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An Xiaoxiao lay on the luxurious bed, opened her eyes, and felt the pain in her arm, as if it wasn't her own.

Only then did he think of what happened last night, his brows were wrinkled, and his face was as red as an apple.

What a shame, she can use her hands...

Looking at her plain white hands, An Xiaoxiao felt a little hot, her little mouth was pouted, and she muttered something.

"What should I do? Hide? Or keep pretending to be asleep."

"Don't hide, I'm not a man-eating tiger."

As soon as An Xiaoxiao finished her words, she heard a magnetic voice next to her ear. She raised her head subconsciously, and brushed Jun Mohan's forehead with her reddish lips.

So he took a step back reflexively, pressed his body tightly against the head of the bed, clutched the quilt in his hand, and stammered and asked, "You, you, when did you come here? There is no sound when you walk?"

"An'an, you worked hard last night, let me see your hand."

Jun Mohan didn't answer An Xiaoxiao's question, but instead asked, his slender hands held her slender hands, and they were clasped together.

The picture of last night suddenly broke into An Xiaoxiao's mind, she immediately withdrew her hand, hid under the blanket, her eyes flickered, but she didn't dare to look into Jun Mohan's eyes.

"I'm very good."

Jun Mohan saw through An Xiaoxiao's shyness at a glance, rubbed her hair, and sighed softly.

An Xiaoxiao lowered her head, not knowing what to say. Time passed by, and seeing that Jun Mohan still had no intention of leaving, she raised her head and asked her doubts.

"Why did Fan Yanran come over last night?"

"I'm also investigating this matter."

Hearing what Jun Mohan said, An Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, and looked at him with speechless eyes, "Then last night you..."

"Nothing happened between me and her?"

Jun Mohan's explanation brought a happy smile to An Xiaoxiao's delicate face, and she looked at him brightly.

Seeing her happy look, Jun Mohan hugged her and said in a low voice: "This kind of thing will never happen again."

"I can't say that, you are too hot."

When she said this, An Xiaoxiao's tone was tinged with jealousy. She never thought that Fan Yanran would attack Jun Mohan, she really didn't change her mind.

An Xiaoxiao felt very uncomfortable when she thought of Jun Mohan lying on the same bed with a strange woman, doing things that should belong to their intimacy.

How could Jun Mohan not be able to see that An Xiaoxiao was jealous, scratching her straight nose with his slender fingers, with a hint of pampering in his tone.

"Are you praising me or hurting me?"

"All."

An Xiaoxiao blinked mischievously and said in a low voice.

Seeing her smile, Jun Mohan raised the corners of his lips slightly, and a trace of helplessness flashed across his handsome face, "An'an, marry me?"

"Mo Han, are you confused? I'm already married to you, and you still say that?"

Hearing Jun Mohan's marriage proposal, although An Xiaoxiao was very moved, but thinking of her current status, she couldn't help but say what was in her heart.

Jun Mohan looked at An Xiaoxiao with deep and energetic eyes, and his tone was full of seriousness, "An An, you are so smart, you should understand what I mean."

"I don't understand, I think that's fine."

After An Xiaoxiao said this, she pushed Jun Mohan's body, and said dissatisfiedly: "You go out quickly, I have to change clothes."

Seeing An Xiaoxiao looking left and talking about him, Jun Mohan's eyes flickered, and his slender big hand held her shoulder.

Star-like eyes stared closely at An Xiaoxi, as if wanting to see the bottom of her heart.

"An'an, I want to hear what's in your heart."

"What do you want to hear?"

An Xiaoxiao pretended to be stupid on purpose, blinked her bright eyes, smiled sweetly, and deliberately approached Jun Mohan with a delicate face.

Smelling the faint fragrance of orchids, Jun Mohan's eyes were full of doting, "What do you want me to do with that?"

"Cold salad, or add some, onion, garlic, whatever."

An Xiaoxiao snapped her fingers and spoke clearly and logically, but she breathed a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, Jun Mohan didn't continue to ask, so she escaped a catastrophe, otherwise she really didn't know how to answer.

"You little wildcat."

"Hehe, I'm not."

The two smiled at each other, and the phone rang crisply. An Xiaoxiao saw the name on it and immediately connected.

"mom."

A cold light flashed in Jun Mohan's eyes when he heard this address.

"Xiaoxiao, are you at home, I want to visit you."

"Yes you can."

When An Xiaoxiao heard her mother's words, she was so happy that she quickly agreed.

The two talked for a while, then she put down the phone, Jun Mohan looked at An Xiaoxiao, and asked tentatively, "Did you forgive her?"

"She will always be my mother and the only one I have and I cannot lose her."

An Xiaoxiao looked at Jun Mohan seriously, and said what was in her heart,
Jun Mohan was a little startled, he actually ignored An Xiaoxiao's feelings for Mei Qing, then the next thing was a little tricky, he had to take it step by step.

"Mo Han, I admit that I have softened my heart, and I am willing to try to forgive her."

An Xiaoxiao leaned against Jun Mohan's arms, tightly clutching his clothes with her small hands, a trace of bitterness quickly flashed in her eyes.

"An'an, as long as you're happy."

Jun Mohan pampered her as always, holding her in his arms, the cold light in his eyes was concealed under his slender eyelashes.

When Mei Qing came to the villa, she saw Jun Mohan sitting in the living room, her footsteps paused, but thinking of An Xiaoxiao, she walked over again.

"Young Master."

"Mother-in-law, please sit down."

Hearing Jun Mohan's address, Mei Qing didn't feel any complacency or joy, she just felt terrified. An Xiaoxiao didn't know her identity, but he knew it clearly. But now that he called her like that, what in the world was sold in the gourd? What medicine?

Something flashed in Jun Mohan's deep eyes, and he looked at Mei Qing opposite him with a half-smile, "Mother-in-law, what do you want to do with Xiaoxiao?"

"Mom, you are here."

Before Mei Qing could answer Jun Mohan's words, she suddenly heard An Xiaoxiao's voice, and immediately turned her head, looking at her lovingly.

"Xiaoxiao, why are you wearing such thin clothes? What if you catch a cold?"

"I'm not cold."

"Why isn't it cold? It's so cold here, and you're not in good health. Listen to me, go and add another coat."

As she spoke, Mei Qing took An Xiaoxiao's hand and went upstairs.

When she walked into the locker room, Mei Qing was about to collapse, the feeling of being on her back was too scary.

An Xiaoxiao saw the sweat on Mei Qing's face, smiled and took out a tissue to wipe it off for her.

"Mom, you're still talking about me, look at yourself, you're sweating from the heat."