The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

Xiong Dong looked at his nose and heart, how could he dare to speak, he was about to start the car...

"Did you hear me when I told you to unlock the door?" Bai Xiran was annoyed, and spoke very loudly.

She was still very angry, her eyes were red all the time, she didn't seem to want to be in the same space as Mo Junzhe at all, and she was trying hard to open the car door.

But the next moment, Mo Junzhe grabbed her wrist directly, and his handsome face was stern and frightening!
"Xiong Dong, go back to Mo House!"

Bai Xiran only hated that she couldn't resist the man's strength, so she could only be pressed on the seat by him, her eyes flushed as if she had been greatly wronged.

But the man beside him was cold-hearted, his black eyes were as cold as ice, and he didn't say a word other than this order from the beginning to the end.

Mo Junzhe's eyes fell on her occasionally from the corner of his eye, and when he saw that stubborn and unwilling little face, there was a deep emotion in his black eyes, which he couldn't see through for a while.

The car parked outside the familiar villa. Under the dark sky, the villa was already brightly lit.

The moment the Maybach stopped, servants were already standing on both sides.

Uncle Zhao came over and opened the car door, bent down respectfully, "Madam, welcome home."

Bai Xiran had rarely seen such a battle.

Except for the wedding day and the whole house hugging each other, life after that is not much different from ordinary people.

But now a dozen or 20 people lined up on both sides of the road to welcome them, and everyone had a smile on their faces that they hadn't pretended.

When they arrived at the porch, Mrs. Wang rubbed her hands and came up to her, with tears in her eyes, "Madam, you are back. You seem to have lost weight. Didn't you eat well outside? Mrs. Wang prepared some favorite food for you." of……"

Bai Xiran has never experienced anyone who cared so much for her. When she was at home, her father never saw her, and her stepmother only had Bai Yinger who was always in her heart.

All of a sudden, the nose was pantothenic, and he nodded subconsciously.

"Sir, madam, take your time." A large table was quickly set up on the dining table, with everything from Buddha jumping over the wall to home-cooked vegetables.

Sitting opposite Mo Junzhe, he took the chopsticks with a cold expression.

She hesitated for a second, but after all, she couldn't resist the temptation, and started to eat sullenly.

The meal was extremely dull and the two of them never even spoke a word to each other.

After eating, Bai Xiran went straight back to the room, sent a message to Lu Tong saying that he had gone home, then sat on the sofa in the room dully, staring at the ceiling motionless.

"My wife has dark circles under her eyes. I'm afraid she hasn't slept well in the past few days. I smoked some incense in the room to help her fall asleep. This is milk. You can bring it to her."

Until Mrs. Wang's voice and another familiar footstep came from outside the door.

Bai Xiran curled up on the sofa, but didn't look back at the people who came in.

Mo Junzhe was holding the milk, and his slender figure stood straight to one side. When the light fell from above his head, it cast a shadow, covering most of his face.

"Drink the milk and go to sleep." He passed the glass over, the coldness in his eyes was well hidden, his voice was gloomy and hoarse, more magnetic in the night.

Bai Xiran finally raised his head and took a look at him, then quickly avoided.

She didn't speak, and she didn't answer, but the rejection was so obvious.

The man's eyes sank for a moment, "It's been three days, ma'am."

She hasn't returned for three days, and it has been three whole days since she left him guarding the empty house.

Mo Junzhe has never once felt that the design of this room is too spacious and cold, and that the decoration is completely cold, and there is a sense of coolness everywhere.