love addiction

Jing Ran was a little relieved, and then asked Mo Lao, "Grandpa, I will make you some chicken soup later. Although the weather is getting warmer, it will still be cold in the morning and evening. It would be better to drink some chicken soup."

"Okay, I haven't eaten Xiaoran's stewed chicken soup for a long time, so I will eat it today." Mo Lao said with a smile.

Jing Ran obediently stood aside and asked the housekeeper to push Mr. Mo to the study.

She watched the backs of the two disappear, and then turned around, the smile on her face also disappeared, replaced by a touch of bitterness.

After saying those words last night, she felt very uncomfortable, and buried herself in the quilt, her eyes were red from crying.

When she woke up this morning, she didn't dare to go out seeing her inhuman appearance.

After dawdling in the room all morning, when he went downstairs, he ran into Mr. Mo.

It's been a long time since she came to this kitchen, and everything is still as she is familiar with.

Jing Ran started to make chicken soup for Mr. Mo, concentrating as if he didn't pretend to have anything in his heart.

But only she knew how chaotic her heart was at this moment.

After putting everything in the casserole, she stood there in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, the soup in the casserole overflowed, and she hurriedly reached out to remove the lid, but her hand was burned all of a sudden, and the lid in her hand fell to the ground, making an unpleasant sound.

Jing Ran only felt the burning pain in her hand, and was about to take a shower with cold water, when a person rushed in behind her, took her hand and put it in the sink.

The familiar smell of peppermint let her know who it was without looking up.

She let him take her hand to shower with cold water, and listened to the man's deep voice, "It's always so careless."

Jing dyed Yaoyao's lips, did not speak, lowered his head even lower, and his eyes just met the man's naked collarbone.

There was a small scar there, almost invisible, but it made Jing Ran's cheeks feel hot.

Her heartbeat also became disordered, and her breathing became rapid and heavy. Afraid of being heard by Mo Chengyu, she hurriedly withdrew her hand, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Mo Chengyu looked at her with dark eyes, and after a long time, turned around and left.

Jing Ran closed her eyes, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and the burn on her hand was in hot pain again after leaving the cold water, the pain made her want to cry very much.

The footsteps went away, and Jing Ran seemed to have lost all strength, leaning on the sink, watching her right hand turn red, tears dripping down her cheeks.

The footsteps approached again, Jing Ran's heart trembled, and when he raised his head, he met the man's cold face.

Mo Chengyu held a burn ointment in his hand, without even looking at her, he stuffed it into her hand, "Apply it yourself."

"……Oh."

Jing Ran's lips moved, just as he was about to say something, he turned and left.

She stared at the burn ointment in her hand in a daze.

It's the brand she usually uses.

Jing Ran was very quiet when she was a child, and it is the same when she grows up.

Later, I watched some TV series and fell in love with cooking. He said that he wanted to grab the man's stomach, and asked Mo Chengyu to try the dishes in a different way.

Mo Chengyu never refused every time, from the unpalatable to the taste that gradually became better, he was the only diner.

No matter what the flavor is, Mo Chengyu will finish eating it appreciatively, although he won't praise her.

But Jingran still enjoys it.

Therefore, you will often hurt your hands.

Mo Chengyu prepared all kinds of burn ointments and other medicines at home.

Jingran only likes this brand, which has a small taste and good effect.

Although she didn't say it, but later, there was only this brand of burn ointment in the medicine cabinet.

She put away her thoughts, wiped her hands clean with paper, and then slowly applied the burn ointment.

In the past, he wiped it for himself, with a cold face and concern at the same time.

Jing Ran likes him the most at this time, always pursing his lips and snickering when he lowers his head and concentrates on treating his wound.

But now, she can only give herself medicine, that person... never again.

Thinking of this, Jing Ran suddenly felt very sad.

There are very few people in this world who care about her. Even her biological parents would abandon her. The only person who can treat her well is Mo Chengyu.

But she pushed him away with her own hands.

Very sad.

But what can change?
Putting away his sad emotions, Jing Ran held back his tears and filled the cooked chicken soup. He hesitated when he went out because he was not sure whether Mo Chengyu would be outside.

But staying in the kitchen by himself was not an option, so Jing Ran had to bite the bullet and go out, feeling very nervous.

When she saw that the hall was empty, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that the sense of loss that followed also overwhelmed her.

I thought he would be outside, but in the end I thought too much.

Surrounded by Jing Ran, she couldn't tell what kind of emotion she was trying to calm herself, and brought the chicken soup upstairs.

Mo Lao took her chicken soup and drank it, while Jing Ran waited quietly beside him.

In the huge study room, there was only the sound of Mo Lao drinking soup.

It wasn't until he put down the soup bowl that Jing Ran asked, "Grandpa, do you want more? There are still downstairs in the kitchen."

"No need." Mo Lao waved his hand and looked at Jing Ran, "I see that you are not in good spirits, and your hand seems to be injured, is it important?"

"It's okay, it's been dealt with." Jing Ran said hastily.

Mo Lao nodded slightly, with a slightly relieved look, "That's good, don't be too busy, go back to your room and rest."

