Chapter 2014 Is there anyone or something that you can’t let go of?

Mo Nanjue just turned around, and the attractively colored pasta was perfectly placed on a white porcelain plate and placed in front of her eyes.

The man raised his eyes and looked into hers, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Tong Ran shook his head and gently rubbed his temples, "I almost fainted from your handsomeness."

"No matter how much you say, you can only eat a small plate, and you can't put hot sauce on it."

"..."

Okay, I was seen through again.

Mo Nanjue handed the fork to her hand, and then brought the fruit salad and warmed milk to the table.

He took a napkin and pinned it to her collar to prevent sauce from splashing, "Lift your chin up."

Tong Ran stretched out his hand and pulled it, "I won't get it on my body, I don't want to take this with me."

"no!"

"I'm not a child!"

Mo Nanjue pinched her chin and said, "Lift it up!"

"..."

Tong Ran had no choice but to raise her head obediently. After the man put it away, he scooped the salad into a bowl and pushed it to her left hand side where she could easily reach it.

He sat down opposite her.

Tong Ran was really hungry. She rolled up the pasta and took a bite. The sauce accidentally spilled out, all on the white napkin that the man pinned to her collar.

"..."

Mo Nanjue picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, "Look what I do? You are not a child."

He had long expected that she would eat like this.

From the past to now, whenever she eats noodles, the soup will definitely spill on her body.

Could this be the legendary noodle-eating dysfunction...

Tong Ran's face turned red and he wished he could find a hole in the ground to burrow down.

Mo Nanjue put down the coffee cup, "It will get cold if you don't eat it."

The weather was getting cooler, and a little cold wind blew in through the open window. Tong Ran was rolling noodles with a fork. The man was reading a financial magazine. When she looked up, she happened to see an enlarged English letter on the magazine.

n.d.

U.K……

Tong Ran got a lump in his throat and instantly remembered the letter in the drawer in the study.

The faint scent of jasmine seems to still be lingering on the tip of the nose...

Tong Ran felt that the delicious pasta in her mouth suddenly turned bitter. She picked up a spoon of salad and stirred it, but her mind was not on that.

After being silent for a long time, she suddenly raised her head and said, "Mo Nanjue, are you free now?"

The man folded down the magazine and said, "Huh?"

"Tell me about it," Tong Ran put down the spoon and held the milk glass. "I want to hear and I want to know, how were you during those four years..."

Mo Nanjue's eyelids twitched slightly. He covered up the stinging pain under his eyes and said in a very calm voice, "It's just to recuperate. There's nothing to say."

Tong Ran didn't give up, "Where are you recovering from your injuries?"

Mo Nanjue picked up the coffee cup and said, "Do you want to go?"

"No, I just want to know..."

The man didn't want to mention those dark and gloomy four years. It was the most difficult period in his life. When he recalled it, his eyes were filled with pain. "As long as you know that I'm back and I won't leave again, that's all."

"But you disappeared for four years," Tong Ran chased after him and asked, "You should at least tell me who you were with, where you were, what you were doing, and how you got here..."

Mo Nanjue pursed his thin lips tightly and did not speak.

Tong Ran held the milk cup tightly with both hands, and her voice became uncontrollably louder, "You have been idle for four years, how do I know what you are doing? Even if you are recuperating, you will not come back for four years, or...

Is there anyone or something that you can’t let go of, so you keep putting it off?”

Mo Nanjue raised his eyes when he heard this, "You're making me unable to let go?"
Chapter completed!