchen turned his head slightly, and glanced at Huang Xiaojue who was trying hard to endure and furious from the corner of his eyes, "I will help you find sophie to ask clearly."
"No!" He glared with brown eyes, "Mo Xiaoran is my woman!!"
"..." Mu Yunchen was speechless. Is this the time when Emperor Xiaojue should dominate?
Knowing that it was useless to talk to him more, he turned around and left. As soon as he walked away, he immediately called Sophie.
He was not interested in dealing with Huang Xiaojue's affairs and was not interested in challenging his possessiveness, but Mo Xiaoran was a friend and he had to take care of it.
The phone was connected, and An Ran seemed to have expected what Mu Yunchen would ask, and before he could speak, he murmured softly, "Chen, you really fall in love with her, you are so worried about her..."
As soon as she tied Mo Xiaoran to her hand, his phone number came...
An Ran sneered in self-deprecatingly. Now, in his eyes, in the eyes of the man who once praised her to heaven, is there any other her?
"Sophie, you are simply obsessed with it!" Hearing her words, Mu Yunchen could basically confirm that she had taken away the person. Her gentle and low voice suddenly brought anger, "Let her go, be obedient!"
How could the innocent and pure sophie become like this?
He thought that these things were handled by her mother, and she would not have the will or would have the courage to really do such things...
But he miscalculated.
In those years, he had lost his love for sophie...
"Let her go? Why!?" An Ran burst into tears on the other end of the phone, "She stole so much of my...my family background, my lord, my biological father, and even you--!"
Chen, who has always loved her, was snatched away by Mo Xiaoran.
"Even if I kill her today, it is the retribution she deserves!" An Ran said viciously, "One person cannot take away so much happiness!"
"You dare!"
He roared out of his mouth. He was worried about Mo Xiaoran and felt even more heartbroken. This complex and intertwined emotion made him lose his mind.
No matter what he said, he could not indulge An Ran in depravity! He could not allow Mo Xiaoran to have anything to happen!
"Mu Yunchen, you have to say another word for her, I will kill her now!" An Ran cried, snatched the pistol from the waist of the man in black beside him, and shot him into the sky.
"Bang!"
The deafening sound reached Mu Yunchen's ears. Damn, what the hell is she doing!
"Anran, put the gun down!"
"I don't!" An Ran screamed, and just as he was about to shout something, the white car broke into his sight, and then her mother in a charming costume walked out of the car.
She swallowed the words she said, and she hung up the phone without saying a word and threw the gun in her hand back to the man in black.
"Who did you call me just now?" the enchanting woman asked casually, but her eyes were always on the sack on the ground.
This sack is the kind of dishonor she hates most in her life!
What a pity, the heart of the ancient castle is in the ancient castle. The sturdyness of the ancient castle is extraordinary and it can't even be smashed to open the window, so I had to catch Mo Xiaoran first to relieve my anger! Anyway, she will have many more opportunities in the future, and the people from the family will be there.
, She will not let go of any of them!
"Harassment call. I fired a shot and scared that person." An Ran said vaguely. Anyway, her mother would not have the heart to care about these things, and the man in black next to her didn't understand Chinese at all.
Even if I understand, I can't care about her nostalgia.
Sure enough, the woman didn't care at all, and her emotions were all concentrated on the sack. She ordered the man in black standing motionless next to her in English, "Open the sack!"
Like a robot, two men in black stepped forward and pulled off the sacks in a rude manner.
She smiled coldly, and her hands, wearing bright red nail polish, picked up the bucket, and the cold and biting water spread on Mo Xiaoran's head.
"Ah—! It's raining?!"
Mo Xiaoran suddenly woke up, and was about to sit up in a conditioned reflex, but his hands and feet were suddenly bound by pain, and his petite body bounced back to the ground.
Only then did she see clearly where she was, her hands and feet were tied with thick hemp ropes.
In front of me is a charming face with heavy makeup, and... An Ran!
She suddenly remembered what happened before her coma and felt panic.
But she tried hard to make herself look calm, "Sister, is this woman your mother? Please give me some advice when I first met... But I don't like this meeting!"
