One Hundred Days of Hidden Marriage: Young Emperor, spoiled by heaven!

After Mo Nanchuan understood, he rubbed his temples with a headache, frowned slightly, and complained dissatisfiedly, "Xiaoyu took it with great difficulty, and I spent a lot of effort, young master, you are really good, Just tear it up."

Although Mo Nanchuan was extremely excited, and his aggrieved voice filled the room, Long Muyun seemed to have his own thoughts and had no intention of answering him.

The man was silent for a while, and just when Mo Nanchuan thought he was going to give himself an explanation, Long Muyun slightly opened his thin lips, and said lightly, "Go out."

Mo Nanchuan, "..."

go out?

that's it?
So he doesn't have to explain the contract to him?

Mo Nanchuan knew that Long Muyun had always done things properly, and he would never question his actions, but this time he was really curious.

Ever since, Mo Nanchuan did not give up and wanted to continue digging, "No, Mu, listen..."

"By the way, I've also booked a ticket to return home tomorrow."

Before he finished speaking, Long Muyun's cold commanding voice came from his ear again, blocking his words abruptly.

Speaking of this, Mo Nanchuan could already see that Long Muyun was unwilling to say more, and after sighing heavily, he left the room unwillingly.

Long Muyun, who was sitting alone on the chair, stared at a cup on the table with his deep eyes calmly, fascinated.

It was Zhuang Chuchu's cup when she delivered coffee. It wasn't exquisite, but she could feel her silly intentions.

I don't know if Long Muyun is just using the cup as a fixed point of sight, or if he is really looking at the cup, but what is certain is that he is in a daze, he is meditating, which is rare.

Time passed bit by bit, and the starry sky outside was constantly blooming, and the man's heroic sword eyebrows were also slightly frowned, as if he couldn't figure out his thoughts.

The next day, early in the morning, Mo Nanchuan pulled Zhuang Chuchu up from the bed who had been sleepless last night, then went to the airport in a daze state, and hurried back to the country.

This is exactly what Zhuang Chuchu wanted. At first, she was struggling with how to hide from Kyle, but now it's all right, so she doesn't need to worry about it anymore.

It was already dark when I returned to Mo's house. After Zhuang Chuchu stepped into the door, she immediately dragged her luggage and walked to the room feebly without saying a word.

Immediately, the first thing she did when she walked into the room was to put down her luggage, and then threw herself heavily on the soft bed.

After closing his eyes and resting for a while, he took out his mobile phone and sent Yuan Yuan a message, then closed those big watery eyes again.

Tired, very tired, very tired.

However, at this moment, Mo Nanchuan desperately knocked on the door of Zhuang Chuchu's room, "Xiaoyu."

Zhuang Chuchu opened her eyes, her brows frowned slightly, and a look of impatience flashed in her eyes, the dissatisfaction with Mo Nanchuan for disturbing her was very obvious.

She sat up slowly, pursed her cherry lips and did not say a word, but Mo Nanchuan opened the door and walked in by himself.

"Xiaoyu, I ask you a very serious question."

As soon as he walked in, Mo Nanchuan didn't notice Zhuang Chuchu's displeasure, but said it in a serious and informal way.

Zhuang Chuchu glanced at him lightly, and whispered a word, "Say."

"If there is a person, you do something she doesn't like, and she is very angry when she finds out, and then says a lot of unfeeling things to you, will you continue to like her?"