"Okay." Jing Ran took the tray handed over by the housekeeper and walked towards the door.

After walking a few steps, Mr. Mo asked again with concern, "Xiao Ran, what you promised me yesterday..."

"Grandpa, since I promised you, I will do it, don't worry." Jing Ran tried to smile, but it was still difficult to wipe away the mist in her eyes.

She knew very well that if she kept another one, she would reveal her secrets, so she hurriedly turned around and left before Mo could speak.

That hurried back made Mo Lao frowned.

The butler asked worriedly, "Master, are you still worried?"

"No, Xiaoran has been obedient since she was a child. If she says she can do it, she will definitely do it." Mo Lao sighed slightly.

"Then the master is..." The butler didn't understand.

Mo Lao sighed again, his expression was heavier than before, helplessness flashed in his eyes, "I'm afraid of Cheng Yu..."

The butler was taken aback for a moment, and then understood what Mo Lao meant.

Jing Ran agreed, but Mo Chengyu might not agree.

Although he hasn't responded yet, what's going on in private is out of Mo Lao's control.

***
After Jing Ran cleaned up the kitchen, she went upstairs.

At this time, it is safer to have your own room.

After all, it is possible to run into that person when doing activities outside.

As soon as the door was closed, her pretense of being strong was shattered, her face was full of disappointment, she leaned against the door with a headache, closed her eyes and calmed down.

"Aren't you very happy? Why this expression?"

Suddenly, the man's deep voice came to mind in the room, Jing Ran was so frightened that his legs almost went limp, and he looked forward in horror.

Mo Chengyu was standing by the window, handsome and gloomy, he was looking at her coldly, as if he was laughing at her, but also seemed to have a heartache that she couldn't see.

Jing Ran immediately became alert like a hedgehog, "What are you doing in my room?"

"Is there anything wrong with my uncle coming to my niece and daughter's room?" Mo Chengyu asked indifferently, with a domineering and Ling Rui tone.

Jing Ran was so stumped by his words that he couldn't get out a word for a long time.

He is persecuting people more and more, knowing how to step on people's pain spots.

Mo Chengyu didn't give her a chance to breathe, and approached her step by step.

Jing Ran had no way out, so he said bravely, "It's because of the relationship between uncle and niece that we can't do whatever we want."

He was already standing in front of him, and their breaths were intertwined.

Jing Ran only needs to look up to meet him.

The throbbing that came when he was close to her almost overwhelmed her rationality.

She was so nervous that she hurriedly reached out to push him, but as soon as her palm touched the man's chest through the thin clothes, she quickly retracted it as if being stimulated by electricity, and hurriedly withdrew her gaze, "Uncle, can you go out?"

Mo Chengyu raised a hand, and it landed directly on the side of her face, right in front of her eyes.

This is standard wall-to-wall mode.

If it was the past, Jing Ran would definitely blush and heartbeat, and maybe even stole a kiss with excitement.

But now, she is only flustered.

The man's dark eyes were dark and full of quiet swirling blackness, as if he would disappear if he fell into it, he lowered his head slightly.

The corners of her beautiful lips were about to touch her forehead, and her voice was low and deep, "Jing Ran, you are so naive."

"What... mean?" Jing Ran asked tremblingly.

Mo Chengyu narrowed his obscure eyes slightly, "It means, if you start shouting, then swim me to finish."

"Uncle... um..."

He kissed her domineeringly, so fiercely that Jing Ran was caught off guard.

Jing Ran raised her hands to hit him, but he understood her actions first, held her hands directly, and pressed her hard against the wall.

Jing Ran was so forced that she couldn't move.

His legs pressed against her whole body, kissing fiercely and fiercely, as if he was venting something.

Jing Ran seemed to have tasted the smell of blood, dizzy, and his body couldn't stop being weak, so he could only slowly rely on his weight on the man.

This allows the man to taste her lips more deeply, so devoted and fascinated.

The sight of each other has been lost, clear and shallow in this afternoon time.

Jing Ran seemed to think of the first kiss between them.

At that time, she was only 15 years old.

Upright young girl at a good age.

She was already tall among a group of girls, but she was as short as a child in front of this man.

Mo Chengyu was already 28 at that time, the golden age of a man.

All of Mo's was handed over to him, and he took care of them so that they flourished day by day.

How many women have attracted such a man?
Among the several wealthy families in Jiangcheng, there are only a few handsome and attractive men.

As a result, a few people have become the fat of many women, and everyone wants to be contaminated.

Even the female classmates around Jing Ran have already started talking about it.

Some people like Long Yejue's high spirits, some people like Qi Yunmo's handsomeness, some people like He Xijue's humor, and some people like Mo Chengyu's calmness and restraint.

The girl's thoughts have never been told to anyone, and she is well hidden.

But that day, when several female classmates said they liked Mo Chengyu, she was actually jealous.

The soreness in her chest made her unable to suspend class with peace of mind. For the first time, she skipped class and left school, and went directly to his company.

For nothing else, I just want to see him.

Because only in that way, her flustered heart will be at peace.

She often comes to the company, and everyone in the company knows everyone, so she is directly asked to go in and wait.

Jing Ran will never forget the scene that happened that day.