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

It was still quiet outside, and the small living room with only the porch lamp left was extraordinarily quiet.

Bai Xiran gently opened the door and was about to go to the bathroom. When he passed the small sofa, he couldn't help but take another look.

The blanket fell on the ground, and she subconsciously picked it up.

When she raised her head, she saw the man's good-looking sleeping face, her usually sharp black eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes covered her head, casting a thick shadow.

The tall nose bridge and thin lips match just right, this face is still handsome, and there is no trace of the past three years.

Does time favor this man so much?
She couldn't help complaining in her heart, the moment she was about to get up, the man suddenly opened his eyes!
"you……"

Bai Xiran was startled, and reflexively wanted to jump away, but the man reacted faster, quickly grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back into his arms.

Her cheek hit that stiff chest in an instant, and the man's heartbeat made her flustered.

"You... why don't you talk when you are awake, and pretend to be asleep!"

Shameless.

Mo Junzhe clasped her waist with one hand, not allowing her to break free from his arms, and said in a warm and hoarse voice, "The sofa is too small, so I can't sleep well."

The small sofa in the suite is a three-seater, about two meters one.

It is just right for a man with a figure of 1.8 meters to lie down, but it is extremely uncomfortable to move a little.

Trapped in his arms, Bai Xiran struggled a few times and was unable to do anything, so she gave up resisting and said in a muffled voice, "I'm too young to stay here, why can't I go home and sleep."

"Xiaobao is here." Mo Junzhe responded confidently.

Focusing on the angry woman in her arms, her voice subconsciously sank a bit, "Since you left, the house has been empty and uncomfortable."

He mentioned it as if casually.

There was clearly no sense of blame in his tone, but somehow Bai Xiran was stabbed hard somewhere in the heart.

Maybe it was the word "empty" that was too obvious, or maybe it was the inadvertent loss that he revealed when he spoke, which made her heart that had been silent for a long time flustered again...

"There are dozens of servants in Mo's house, where is the space?" Bai Xiran directly pushed the man away, and stood up while he was not paying attention.

Mo Junzhe stood up, and the blanket on his body slid down, exposing his chest.

Bai Xiran subconsciously recognized and opened his eyes, "Go to your own room if you can't sleep well, don't squeeze here."

She got up and finally softened her attitude.

The father and son don't know what's going on, and now they seem to be dependent on her, living here every day.

It's okay for Xiaobao, but the big one... What's the matter with just nestling on the sofa every day.

When Mo Junzhe heard the words, "Yes", "I'll have someone move your things up tomorrow."

His exclusive presidential suite in the imperial court has not been used for a long time.

"I won't go." Bai Xiran frowned, "Mo Junzhe, don't push yourself too hard. Letting you in now is just for Xiaobao's face. If you go too far, I will drive you out directly. "

He scratched his head a little irritably, as if he really disliked this small sofa. At this time, he looked at the two-meter-wide bed through the crack of the door, envious.

Bai Xiran saw his eyes, quickly poured himself a glass of water, then went back to the room and closed the door.

Anti-lock, reinforcement, all in one go.

Behind him, a certain person lost all sleepiness, his brows were tightly drawn into the shape of "Chuan", and finally he picked up the blanket, sat on the side and took out his mobile phone.

"Ask someone to bring a bed over."