High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

How sad would she be if she knew that everyone knew that he had woken up, but only kept it from her?

Mo Qiange has always been the person who knows Luo An Ning best. Seeing the disappointment on her face, he struggled to get up. Xia Xinlan hurried forward to support him, and stuffed a pillow behind his waist. Mo Qiange did not refuse , hurriedly explained: "An Ning, I can't delay silently, now she is finally willing to try to go back, this time, it's not the time to tell her that I'm awake. Do you understand?"

Rong Yan patted his little wife, who was in entanglement and feeling guilty towards Lu Momo, and lowered his head to her ear and whispered, "Lu Momo will understand you when he finds out."

"Really?" Luo Anning raised her head, with a trace of uncertainty in her eyes.

Rong Yan's heart softened, and he suddenly regretted that Tang Chao should not have caused her to get into trouble. With a long arm, he held her in his arms as if no one else was there, and comforted her: "Really, I promise."

After Mo Qiange woke up, his condition gradually improved, and a week later, he was able to get out of bed and walk around.

After the Mo family and the Xia family confirmed that he was fine, they returned to China, allowing him to recuperate in Canada, and Xia Xinlan also stayed as a matter of course.

Mo Qiange's attitude towards Xia Xinlan, how should I put it, was incredible.

It stands to reason that he has little contact with this fiancée except for the gatherings of the two families.

I can't talk about feelings, at most it can only be a good impression, not repulsion, or dislike.

But after waking up, Mo Qiange's attitude towards Xia Xinlan made even others feel that there was some unexplainable affection between the two of them.

Luo Anning saw it, and didn't know whether to be happy for Qian Ge or feel sorry for Momo.

Just in response to that sentence, the palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, no matter which side is injured, she will feel distressed.

A few more days later, after Christine's telephone bombardment and threats, Rong Yan finally boarded the plane back home with his lovely wife and child.

Mo Qiange came to see off the plane, hugging the handsome young man who smelled of milk, he was a little reluctant to let go.

Although there are not many worlds together, the impression of the little guy and him can only be described as deep-rooted.

The first one dared to bite his mouth until his skin was broken everywhere. When he woke up, he was still staring at him with big eyes. There was no one else except this pink and tender ball in his arms.

No matter how reluctant, I still want to send him away. Before leaving, Mo Qiange lowered his head and looked into the little guy's dark eyes, "Xiaoshuai, next time I see my uncle, I hope you can call him in a correct way." Uncle, not Jiujiu, huh?"

After hearing this, Xiao Shuai grinned and giggled, his eyebrows curved, his voice clear, and he hugged Mo Qiange and kissed him on the face.

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Everyone in the Tang Sect could tell that Young Master Tang was in a good mood recently.

Although he had quarreled several times with Lord Tang and the future young mistress, it didn't affect his good mood.

However, Young Master Tang, who used to go back to the Tang Sect no matter how late every day, has recently started to stay out at night again.

Why is this?

Ma Zai, who was watching the scene at the nightclub, said that he once saw Young Master Tang slapping a girl on the street. The most important thing was not their handsome and mighty Young Master Tang slapping his face, but that girl was obviously a minor, okay? !

Everyone was ashamed, looking at Young Master Tang with more inquisitive eyes, no wonder Young Master Tang was not interested in the hot young mistress of the future, it was because he had a new hobby and fell in love with the girl with young teeth!

However, this picture is too weird, okay? They couldn't imagine the tall and powerful Tang Shao holding the girl's hand in the street with a deadpan face.