Cold young chasing his wife has a deep routine

Chapter 896 Just because Mao is a man
Aunt An, who was full of confusion, turned around holding An Ran's things and asked, "Can you take this upstairs?"

Before An Ran could answer, Leng Chengtian's icy voice sounded: "Take it for dry cleaning."

An Ran glared at Leng Chengtian, but because the elders were all there, she didn't open her mouth to contradict him.

"Mom, I'll go upstairs with Ranran to change, and I'll be down later." There was a trace of coldness in Leng Chengtian's tone, which made Li Xuesi a little uneasy.

Looking at his son's leaving back, he said: "Chengtian, if you have something to say, talk it out, don't quarrel."

An Ran poked her head out of Leng Chengtian's arms, and gave her mother-in-law a big smile: "Mom, I was justified in the quarrel, so don't worry."

Seeing An Ran smiled, the two elders were relieved.

Not wanting to make such a comparison, Triumph was actually greatly inferior in the comparison.

Suddenly being thrown onto the bed, An Ran lifted the quilt and got under the quilt.

The grass, although it is almost spring, still freezes to death.

I don't know if it's freezing outside, or it's really warm under the blanket.

As soon as he got into the quilt, An Ran was so comfortable that he wished he could lie down forever.

"Get up, change your clothes." Leng Chengtian sullenly pulled An Ran's quilt, looking very displeased with that pink swimsuit.

"No, I'm still angry." An Ran curled her lips, kicked the man's arm away, and pulled back the quilt to wrap herself into a silkworm chrysalis.

"Hiss, you dare to talk back, don't you?" The man gritted his teeth, becoming more and more certain that his girl's anger had already dissipated, but she just couldn't get off the stage.

"What can you do to me?" An Ran turned her back and ignored Leng Chengtian, her tense nerves relaxed, and she actually felt a little sleepy.

Knowing that An Ran was angry with him, Leng Chengtian looked helpless, put the home clothes he had prepared on the bedside table, and let An Ran calmly say: "Okay, you can change it whenever you want."

After saying that, he picked up An Ran's bag and walked out of the bedroom door.

Didn't realize that her mobile phone was missing, and after the bedroom became quiet, An Ran soon sank into the fragrance of dreams.

As soon as Leng Chengtian left the bedroom, he heard someone talking downstairs, and it wasn't his own family's voice.

The man frowned slightly, looked at the bag in An Ran's hand, felt the constant vibration inside the bag, and walked to the study.

Shui Miaomiao made countless phone calls, and when he was hesitating whether to call the police, the call finally connected, but it was a somewhat familiar male voice: "Who is that?"

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, isn't this An Ran's phone?" As if she didn't believe herself, Shui Miaomiao deliberately turned on the screen and looked at it. It was indeed An Ran's phone, but it was because Mao was a man who answered it?
According to my nephew's investigation, doesn't An Ran live with her mother?

Could it be that the person who answered the phone was An Ran's father?
But aren't An Ran's parents divorced?

And it doesn't sound like an older man's voice?

No, why does it sound like the chairman's cold voice!
Damn, have you lost your mind?

For a while, Shui Miaomiao was a little confused.

Hearing Shui Miaomiao's voice, the man's eyes sank. He hadn't forgotten the two people who had dinner with An Ran in the morning, and it was eye-catching when he thought of it.

"Yes, what's the matter with you?"

For some reason, Shui Miaomiao couldn't help shivering, always feeling a pair of cold eyes staring at herself: "Hehe, I'm the editor-in-chief of An Ran, I just asked her to swim with her, but she disappeared in a blink of an eye. I'm a little worried, so..."

"You don't have to worry, she will go back to work tomorrow." Leng Chengtian dealt with it casually, and was about to hang up the phone.

(End of this chapter)