Mo Xiaoran, you must be calm! You cannot lose to them in terms of momentum!
I have been with Huang Xiaojue and Louis for so long. If I can’t even learn basic calmness when encountering things, which onion are you?
Mo Xiaoran kept reminding himself in his heart that his heartbeat finally slowed down a little. His delicate little face was faint, with a little disdain for the domineering smell of others.
The charming woman was stunned, surprised by her calm attitude, but then she smiled sarcastically, and her long nails touched Mo Xiaoran's smooth little face, "Little bastard, this is just a small part of the gift, later
Son, there will be a great gift that will satisfy you... It's a pity that I didn't catch your bitch mother, otherwise you can share it together..."
After speaking, her hand turned violently, and her sharp nails stabbed the delicate face...
Woo... it hurts...! Her pitiful little face...
Mo Xiaoran wanted to cry in her heart, but she only frowned slightly on her face, and there was no other expression.
Her calmness angered the enchanting woman instead. She took out her cell phone and pressed a number with a sharp look. She still stared at Mo Xiaoran, as if warning Mo Xiaoran: Little bastard, wait for me!
...
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Huang Xiaojue stood in the living room, with a terrifying fire lit up in his deep brown eyes.
Mixin was already crying in a hurry. It’s really damn, why is Xiaoran suffering? She would rather that person be herself!
Huang Xiaojue frowned in annoyance, and was about to ask something, but his phone suddenly rang out, a strange number.
"Huang Xiaojue, is that?" The enchanting female laughter came, gloomy and weird, "Do you miss Xiaoran'er?"
Huang Xiaojue's eyes dimmed, and his voice was terrifyingly low, "Don't touch her!"
"You feel distressed before I'm doing anything to her?" A soft hum came, and then I heard Mo Xiaoran's cry in pain.
On the other end of the phone, the woman curled her red lips coldly, and on the ground, An Ran pulled Mo Xiaoran's soft and slightly curly black hair hard, torturing her.
"Call me, shout louder so that I can hear you." An Ran sneered, "If I don't think it's enough, I can let those people... go together, my good girl, sister!"
As she said that, she pointed to her side and signaled Mo Xiaoran to look at the men in black.
Mo Xiaoran stared at me, God, can she stop mentioning the word "sister"? She feels disgusted when she thinks of having such a little blood relationship with her!!
"Thoughts are really impure..." Mo Xiaoran gritted her teeth and muttered.
Don't be afraid... She wants to believe that Huang Xiaojue will come to save her!
An Ran became angry and pulled hard, as if she wanted to lift Mo Xiaoran's scalp down. Mo Xiaoran was crying in pain, but gritted her teeth tightly, and didn't say a word.
When I hear it, I will worry...
She didn't want him to worry...
"Little bastard, quite stubborn..." The woman glanced at her disdainfully.
Continue to talk to the phone, "Tell that man, within one day, transfer the An enterprise and all the property to Sophie's name! Don't think about it at all!"
Huang Xiaojue narrowed his eyes tightly. It seemed that this woman was Anran's biological mother...
"As for you, Huang Xiaojue... wants to save your Xiaoran? It depends on how Sophie decides." After saying that, she handed the phone to An Ran's ear, and her eyes signaled her to threaten something.
An Ran was slightly stunned, and her throat seemed to become dry for a moment. She pushed her phone away, kicked Mo Xiaoran, and turned around and left.
If he doesn't love himself, it means he doesn't love... No matter what she says, it's useless. Perhaps from the moment he almost killed her, she subconsciously gave up on Huang Xiaojue.
The woman glared at An Ran’s back strangely, she was such a stupid daughter!
I was too lazy to say anything, so I hung up the phone, then took out a pack of things wrapped in white paper from my bag, opened it, and it was pure white powder inside.
Mo Xiaoran's heart tightened, and a moment of fear flashed across her face.
She smiled gloomyly, grabbed Mo Xiaoran's jaw, forced her to open her mouth, pour the white powder in her hand into her mouth, "Enjoy, little bastard!"