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    Chapter 14

    Zhuo Weilan tried to struggle, but found that she couldn't push away Mo Shuang, who had been prepared for it, and gave up silently.

    Seeing her calm down, Mo Shuang breathed a sigh of relief and carefully let go of her hand. She was careful enough to move her fingers away one by one, keeping her eyes fixed on her and pressing the hand on her shoulder harder.

    Zhuo Weilan suspected that if she really disobeyed and started yelling, Mo Shuang would be pushed into bed immediately.

    "I won't shout, don't worry." She had just spent some effort to break away, but now her whole body was weak and she couldn't shout out. Instead, she was able to raise the corners of her lips as her anger grew stronger, and smiled kindly, "What did you say, Dad?  Coming, right?¡±

    Knowing that she had made a mistake, Mo Shuang was not fooled by her smile and slowly stepped back from the bed and stood up, "Yes."

    Zhuo Weilan watched Mo Shuang go away with satisfaction. After taking a closer look, he felt uncomfortable again.

    Mo Shuang stepped on the floor with her bare feet because she was anxious.

    How cold is it?

    Zhuo Weilan was only thinking about this issue related to physical health. When the question on his lips got stuck, he frowned and let out a word of concern, "You put on your slippers first."

    Mo Shuang obediently went to find the slippers she had just kicked off, put them on, sniffed and lowered her head, her body trembling slightly in her thin pajamas.

    It¡¯s the end of October, and the temperature is getting lower and lower. There is a cold wind and mist in the morning, and you can catch a cold if you are not careful.

    "" Zhuo Weilan couldn't stand it anymore, thinking why it would be awkward to show concern anyway, so he hesitated for a moment and lifted the quilt, gritted his teeth and said word by word, "It's cold, come up here."

    Mo Shuang raised her head suddenly, with a bright smile on her face, "Thank you Wei Lan."

    "You're welcome." Zhuo Weilan pretended to be calm and looked away, then asked the right question, "Dad is here, you run into my roomwho opens the door for him?"

    "Aunt."

    "Auntie stayed at home?"

    "Well, you didn't eat much yesterday. I was afraid that you would be hungry at night, so I asked Auntie to stay."

    Zhuo Weilan squinted at Mo Shuang, feeling a little incredible.

    First it was the driver, Lao Zhang, and then the housekeeping aunt. These people were all in trouble and making excuses in front of her. How come they were all willing to work overtime in front of Mo Shuang?

    Zhuo Weilan began to wonder if he was too soft-hearted and easy to bully.

    "Wei Lan." Mo Shuang took the opportunity to look back and saw the unfinished plate of fried rice on the bedside table, "Are you hungry?"

    "I'm not hungry, just a little sleepy."

    Zhuo Weilan combed her hair and answered casually while closing her eyes to rest. Then she heard Mo Shuang ask, "It's better to get up. Let's go down and have breakfast with dad."

    Why is the sound getting closer?

    Zhuo Weilan opened his eyes suddenly, turned his head, and faced Mo Shuang, who was about to rub shoulders with him, "Hey!"

    "Shh." This time Mo Shuang was not as rude as covering her mouth with her hands. She tapped her fingertips gently, in front of her lips and the tip of her nose.

    Who would have thought of this trick? Zhuo Weilan was so heartbroken by the gentle itch that he really shut up.

    "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Mo Shuang spoke very nicely. She didn't say a word about why she was so close. She apologized from other angles and used what she said, "But the weather is too cold. I  Come in a hurry and wear little."

    Zhuo Weilan just did this.

    "Ohthencover it for a while." She saw goose bumps on Mo Shuang's arms exposed under her sleeves due to the cold. She thought this reason was acceptable, but she really felt that it was awkward for them to lie on the same bed.  , Bian Bianzui reached for his coat and left the quilt to Mo Shuang.

    Thanks to the sudden inspiration to rush to the manuscript yesterday, Zhuo Weilan was wearing a set of casual clothes that looked attractive. It was not the pajamas that he usually didn't know how to roll up when he fell asleep. He didn't look too embarrassed when he got up from the bed.

    "I'm going to wash up."

    She confessed, turned and walked to the bathroom, closed the door and sighed out the breath she was holding.

    It¡¯s early in the morning, what is this all about?

    Zhuo Weilan scratched his hair and shuffled to the mirror. Seeing his haggard face in it, he secretly regretted staying up late. He turned on the faucet and rinsed it with cold water to calm down.

    She not only freshened up, but also rummaged through the cabinets in the bathroom to find some cream and lipstick to brighten her complexion.

    Zhuo Weilan looked in the mirror and felt less embarrassed. He opened the door and walked out slowly.

    Mo Shuang was leaning on the bedside watching the morning news.; The assistant cleverly asked the aunt to heat breakfast. Dad asked them to sit down and said, "You can have breakfast in a moment."

    Mo Shuang glanced at the documents covering the coffee table, pursed her lips, and asked in a low voice, "Dad, are you busy?"

    "It's okay." The father was hardened when faced with tough situations and softer when faced with soft situations. He softened his voice as his daughter asked weakly, "You said yesterday that there was something important. What was it?"

    Mo Shuang glanced at Zhuo Weilan.

    Determined to reduce the sense of existence, Zhuo Weilan lowered his head without noticing, rubbing his hands and muttering silently: Don't let me say it, I'm afraid

    "Dad." Mo Shuang took out the information given by the assistant yesterday from under the coffee table, "Assistant Chen showed me these yesterday."

    Dad took it and looked through it carefully. The assistant quickly put away the other documents.

    There was only the faint sound of turning pages of paper in the living room.

    Zhuo Weilan stared at her father uneasily, thinking about how likely this nepotistic elder was to consider the possibility of Mo Qinhai committing a crime. Mo Shuang saw that she was nervously pinching her fingers again, and stretched out her hand to cover her, using the warmth of his palms to dispel her uneasiness.  .

    While they were waiting in confusion, their father finished reading, put down the information, looked at Mo Shuang and asked, "Who do you think it is?"

    Zhuo Weilan¡¯s heart clenched and she pinched her fingers even tighter.

    "Cousin," Mo Shuang felt her self-abuse behavior and took on the important task of telling the truth, "We haven't been very happy together these years. If something happens to me, he will benefit the most."

    Dad chuckled, "Really? I have more reasonable doubts."

    Zhuo Weilan was stunned, and Mo Shuang also frowned.

    "A year ago, didn't you always feel like someone was following you?" Dad clicked on the badly beaten photo on the profile, "Maybe it wasn't an illusion, it was real." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel  .com
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