It's Not Too Late to Chase His Wife: Young Master Mo's Secret Favorite Sweet Wife

Mo Ningxuan got too close, and the warm breath sprayed on Lin Yang's ears, itching and burning.

She subconsciously wanted to dodge to the side, it was too itchy.

But Mo Ningxuan seemed to have expected it, and pulled Lin Yang back easily with a smile.

"Where do you want to go?"

Lin Yang froze, wanting to escape, but the man's arms were too strong, there was nowhere to escape.

"I...don't do this." Lin Yang's breath was a little trembling, and his sentences didn't fit into paragraphs.

Seeing Mo Ningxuan chuckled suddenly, "You—" it seemed rather helpless.

His contour like a sharp knife and an axe will look softer when he is neutralized by a smile.

What happened next made Lin Yang's heart skip a beat.

"Just now, Lin Shuyu was here, so I had nothing to do. Can we talk about Jin Han properly now?" Mo Ningxuan raised his eyebrows, wrapped Lin Yang tightly in his arms, and asked her in a low voice.

The voice was low and magnetic, and his chest was still trembling slightly when he uttered it, Lin Yang only felt a little unbearable struggle.

But in exchange for Mo Ningxuan's tighter confinement.

"do not move."

The man's voice seemed a little hoarse, as if he was restraining something.

Lin Yang blushed a little.

Subconsciously said: "Jin Han—" The elder brother who was about to blurt out, when he met Mo Ningxuan's gaze, subconsciously swallowed it back.

The momentum of speaking was weakened by three points.

"What's up with him?"

"What's the matter?" Mo Ningxuan was obviously dissatisfied, "He came looking for you later, but you never told me about it."

Looking at the man's expression, Lin Yang suddenly realized that he had slipped his tongue when talking to Lin Shuyu just now.

I was a little annoyed for a while, but I didn't want to explain anything about this issue, otherwise I seemed to be very guilty.

"I do not have……"

Mo Ningxuan's black and moist pupils showed two points of cold light, as if he wanted to see through her heart.

"You don't have anything?"

"Well, he came to me that day and wanted to know if I knew something about Xia Chun. I just explained it to him, nothing else."

Being stared at by such a pair of eyes like cold stars, Lin Yang really couldn't talk nonsense, so he answered Mo Ningxuan honestly.

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple." Lin Yang looked up at the man helplessly.

I thought that Mo Ningxuan should be able to let him go, but unexpectedly, Mo Ningxuan got closer.

"I do not believe."

Hearing such a sentence, Lin Yang almost lost his temper.

What do you mean he doesn't believe it? !
This is simply wanting to add a crime, there is no excuse, no!This should be because Mo Ningxuan, a drunkard, doesn't care about drinking.

Lin Yang was thinking furiously, and felt that the man's big palm had reached his waist.

His palm was very hot, and it was as hot as a ball of fire through a thin layer of summer shirt.

Lin Yang was almost scalded, he was so clever.

"Take your hands away." Lin Yang said anxiously.

But Mo Ningxuan obviously wouldn't be so easy to dismiss. Hearing Lin Yang's words, it got worse.

He hugged Lin Yang even tighter, as if he wanted to rub a woman into his arms.

Sighing, "Up to now, I'm still afraid, afraid that I'll lose you. Only when I'm really hugging you do I feel that you really won't just run away like this."

Lin Yang wanted to struggle subconsciously at first, but was stunned when he heard the man's slightly lonely tone.

He used to have times like this too, when he was a little vulnerable.

"Are you also afraid of losing?" Lin Yang asked him in a low voice without struggling or responding.

Mo Ningxuan rested his chin lightly on the top of Lin Yang's head, sniffing the faint fragrance from Lin Yang's hair.

"Of course. You are something that I treasure all my life. I will be afraid that you will disappear, leave me, and fall in love with other people..."

The man's voice was low, like a whisper.

Such a sincere confession is so touching.

Lin Yang easily thought of their past, their past.

"I'm afraid too." Lin Yang said in a low voice.

At this time, even she herself didn't know whether she was talking to Mo Ningxuan or to herself.

Many times, Lin Yang felt that he would always miss the past.

A past where nothing happened...

Mo Ningxuan still heard such a murmur, he knew that Lin Yang's fragile side was probably due to himself.

"What are you afraid of?" Mo Ningxuan leaned into her ear.

This time Lin Yang was silent like this, she closed her eyes slightly, and leaned on Mo Ningxuan's chest.

His warm body temperature seemed to convey a trace of warmth and faith to her at this moment.

"Is it me?" As if unsure, Mo Ningxuan asked softly again.

Unlike his domineering past, at this moment he is as gentle as if he wants to hold Lin Yang in the palm of his hand.

Lin Yang shook his head, but he didn't know how to answer Mo Ningxuan.

The man held her shoulders, separated slightly from her, and stared at those brilliant round eyes.

There seemed to be a pool of clear spring water inside, which could reflect Mo Ningxuan on the opposite side.

"What's that? Tell me, please?"

"I..." Lin Yang didn't dare to look at Mo Ningxuan again, his eyes were too sharp, as if he could split the soul.

"I'm just afraid of the past. I don't know how to face it. For me, Xia Chun is, that child is, even...even you, and I don't want to look back." Lin Yang closed Looking up, it seemed that he mustered up the courage to say such words.

"Lin Yang, I'm sorry."

Mo Ningxuan took a deep breath, he didn't dare to think about it, how Lin Yang in the past would face those things.

Obviously it was all done by himself, but until now, he has found it difficult to face it.

After saying that, Mo Ningxuan hugged Lin Yang tightly again.

His voice was soft, "I'm sorry—"

Just saying these three words over and over again, Mo Ningxuan kept whispering in her ear like some kind of incantation.

Lin Yang just listened to it over and over again.

Those words kept coming back and forth in my mind, they were all the words Mo Ningxuan had said.

Memories and reality are intertwined like some disturbing noise.

"... Mo Ningxuan, why have you been refusing to let me go like this?"

Lin Yang closed his eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye, under the light, it looked like a transparent crystal.

"I won't let you go." Mo Ningxuan suddenly opened his eyes.

There seemed to be a touch of madness in those black eyes, engraved in them.

The man's arms were like iron hoops, firmly imprisoning Lin Yang between his arms.

"No matter what you hate, or what to do, I will never leave you. What happened in the past is all my fault. Give me a chance, give me a chance to make up for you, okay?" Mo Ningxuan's tone sounded like Finally, it was no longer calm, like ripples on the surface of the lake, ripples circle after circle.

Not only did it sway in Mo Ningxuan's heart, but it also swayed in Lin Yang's heart.

She finally stopped insisting, she seemed to have collapsed, crying like a wailing child.