The days of frying CP with the enemy

He hates to eat anything bitter. This sweet digestive tablet broke his stereotype of white pills. After eating one, he smashed his mouth and said, "Can you give me some more pills?"

Mo Ran is speechless, cub, what you are taking is medicine, it is three-point poison!He put away the pills, put a cup on him, sat gently beside him, and coaxed him like a child: "Don't make trouble. The doctor is coming soon, are you still so uncomfortable?"

Strange to say, He Xingci was still half dead on the road and wanted to vomit at any time. When he returned to Mo Ran's house, he felt much less discomfort in his stomach.He shook his head obediently, although he was not so uncomfortable, at the same time, he had no energy.

Tired, he just wanted to sleep.

No, you can't sleep until the doctor comes.

Stretching his eyelids, he said, "It's okay."

"Row."

The decoration of Mo Ran's room is very cold, just like him.

With half of his face buried in the quilt, He Xingci squinted his eyes and tried not to go to sleep.This quilt also has the unique fragrance of Mo Ran.He buried it a little lower, it smelled good.

The heartbeat in the chest is about to jump out like a drum, and people are most easily moved when they are fragile.He Xingci is vomiting half to death now, Mo Ran took good care of him and found a doctor for him, his iron heart should melt a little bit.

The next morning, He Xingci felt refreshed.

After the doctor came, he took medicine and he drank a large pot of hot water. He felt really comfortable when he got up in the morning.

He woke up in the guest room of Mo Ran's house, opened the curtains, and the sky was still gray.

Looking at the time, the flight at eight o'clock in the morning is still early.

He was not feeling well, so he didn't stay for an extra day, so he changed his flight and finished shooting the variety show early.They have all filmed the second stop, and after the third stop, they can return to his own life.

After filming the variety show, he plans to take a break.

After all... Before he left, Grandpa told him that the family might not be peaceful in the future.

No matter what he said, he was still the young master of the He family, so he had to deal with it.

Stepping on the smooth and clean floor with bare feet, he walked to the bathroom with a stretched waist.

The half-length mirror showed him tired.

He patted his face, turned on the faucet, and splashed water on his face with both hands.

Huh?Mo Ran prepared a new toothpaste toothbrush?

Closely attached to the blue tooth cup is a pink one of the same style, and the toothpaste and toothbrush are still unopened.

He Xingci hesitated for a while, he is a hunk, would a hunk like pink?

Well, it doesn't matter if you don't like it, you can only use pink.

He took off his toothpaste and toothbrush coat, brushed his teeth and washed his face resignedly.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he sat in the room for a while, he couldn't stay idle.Where did Mo Ran go? Why didn't I see him all morning? Could it be that he hasn't gotten up yet?Feeling his empty stomach, forget it, he will go out and see where he can buy breakfast.

But you can't rummage through the refrigerator in other people's homes to eat.

In fact, it doesn't matter if he flips.

There is nothing in the refrigerator in Mo Ran's house, only dozens of mineral water.He Xingci likes to drink hot water, and Mo Ran likes to drink ice water.

As soon as his hand was on the doorknob, the doorknob turned in the other direction.

He Xingci was taken aback, his brows twitched: "Mo Ran? Why are you going out so early?"

Mo Ran took off his mask and asked instead of answering: "Are you feeling better?" Han#哥#儿#全#理#

"Well, that...thank...thank you Ang."

Mo Ran closed the door and walked into the living room, turned on the TV, threw the remote control casually, and sat on the sofa.

"Don't stand there like a quail, come over for breakfast." Mo Ran bought buns and soy milk in the morning.

He Xing resigned, and obediently pursed his mouth and sat next to Mo Ran to eat buns and drink soy milk.He ate for a while, then thought of a question, and licked the meat bun oil at the corner of his mouth, "You haven't told me where you went this morning."

"I'm going to take the cat to your parents' house."

He Xingci was confused, his eyebrows were lowered, "Why did you send it to my parents' house, didn't you agree to take it away after filming the show?"

So self-assertive, without discussing with him.

and! !Why can he contact his parents!This is the key question!

Mo Ran put down the soy milk and leaned on the sofa in a casual and lazy posture. He explained: "It's better to put it at your parents' house than in a pet store, and I can take pictures of you. Isn't it? By the way, your parents I changed its name to Xiaomi."

The previous Xiaohei was too ridiculous. The most important point is that this is the exclusive nickname He Xingci gave to Mo Ran.

Turning around and giving it to the cat, doesn't it mean that Mo Ran's status can be compared with that of a cat?

He is dignified, how can he be worse than a cat.

He Xingci pondered what he said was not unreasonable, it must be more at ease at home than in a pet store.If his parents want to change their name, they can change it. After finishing the inner struggle, He Zhamao makes three mouthfuls and makes two mouthfuls, and stuffs the buns.

Puffing his cheeks, he mumbled, "That's fine, thank you."

The annual divine drama - Huan Zhu Gege was playing on the TV, He Xingci picked up his pillow and watched TV with great interest.

The two chatted one after another.

"That woman yesterday, your mother?"

"stepmother."

"Oh...don't kiss her?"

"Well. She's the mistress."

