After the divorce, he regretted his ex-husband too much

"Ming, tomorrow..." As soon as he opened his mouth, Han Mo was taken aback by his own voice. He murmured hoarsely, full of forbearable desire. He quickly cleared his throat and said calmly, "I will not worry about tomorrow's matter." It's been arranged, you don't have to worry too much, the waiters at the banquet include our people, and they will closely monitor the safety of food and drinks."

Hearing Han Mo's voice before, Qiao Ran's heart tightened. These days when he was married to Han Mo, whenever he suppressed his lust, his voice would become hoarse and dull, not masculine.

It turned out that he was forbearing, she thought he really didn't have feelings for her anymore!

Thinking of this, the depression in Qiao Ran's heart dissipated a little.

"Well, as long as we are inseparable in every small matter and don't give each other a chance, I believe she won't hurt us." Qiao Ran said softly.

I don't know if it's the fear of the unknown, but Han Mo felt that Qiao Ran's voice was particularly provocative tonight, and a heat surged from his lower abdomen, and spread all over his body quickly.

He felt that he did not have Chinese medicine, but it was more tormenting and intoxicating than the feeling of Chinese medicine.

"Well, as long as our husband and wife are of the same heart, nothing will trouble us." Han Mo said calmly, holding back his lust.

"Well, you're right!" Qiao Ran replied in a soft voice.

Seeing Qiao Ran's lack of interest in speaking, Han Mo said softly, "Sleep!"

"Ok!"

In an instant, the room fell into a deadly silence, so quiet that one could hear each other's heartbeat and breathing.

Han Mo felt uncomfortable all over, but he still kept his posture, fearing that the sound of turning over would disturb Qiao Ran.

Qiao Ran also lay motionless on the bed, through the light from a gap in the curtain, Qiao Ran could see Han Mo's blurred figure on the ground, looking at Han Mo's long body lying in the white blanket, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch A faint smile.

She would like to see if he can hold back from climbing into her bed all night in front of the enemy.

Han Mo lay on the ground, couldn't see what was going on on the bed, and didn't know that Qiao Ran was gloating at him, but somehow, he felt a pair of eyes looking at him, but he felt that he was thinking too much .

Qiao Ran didn't even forgive him, and didn't let him sleep on the bed, so how could he peek at him in the dark?

The time for thinking is always long and tormented, and when suffering, people will think wildly.

Han Mo thought of the scene of him fighting the crocodile with Qiao Ran, and also thought of the nightmare he had about Qiao Ran being besieged by wolves. Thinking about it, he actually entered a half-dream and half-awake state, not knowing whether he was in a dream or reality.

Seeing the scene of Qiao Ran being bitten by wolves and dripping blood all over her body, he yelled her name in heart-piercing pain.

Qiao Ran watched and saw that Han Mo was breathing evenly, but actually fell asleep. He didn't know how angry he was.

Tomorrow is Mu Tinglan's engagement banquet. What she may do will make them unable to resist. Today may be the last night they sleep together peacefully. She still has a lot of things to say to him, and he actually—sleeped— - with - up.

Really pissed her off!

This may be love!

The one who falls in love first is destined to care more!

Han Mo could fall asleep, but she couldn't!

Thinking that something might happen tomorrow that would separate them, Qiao Ran cherishes today's ease.

She didn't want to wrong Han Mo to sleep on the ground alone today.

Since he won't come up, she will go down and sleep with him.

Qiao Ran quietly crawled from the bed to Han Mo's side under the bed. Just as he was about to lie down, the man grabbed his arm tightly. Before he could react, his neck was tightly grabbed by a strong hand.

"Song Wanrou, go to hell!" Han Mo strangled Qiao Ran's neck, his voice full of anger.

Qiao Ran only felt that her neck was about to be strangled by Han Mo, the pain was unbearable and suffocating, she pinched Han Mo's hand hard, and her voice was painfully muffled

"Ah...Amo...it's...it's me...Ran'er!"

Hearing Qiao Ran's painful voice, Han Mo woke up suddenly from his sleep, and found that he was pinching Qiao Ran's neck, and he let go as if he was electrocuted.

"Ran'er, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you!" Holding the phone, Han Mo shined the phone light on Qiao Ran's neck, saw a circle of red marks on her fair skin, felt extremely distressed and blamed herself explain.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Qiao Ran took away Han Mo's phone, put it on the carpet, and asked in a concerned voice.

Han Mo hugged Qiao Ran tightly, and said in a voice full of fear: "Before going to bed, I thought about Pan Sihan's death, the scene of us beating crocodiles and the nightmare I had. When I was half asleep and half awake, that dream became very clear. see you……"

Having said that, Han Mo didn't say any more, he just hugged Qiao Ran tighter, as if he wanted to blend into his flesh and blood.

"Ran'er, can I kiss you? Let's forget it, lest you think I'm taking the opportunity to take advantage of you..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Ran took the initiative to kiss his lips.

Being kissed by Qiao Ran, Han Mo froze at first, then held Qiao Ran's head and deepened the kiss vigorously.

He kissed passionately and sincerely, giving her all his tenderness and love like treating a peerless treasure.

From the beginning of a kiss, the subsequent intimacy becomes natural and a matter of course.

The cold physical battle between them caused by Mu Tinglan broke the ice tonight after they endured it for twelve days.

This night, they demanded each other more crazily than their wedding night, they were tireless and forgot about time.

Because this night is a bit like the last joy of life, they just want to let the other party feel their own existence more genuinely and warmly.

The physical love is not enough, they whispered softly in each other's ears over and over again.

"Ran'er, I love you, I love you very much!"

"Amo, I love you even more. I have loved you for 13 years. From youth to youth, I have you in my heart!"

"Ran'er, I will be with you for the rest of my life!"

……

Mu Tinglan and Wei Chun's engagement banquet was held at Jiuzhou International Hotel.

The layout of the banquet venue is dreamlike, romantic and luxurious, and the atmosphere is beautiful. When people walk in, they feel like they are in a fairyland, and at the same time, they can feel a strong sense of happiness and sweetness. Every decoration shows the hero and heroine. Loving and sweet.

Many people came to the banquet, among them Zhou Yu, Pei Jinyi, and Wen Shiyu all came to the engagement banquet as Mu Tinglan's friends.

Tao Tao was recuperating at home because of a rib injury and did not attend.

Wen Shiyu didn't know that Mu Tinglan was an evil person, so Han Mo asked Zhou Yu and Pei Jinyi to follow her every step of the way, even if they were going to the toilet, they had to stay outside.

With the lessons learned from the Qian family last time, this time at the banquet, Han Mo held Qiao Ran's hand tightly, not letting her leave him.

Of course, after the previous series of events, people avoided Qiao Ran, and not many people dared to greet Han Mo.

Seeing Han Mo and Qiao Ran appear at the banquet, everyone discussed her in low voices, their words and eyes were full of disgust and fear.

Those who dare to come up to greet Han Mo are those who have a good relationship with Han Mo and appreciate Han Mo very much.

Being ignored by everyone for the first time, Han Mo and Qiao Ran also took a leisurely break. The two found a seat slightly off, took some food they liked, and watched the men and women around them socializing and chatting while eating.