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quarter of an hour.

Looking down at the man on his lap covering his eyes with his arms, whispering "very tired and troublesome", Mo Ranxian curled his curly brown hair with slightly hard texture with his index finger, and smiled on his lips.

Taking advantage of the gap between the end of the year-end report of the branch family, I left for a breath of air. On a whim, I hid my spiritual pressure and came over to have a look. I didn't think about it and listened to the most important part.

Just about to quietly go back to the main hall, the sliding door opened, and the man with a smile in his eyes picked her up and walked back to the main courtyard. He said, give him a quarter of an hour.

The man's voice was gentle and vaguely irresistible, even if it was rare to act like a baby, he was still very domineering, Mo Ran Xianyi gently pulled his arm away, and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Miss Xianyi seems to be in a particularly good mood?"

"Yes," Mo Ranxian put his arm back unhurriedly, tightly covered his eyes, and said calmly, "And you don't want to spoil my good mood with sarcastic remarks in the next few days. "

Hearing the voice of his young lady who seemed indifferent but couldn't hold back her laughter, Aizen closed her eyes and thought helplessly that he was being tempted by his elders in the Japanese room, but she was quite happy to eavesdrop: "This kind of experience is enough once." .”

"I didn't lie to you, my grandfather is really friendly, isn't he?" Mo Ran Xianyi knew that he must be aggrieved when fighting with his grandfather, and it has nothing to do with personal strength. He must restrain his edge before achieving his goal.

"I heard you told about Senior Chun's deeds," Lan Ran pulled the corners of her lips slightly, "Maybe all the three generations of patriarchs of your grandparents have some rebellious traits?"

Mo Ran Xianyi pursed her lips and smiled, not denying it.

In the past, under the deliberate brainwashing of the elders and the longing for Kuchiki Byakuya, she really believed that the head of the family must be a dignified and solemn existence, and abide by the rules. Although her image of the head of the family has not violated the original intention so far, in terms of personal life planning, It must now deviate from the original track.

"I didn't expect your grandfather to use the detection of ghosts," Lan Ran smiled bitterly, and his tone couldn't tell if he was really troubled, or he just said casually, "I thought it was just a friendly exchange of topics around Miss Xianyi, but I didn't think so. I was guarded as a villain, and I almost found out that I took pleasure in bullying his granddaughter."

Mo Ran Xianyi snorted and joked: "Bad men are good at acting, you are not bad."

"Don't say that, it seems that you are shallow-sighted."

"Lord Lan Ran, fifteen minutes is very short," Mo Ran Xianyi smiled at Mimi, not responding to his irony, "You can think clearly before answering."

Lan Ran laughed softly, stretched out her hand to caress her cheek, her brown eyes shone with indulging tenderness: "What do you want to hear, let me tell you."

What do you want to hear?

Mo Ran Xianyi was stunned for a long time by his response, she really hadn't thought about this question.For so many years, it seems that she is talking, and he is responsible for listening; he asks, she explains, and occasionally replies with a few innocuous words to attack her.

"A quarter of an hour is very short, hurry up and catch the tail of time, Miss Xianyi."

"Don't rush me, I want you to talk too much, I need to struggle for a while." Unconsciously grabbing the man's big, warm hand with distinct finger bones, Mo Ran Xianyi rubbed his head sideways, frowning in distress.

As time passed bit by bit, Mo Ran Xianyi glanced at the watch and sighed lightly.

He couldn't do what he really wanted to hear.

"Praise me, for example, for being cute or something."

"You really love to joke, Miss Xianyi."

At the end of a quarter of an hour, before they both stood up and were about to step out of the courtyard, Aizen finally smiled and obeyed her wishes.

The difference is only in exaggerating her personality, not her looks.

"Look," Mo Ran Xianyi murmured in a low voice, holding his arm and walking towards the main hall, "You liar who always loves to fool people, you can say whatever I want to hear."