Out of the anger of hating Xiao San, he sympathized and said: "Little San is the most shameless, especially some mistresses are ugly."

The son born by Xiaosan has exactly the same temperament.

He Xingci will never forget what happened to Bai Yiqi in his life.

Chu Yunjue is too insignificant.

Mo Ran remained silent, with a serious expression, and the revolving lanterns in his memory flashed quickly.

His own mother failed to jump off the building, went crazy, and lives in a mental hospital to this day.Gu Huainuan, who was in charge of the junior mistress, lived a happy life, and she didn't look ashamed of anyone at all.

He is cold by nature, and the greatest patience and love in his life are all given to the person sitting beside him.

His mother loves him.

But without much company, Mo Ran couldn't be intimate against his will.

But he is also filial, the best hospital, the best configuration, as long as he is free, he will visit his mother—even if his mother has almost forgotten him, Mo Ran persists in visiting.

The two came back by plane separately, and used to be together.

The station sister who found out the itinerary secretly squatted in the hall, carrying a camera and chatting and laughing with the little sisters around her.

Sister Zhan tied two cute shofar braids: "Our He He will be coming later, don't scare him, we can do it in secret!"

The little sister nodded quickly: "Okay, we can't let He He think that we are illegitimate fans."

They are so miserable.

The Lord is closed!

I used to be filming, and there was Reuters.

Variety shows have to be kept secret, even Reuters can't watch them.

Their darlings were locked together, and their bodies were battered to pieces.No, I can only come to the airport to take photos quietly, and then go back to lick the screen.

Among them, the Mo Ran fan next door who was dragged to squat together yawned deeply and complained all over his face: "You said you just watch your congratulations, forget it, why take me with you."

They are the opposite family, is it possible that she, a fan of Mo Ran, can still squat here until Mo Ran?

Sister Zhan grinned and bribed her: "Next time you squat on Momo, I'll come to accompany you too, okay?"

Squat her ink ink?It's as difficult as climbing the sky!This man is very protective of his itinerary, revealing very few times.

When He Xingci went out, he specially shared two cars with Mo Ran.

He should be cautious, if he is caught in the photo, it is easy to explain why he is on the same flight, so what is it like to fly at the same time?

His worries came to fruition, as soon as he entered the airport hall, fans who were as stupid as himself not to turn off the flash were snapping wildly.

The best case of fans follow the master.

He was so scared that he took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Mo Ran.

He Xingci: Stay away from me! !Further! !

"Ding dong..." Boss Mo raised his eyebrows and smiled when he received the news, stay away, he insisted on walking faster.Rebellious?President Mo quickened his pace and shortened the distance between the two of them.

From Sister Zhan's eyes, I saw a long-legged man who was about to step out of the afterimage, and then walked up to his master, patted him on the shoulder, and his master was petrified.

The sharp-eyed fans of Mo Ran frowned and found that things were not simple.

this man... this man...

She screamed out: "Ink burning! Ink burning!"

He Xingci could regard a mop as a dog, but his ears were excellent, and the girl's two voices almost sent him away.

He put aside Mo Ran's hand, "I was discovered by your fans, I told you to stay away from me."

President Mo didn't realize the situation, and there were big question marks on his small face.

"Forget it," He Xing resigned, "Anyway, you can't take a picture of your face, so it's fine if you don't admit it. I don't want to be unclear."

He Xingci didn't want to become a "rotten coffee seller" in the mouth of others.

He is a real crook, and the person he talks to will come out of the closet in the future.

The disgusted President Mo was very aggrieved. The 1.9-meter man hung his head. He thought he and Zai Zai had gotten closer, but Zai Zai still hated him so much.

During the four hours from the flight from Shanghai to Yunnan, He Xingci and Mo Ran's two agents relied on oxygen inhalation to maintain their lives.

Three days without a roof tile! !

What the hell are the two of you trying to do! !

I can't get through the phone, I don't reply to the text message, and I lose contact directly.

After Nanyan inquired about the situation with Director Fang, he knew that both of them had gone back to handle private matters, but he didn't say what it was.

All he knew was that two people left separately, how could they be photographed and go back together?

"How is it? Have you contacted the blogger? Let's suppress all the news." This time Nanyan came to Xu Yang's house, and the two of them nestled in the swing, each with a notebook, "What do you think these two dead children are?" what happened?"

He just couldn't figure it out, He Xingci used to hate Mo Ran so much, and when he heard these two words from other people's mouths, he would look cold-eyed.Now, no one responds to the news together?

Variety show reconciliation is just a talk, isn't this going too far...

Two people's cafes don't need to sell this kind of private corruption.

A terrifying thought flitted through his mind.

Could it be... two people really hooked up?

He grabbed Xu Yang's arm, "Stop talking, let me ask you something, does your Mo Ran like men?"

Xu Yang blinked a few times guilty while staring at the screen, and the speed of typing on the keyboard changed from fast to slow, and he recovered quickly within two seconds.

He smiled awkwardly, "How is it possible, Mo Ran likes that kind of little wife."

Nan Yan let out a long breath, and put his heart back into his stomach: "So he has a sweetheart?"

"Ang? Well... Yes."