Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

She wasn’t questioning, just surprised and curious.

When Wen Ran met Jiang Hui yesterday, she felt Jiang Hui looked familiar but couldn’t recall where they had met.

It wasn’t until she returned to the company that it suddenly dawned on her.

Now, hearing that Mo Xiuchen sent her home, Wen Ran couldn’t help but be surprised.

The corner of Mo Xiuchen’s mouth carried a hint of coldness, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, “She wanted me to take her home, so I did. Maybe in a few days, she’ll be working at Haochen.”

“Oh.”

Wen Ran blinked, saying nothing more.

She vaguely guessed what Mo Xiuchen was planning. No matter what Xiuchen decided to do, she would support him.

Mo Xiuchen’s arm slightly tightened around her, leaning down, his thin lips gently pressed against her fair forehead, “Ranran, since someone delivered her to my doorstep, how could I reject the other’s kind intention?”

Wen Ran chuckled lightly, “With you acting this way, that person might be disappointed.”

Mo Xiuchen sneered coldly, “If he has the nerve to sow discord between Ranran and me, then he must have the ability to bear the consequences.”

Wen Ran sighed softly, snuggling entirely into his broad, warm embrace, her hands still around his lean waist, her soft voice coming from his chest, “Xiuchen, I won’t stop believing in you because of anyone or anything.”

Warmth spread through Mo Xiuchen’s heart, the tenderness in his deep eyes deepened, as he gently pulled her a bit away and lowered his head, his thin lips lovingly met hers…

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D Country

The doorbell rang.

Bai Xiaoxiao walked over and opened the door.

She saw a tall figure standing at the doorway, the man looked travel-worn, carrying only a small suitcase, and he gazed at her warmly.

“Xiaoxiao, good evening!”

A bright and pleasant voice entered her ears, and an involuntary bright smile blossomed on Bai Xiaoxiao’s face, “How did you come?”

Even though Wen Ran had called her, seeing Luo Haofeng right in front of her, Bai Xiaoxiao was momentarily at a loss for words.

Luo Haofeng curved his lips into a smile, walked into the room with his suitcase, and only after placing it by the sofa did he turn to look at Bai Xiaoxiao, who had closed the door and was standing there.

“Xiaoxiao, come here.”

Luo Haofeng’s tall figure stood in front of the sofa, the brilliant crystal light cascading down from above, tracing his handsome facial features with a layer of soft sheen.

Bai Xiaoxiao slowly walked over, and when she was two steps away, Luo Haofeng stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his embrace.