"It's against my conscience if I really say it," Aizen said with a happy face, but he didn't mean to reflect on it, "I don't want to subvert my perception of the word cute."

...Forget it, in fact, she didn't want to hear this so much.

It was cold outside, and Mo Ran Xianyi leaned against him a little more.

She thought that as long as this man was still by her side, she would like everything he said.

Moreover, she is indeed far from the lovely image in his mind, after all, in his mind, she should be the most beautiful of all women.

Do not accept other options, hum.

***

In the main hall of Mo Ran's house, everyone didn't have much reaction when they saw the Patriarch and Captain Lan Ran appear together arm in arm.

They knew a little bit about the details. Since the news got out, everyone in the family had been waiting for the official statement from the head of the family. Now, taking advantage of the Chinese New Year, it is nice to see the relationship in a low-key manner on occasions where there are no outsiders.

Just like Moran Zongyilang's time, these unfamiliar noble men and women who separated from the family just greeted the two of them respectfully, and then did what they had to do, chatting and eating continued to eat, no one mentioned the marriage contract .

It was only later that Aizen found out that Mo Ran Xianyi had called a secret meeting with the leaders of the various ministries of the branch family on a certain day after returning from the calamity, and took the opportunity to clarify the matter of the Nanyun clan with them mention her plans.

After the division of the family, no one was willing to compete for the successor head of the family, and the parents of the children also refused again. They decided to rely on the opinion of the head of the family. After 20 years, there was no heir to make other plans.

After coldly asking Aizen to just play cards and not to bully her nephew, Moran Kanyi and Oikawa couple smiled, walked back to Moran Soichiro and sat down next to Moran Soichiro, calmly picked up a cup of hot tea .

"This year's annual nobleman's meeting with the kid from the Kuchiki family?" Soichiro Moran pulled down his presbyopic glasses slightly and looked at his granddaughter, asking casually.

"And Lucy, don't forget about him!"

Moran Zongyilang responded "Yes", pushed his glasses back to the bridge of his nose, and squinted his eyes to study the game record: "Why is there no news about Saotome's family?"

Knowing that his grandfather was asking about Saotome Ryukyu's marriage, Moran Xianyi thought for a while, and smiled lightly: "He said that there are many cousins, so he is not afraid that no one will take over, and his feelings will follow the fate."

"Young master still has a lot of personality, huh?" Mr. Mo Ran raised his eyebrows and turned the page, "You three, you play together, it's unconventional... I don't understand the young people nowadays... Ideas!"

"Grandpa──" Mo Ran Xianyi approached coquettishly, "You know I just don't want him to come in, it's troublesome in every way."

When Mo Ran heard the words, he waved her hand to let her relax: "After all, it is because he refuses to marry, and you still speak for him. This arm is bent outward..."

"Grandpa──" the granddaughter was unhappy.

"I know, I know," President Mo Ran chuckled, "It's you who want to marry, but Mr. Captain doesn't want to cling to the rich and powerful. Hey, what a great sentiment?"

Mo Ran Xianyi lowered her head with a blushing face, and muttered softly: "You just like to make fun of me."

Mr. Mo Ran took his granddaughter gently, and smiled in a low voice: "Girl, you know that no matter what you have to face, there is an old man behind me. I am confident that I will live for tens of thousands of years after I leave the court guard."

Just thinking about why grandfather suddenly mentioned this intention, the next second he leaned close to her ear mysteriously.

"I'm sure you have the strength to take care of your great-grandchildren. Twenty years will pass in a blink of an eye. We, the Moran family, can't wait. Your bet..."

"..." Listening to my grandfather talking about the hateful Room 46, while haggling over the 20-year deadline, even Mo Ran Xianyi felt that this style of painting was not right.

During the free time in the second half of the night on New Year's Eve, Huang Yahuang finally came to the most exciting moment.

Fireworks have already risen in the direction of Liuhun Street, and even in the Moran mansion a little further away, the gorgeous fireworks in the night sky can be seen one after another.

