Lucky to Have You Till the End

After Tang Xinyan returned to the room, she began to pack her luggage, she didn't have a lot of things, so in less than ten minutes, Tang Xinyan sorted it out.

She picked up the bag containing her own things and walked to the door.

"Get out of the way." Seeing Mo Chi blocking the door, Tang Xinyan's brows were tightly furrowed together, and the watery glaze-like clear apricot eyes showed a hint of coldness.

Mo Chiwei did not speak, but spread his right hand.

When she saw the ring lying in the palm of his hand, Tang Xinyan's charming little face showed a touch of surprise, but when she wanted to grab the ring, Mo Chi Wei held her hand.

She watched the ring that she regarded as a treasure was held by Mo Chiwei.

Tang Xinyan took a deep breath.

"I don't want the ring anymore. My husband is dead anyway. It's not important whether I want it or not."

Husband is dead? Hearing these words, Mo Chiwei's long and narrow peach blossom eyes narrowed together slightly, and a complex expression flashed deep under his eyes.

"Gu Ranran has no way to return to China for the time being, so if you return to China, there will be no one to take care of you. Even when you give birth, there is no one by your side."

Wei Mo Chi stood in the door, his deep black pupil locked tightly on Tang Xinyan's body.

"Impossible, Ran Ran has promised me, as long as I don't like to stay here, she can go back to China with me at any time." Tang Xinyan intuitively didn't believe Mo Chi's words, thinking it was just a deception from him.

"You can call her, I believe the person who answers the phone must be Chi Zhiheng." Mo Chiwei's low and magnetic voice sounded again.

Impossible, what Ran Ran hates most now is Chi Zhiheng.

Tang Xinyan didn't believe Mo Chiwei's words, and quickly dialed Gu Ranran's phone number.

The phone rang for a long time, and no one answered. Just when she was about to hang up, a man's voice filled with magnetism rang in her ear.

He had contact with Chi Zhiheng, so Tang Xinyan was sure that the owner of this voice was him. Could it be that what Mo Chiwei said was true, and that Ran Ran was really with him?

"I'm looking for Ran Ran, I'm Tang Xinyan."

Tang Xinyan said.

"Sorry, I'm tired, I'm asleep now."

There was an ambiguous hoarseness in Chi Zhiheng's low voice. Tang Xinyan was a past person, so she knew very well under what circumstances Chi Zhiheng would make such an **** voice.

"Then... Then when she gets better, you ask her to call me, and I'll find something to her."

"Okay, I will."

After saying this, Chi Zhiheng hung up the phone.

"How about? Gu Ranran is with Chi Zhiheng, right? I didn't deceive you." Mo Chiwei walked up to Tang Xinyan with a few strides.

Tang Xinyan raised her eyebrows.

"Even if Ranran can't return to China with me for a while, I don't have to stay here, Mo Chiwei, please let me go. Even if I live in a hotel, I don't want to live here."

Tang Xinyan's attitude is very persistent, and in her dazzling beautiful eyes, unchangeable waves flow.

"Woman, don't challenge my bottom line, otherwise this child might..."

Mo Chiwei's eagle eyes landed on Tang Xinyan's bulging belly, and her thin **** lips slightly raised a cruel arc that made Tang Xinyan panic.

"You... what are you going to do to my child?"

Tang Xinyan took a big step back in fright, and hurriedly protected her stomach with both hands, for fear that Li Wei Mo Chi would do something to harm the child in the next moment.

The restlessness and fear in Tang Xinyan's eyes caused Mo Chi's eyes to flash the joy of the hunter after victory.

Woman, fight with me, you are a bit too tender.

"If you leave this villa with your front foot, I can make people... knock out the child in your stomach."

Mo Chiwei sat on the sofa and said unhurriedly, his low voice was as thick as a cello, but... but every word was stuck in Tang Xinyan's heart like a knife.

"Wei Mo Chi, you...you are not a human being, so you... actually have such cruel thoughts, you..."

Seeing Tang Xin's face flushed red, and the flames of anger flashing in his bright pupils, Mo Chiwei frowned slightly.

"A Leng..."

Just when the two men were at war, Meng Baizhi walked into the room with a smile on his face and came directly in front of Mo Chiwei. He took his arm affectionately.

"What's the matter?" When Meng Baizhi walked into the room, Mo Chiwei cast a cloud of anger on Jun's face.

Meng Baizhi did not expect that Mo Chiwei's voice would be so indifferent, which added to her hatred of Tang Xinyan.

But when she raised to face Mo Chi, her face was filled with a gentle and elegant smile.

"A-Leng, I...we haven't been to see Xiao Ni'er for a long time. Why don't we go to the hospital to see him tomorrow. If his body recovers well, he can come back and we can be reunited."

Meng Baizhi's gentle voice seemed to be smeared with honey, with a charm that made men fascinated.

"Well, let's go see him tomorrow."

Little Nier? Reunion? Could it be that this boy named Xiao Ni'er is the one he saw in the hospital?

Since the child is back, and their family will be reunited soon, why should he let himself stay?

"Mo Chiwei, I congratulate you on the reunion of your family. Please don't disturb my life anymore. I don't want to have... any contact with you anymore."

After saying this, Tang Xinyan picked up his own things and walked directly to the door.

Seeing Tang Xinyan about to leave, Mo Chiwei stood up instinctively, but just when he was about to stop Tang Xinyan, Meng Baizhi suddenly fell weakly into his arms, his face was instantly pale, and his forehead was covered. A layer of sweat.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Meng Baizhi seemed to fall down at any time, Mo Chiwei had to give up the idea of ​​chasing Tang Xinyan, helped Meng Baizhi and sat on the sofa next to him.

"I...I'm not feeling well in my stomach recently, it hurts, A Leng, can you...can you hug me back to the room? I have... medicine in my drawer."

Meng Baizhi said weakly.

Mo Chiwei frowned, but still picked up Meng Baizhi and carried her back to the bed in the room.

While Mo Chiwei was looking for medicine for herself, a smug smile crossed Meng Baizhi's pale cheeks, but the pain in her legs just now made her brows frown.

In order to keep Wei Mo Chi, she had a deadly hand on herself. Fortunately, everything was as she had expected. Wei Mo did not leave, and after the woman left the villa, there would be no good fruit.

Tang Xinyan, you... are dead.