178. Chapter 178 Pointing at Sang and scolding Huai 8
She looked at his back, and unconsciously, she felt like she wanted to rely on him.
An Yuran took Mu Xiaoran into the room, and the man who was hiding in the dark lowered his head, showed a weird smile, looked at the photos in the camera, and left with satisfaction.
An Yuran poured a glass of warm water for Mu Xiaoran and asked her to sit and wait for him.
Mu Xiaoran sat up a little stiffly, looking left and right, listening to a little noise coming from the kitchen, and the fragrant smell kept coming out, which made her five internal organs scream more and more, venting herself.
dissatisfaction.
Finally, she couldn't sit still, so she cautiously sneaked into the kitchen to see how An Yuran was doing.
Her head was bubbling a little from the door. Looking at An Yuran's busy figure, there was no panic at all. She was very orderly and still had a gentle smile on her lips.
Suddenly, An Yuran put the lid on the pot, turned around quietly and looked at the little head with a tender look on his face. "Xiaoran, when do you want to take a peek?"
An Yuran noticed the exposed little head early on, but didn't say anything more.
He slowly approached and smiled softly. "Aren't you supposed to be watching TV and waiting for me to bring the food out?"
Mu Xiaoran looked at An Yuran's gentle smile, her dark eyes shining brightly, always exuding doting. She knew that An Yuran was serious about her, but she...
For a moment, she lowered her eyelids, feeling a little disappointed.
Did she hurt him by being like this?
She has always appeared next to An Yuran in this way, silently accepting his protection and accepting his dedication without saying a word, but she has never given him anything in return.
An Yuran held the dish in one hand, gently rubbed her head with the other, and took it out with a smile.
He naturally noticed Mu Xiaoran's disappointment and slightly understood her thoughts.
Mu Xiaoran realized that there was nothing he could do to help, so he returned to the hall silently, holding the remote control tightly in his hand and looking at the TV with blank eyes, but his mood hit rock bottom.
Then, An Yuran called her several times from her side, but she didn't respond at all.
"Xiaoran? Xiaoran?" An Yuran called softly, stretched out his hand and shook it several times in front of her eyes, but there was still no reaction.
He looked at her with adoration.
"Xiaoran, you didn't hurt me." One sentence was enough to bring back Mu Xiaoran's thoughts.
Mu Xiaoran looked at An Yuran in surprise, wondering why he knew what I was thinking.
An Yuran looked at her surprised look and smiled softly. "Xiaoran, do you think I really can't see anything? I can tell just by looking at your face."
When he was with her, he always stared at her expression.
It could be said that he could guess her thoughts with just one of her expressions.
Mu Xiaoran lowered his head, played with his fingers, and frowned. "Yu Ran, how could I not have hurt you? I clearly knew your feelings for me, but I still accepted your kindness to me without saying a word. I am like this
What's the difference between using you?"
The more Mu Xiaoran thought about it, the worse he felt.
She should have run away from An Yuran early in the morning, so at least she would not have given him false hope!
However, if Mu Xiaoran really does this, it will be the real harm to An Yuran.