After An Moran finished speaking, he let go of Mo Ran's hand, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.
Mo Ran gave a slight signal, and bodyguards immediately followed her without leaving a trace.
Gong Shaoming was still in the banquet hall, and Mo Ran would not let An Moran leave alone.
"It seems you care about this sister very much."
One-third of the Mo family's property, such a generous return gift, should be said to be given by Mr. Mo, rather than given by Mo Ran.
Now who doesn't know that almost all of the Mo family is in Mo Ran's hands.
"Xiao Ran is my only sister. Of course I hope she can live well."
Mo Ran looked back calmly, and when he met Ou Zexi's gaze, which was also looking at An Moran's departure, his eyes trembled.
Just when he was about to say something, Ou Zexi closed his eyes nonchalantly, with a cold smile, "I heard that she had been living outside for more than 20 years, and the Mo family never gave up looking for her. Finally, she You brought this person back due to fate, so you must have handled the NDA inspection report?"
Ozzie Ou's voice was very calm, and no thoughts could be heard. His casual eyes drifted to other places in the banquet hall from time to time, showing a purely curious attitude.
"Well, she is my sister."
Mo Ran didn't say much, just answered lightly, which was regarded as acknowledgment.
An Moran's disappearance for more than 20 years is a taboo of the Mo family. If it weren't for Ou Zexi, Mo Ran would not even respond.
"..."
Ou Zexi looked at Mo Ran, his eyes trembling slightly, and he did not continue to ask, but changed the subject.
…
On the other side, An Moran had just entered the bathroom when he was pushed to the wall by a strong force, and the hot male breath hit his face.
"Gong Shaoming, let me go."
After a second of panic, An Moran immediately recognized who the man approaching him was.
She put her hand on his chest.
This is the women's restroom, has he become so lawless?!
Remembering what she had promised Mo Ran, An Moran opened her mouth to call someone. The moment her lips moved, Gong Shaoming noticed her intention, lowered her head and sealed her lips.
"Hmm..."
The more An Moran resisted, the harder Gong Shaoming kissed him.
His domineering hand pressed the man to his chest, wanting to rub him into his body.
Until An Moran gave up struggling and collapsed weakly in his arms.
"Gong Shaoming, what do you want?"
Sniffing hard, An Moran resisted the urge to cry. Looking at the man in front of him who he could neither love nor hate, he clenched his hands tightly into fists.
Between them, it always starts when he says it starts and ends when he says it.
Even if he gets engaged to another woman, she can only smile and bless him. She has obviously let him go, but if Gong Shaoming refuses, he will definitely try his best to prevent her from leaving.
An Moran didn't want to alarm Mo Ran, but wanted to take the opportunity to make it clear to him.
She was tired, so tired that she didn't want to tangle with him anymore...
"This is the women's restroom. Someone will come in at any time. If you want to say anything, say it as soon as possible. After you say that, please leave, okay?"
"I will leave, but you must come with me!"
Gong Shaoming put his hand on the wall, hugged An Moran between his arms, and looked at her condescendingly, his deep eyes showed visible distress, shining with his domineering style.
There were many people in Mo Ran, and he had arranged many people in advance.
This place has been isolated enough for them to speak clearly and let her go with him.