Indoors, in front of Mo Ran's Patriarch, several children have already lined up, smiling and congratulating Mo Ran Xianyi.

Moran Xianyi turned sideways and took several exquisite New Year's money bags from the tray in Suzuki Sumire's hand, starting with the largest Moran San, and went forward to get them one by one.

The Oichuan brothers and sisters lined up behind Moran Lanhua. Compared with the children of the separated family who were still a little afraid of the head of the family, their attitude seemed much more generous.

After Moran Xianyi and Moran Zongyilang had finished receiving their shares, and the six big white dogs of Moran's family had all received their snack money, while Moran Xianyi was dealing with the adults who were separated from the family, the five children looked at each other. Qi Qi walked towards the man who was watching his heart.

"Captain Aizen, Happy New Year!"

"Ah, Happy New Year." Aizen smiled, but did not move.

This reaction didn't seem right, and the children were puzzled.

"Do you want to give us the New Year's money, Captain Blue Ran?" Mo Ran Lanhua tugged at his sleeve and asked with her head tilted.

"As far as etiquette is concerned, there are." Aizen smiled, taking out a few New Year's money from the inner pocket, and was not in a hurry to give them.

If there is, then why...

It was Oikawa Yuki who reacted first, but he refused to do such a degrading thing.But after all, he was still a child at heart, so he couldn't help biting his sister's ear quietly.

Oi Chuan Youni nodded when she heard the words, and turned to exchange views with Moran Qingshan.Mo Ransan just stood dignifiedly at the side from the beginning to the end, not daring to make any mistakes.

"Master Lanran, Happy New Year?" Moran Qingshan stepped forward and called tentatively with a neatly trimmed melon skin on top.

But in conclusion, no.

"Captain Aizen?" No.

"Captain Aizen Soyousuke?" Wrong again.

After guessing a few possible titles, Oikawa Yuki casually asked, "Sister Xianyi's Aizen-sama?"

Lan Ran couldn't help laughing when he saw that the boy raised his eyebrows to the sky, "It's just a little bit worse."

"Don't play with the children." Just after the end of the New Year, the head of the family encouraged Mo Ran Zong Yilang to take over. When Mo Ran Xianyi turned around, he saw a big and big one messing with the five small ones, "My Lord Yousuke."

The last sentence was said lightly, and Moran Xianyi winked at the children.

oh

Seeing the children happily whispering in the corner with the New Year's money looted from the adults, Moran Xianyi leaned against the man angrily: "I don't know that you are so narrow-minded, why did Yuxi provoke you?"

"Your little nephew didn't give me a good face when he saw me," Aizen smiled and opened the wooden box Moran Soichiro asked the old Suzuki housekeeper to give him. Don't fix him."

"Don't be serious in this kind of place." Moran Xianyi glared at him, frowned after taking the wooden sign in his hand to examine, "Hey, the lucky money that my grandfather gave you is really generous."

Aizen took the things back and turned them back and forth to study, puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"This is the house number."

"Where?"

Moran Xianyi smiled: "Your courtyard."

Perhaps it should be said that it is their courtyard.

In the new year, it's time to replace the small house number in the owner's courtyard with a new one.

Is it good or bad to have an enlightened grandfather?

Mo Ran Xianyi shook her head with a smile, and suddenly remembered what her mother had mentioned. When her father was pursuing her mother, the famous and respected elders sent someone to send a beautiful courtyard to her on the day she nodded.

They hadn't even talked about marriage then.

Who is that hot elder?It's clear.

"Is Master Mo Ran real?" Lan Ran raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing her explanation.

"Believe me, I still had some doubts before the house number was delivered," Mo Ran Xianyi asked him to put away his things, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes and said calmly, "This is absolutely true."

Mo Ran Xian Yi thought, to be able to raise a maverick noble son like her father, Mo Ran Chun, her grandfather's true temperament seems to be not to be underestimated.

For the first time in 200 years, she felt sorry for the elders who had broken their hearts for the family.