Lin Ran lay on the hospital bed for two days and her body was almost recovering. She received a message from Jiang Yuxiu - a photo of Lin Tianhua lying on the hospital bed, wearing an oxygen hood, dying.

Jiang Yuxiu is a smart person and knows that a photo is more effective than anything else.

When Song Zhiyuan brought breakfast into the ward, he saw Lin Ran packing his things.

"Where are you going?" Song Zhiyuan was a little nervous.

" Raise money." He knew the situation of the Lin family, and Lin Ran didn't hide it from him.

She had few things and quickly packed them up. She turned around and wanted to leave, but was blocked by Song Zhiyuan.

"How much is needed?" he asked softly.

Lin Ran looked up at him and reminded with a low smile: "You can't help with this, it will be no good for you to get involved in the Lin family."

Song Zhiyuan's father and Lin Tianhua are good brothers for many years and have received a lot of favors from Lin Tianhua. Because of this, when something happened to Lin Tianhua, the Song family must avoid suspicion.

And she was grateful to Song Zhiyuan, who was the one who was sincerely good to her. So she didn't want to pull him into the water.

"Ranran!" Song Zhiyuan grabbed her arm with emotion, and then released her hand restraintly, "Call me if you have something to do."

Although the Song family is considered to be well-known in S City, it is far from being able to cover the sky with one hand. He really can't help the situation of the Lin family now.

Lin Ran walked to the door, held the handle of the door in his hand and paused, and turned around: "Zhiyuan, take me to see my child."

"..." Song Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Okay."

The child who unfortunately died prematurely had no tombs, no graves, only a jar of ashes, stored in the funeral home.

Song Zhiyuan did not disturb her and let her be alone.

There is only a number on the small urn, no name.

She hasn't named him yet.

Lin Ran stroked the cold box, her heart thrust, and she held it tightly in her arms. She suppressed her emotions for so many days and was able to release her. She cried until she was trembling and she couldn't cry.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, it's because my mother didn't protect you."

Song Zhiyuan waited at the door for a long time, but before Lin Ran came out. He knocked on the door and went in to find her, but found that the person had left. Song Zhiyuan was planning to call Lin Ran and receive a text message first.

"Thank you Zhiyuan, I have something to do, let's go first."

He frowned and called Lin Ran's number, but was reminded that he was on the phone and called several times in a row.

Lin Ran was trying to raise money. She found all the people she could contact. When she mentioned borrowing money, the responses she received were ridicule, rejection, and even humiliation.

She was forced into a dead corner by life and realized sadly that no one could help her except Mosnian.

Lin Ran mustered up the courage to finally dial the number that he knew well again.

The dull ringtone hits the eardrums.

She waited with breath, trying to respond to him in the calmest tone.

"Hello, who can I ask?" But what came from the other end of the phone was the gentle voice of a woman.

Lin Ran's mental preparation collapsed instantly. After a few seconds, he spoke: "...I'll look for Mosnian."

"Oh, Sinian is taking a shower. He has not saved your number. Who are you? If you have any urgent matters to him, I can tell you."

"No need." Lin Ran's throat was dry and she still asked unwillingly, "Are you Miss Bai Xianchu?"

The woman seemed a little embarrassed, but she replied with a smile: "I am Bai Xianchu."

She came back this evening. Mosnian went to pick her up the plane. It seemed that she took the person home directly.

The two must be inseparable.

Bai Xianchu was still asking who she was.

This is the white moonlight in Mosnian's heart.

Lin Ran looked up at the moon in the sky and smiled coldly: "Miss Bai really wants to know?"

Bai Xianchu seemed to have been interested by her rhetoric.

"Of course. Who are you?"

"You can call me Mrs. Mo..." Her pronunciation became more serious, and she further pointed out as provocatively, "Mrs. Mosnian, please ask Mosnian to call me later,"

After saying that, she fell silent and felt a sense of pleasure after revenge.

Bai Xianchu on the other end was really shocked by her last words. She knew that there were many women around Mosnian who were paying attention, but this was the first one who dared to call himself Mrs. Mo so blatantly.

The sound of water in the bathroom behind me stopped.

Mosnian came out of the bathroom, wearing only a bathrobe, with an open collar, revealing a tight muscle with a distinct texture. Seeing Bai Xianchu's figure, he frowned: "Why did you get up?"

In the evening, Bai Xianchu was going to attend a catwalk show, which was her first public appearance since she returned to China. Naturally, the bigger the momentum, the better, and the most respectful one was the president of the Mo Group personally supported her.

With the relationship between the two families, Mosnian naturally has to give this little face.

He asked Bai Xianchu to wait downstairs, and he came up to take a shower and changed his clothes.

Mosnian never liked others to enter his room at will. When he approached, he found Bai Xianchu holding his cell phone in his hand, and his face was even more displeased.

Bai Xianchu spoke first, with a three-point smile: "It's quite funny. A woman called you just now and claimed to be Mrs. Mo."

She was waiting to see Mosnian's statement.

It doesn't matter who that woman is, what matters is Mosnian's attitude.

Mosnian pulled her cell phone back from her hand, glanced at the number she called, and a smile that was not clear appeared on the corner of her mouth.

It seems that the body has been well maintained, and the little wild cat has also gained strength.

That phone call doesn't matter, but the two feelings in Mosnian's eyes at this moment really made Bai Xianchu feel a little nervous.

"Who is this woman?" She tried to calm down and asked again in a joke.

Mosnian said only: "There is no matter."

Such an understatement.

But what is the irrelevant person who dares to call himself Mrs. Mo?

Bai Xianchu knew Mosnian's personality. He had a strong sense of personal consciousness. She answered his phone call privately. He had already condoned her before he got angry. Now he gave her another explanation. She wanted to pester her and would only make things boring.

"Then I'll go down and wait for you." Bai Xianchu went downstairs first.

Mosnian changed his clothes, picked up his phone again, looked at the string of numbers without notes, thought for two seconds, and actually called back.

Lin Ran found a cheap hotel to rest. As soon as she was about to take a shower, she heard her cell phone ringing.

She thought it was Song Zhiyuan, but when she saw the call, she was stunned for a moment.

I didn't expect Mosnian to reply so quickly.

"Mosnian?" she shouted in uncertainty.

"Yeah." Mosinian stood on the balcony, lit a cigarette, and put his hands on the railing. A wisp of blue and white smoke rose from his fingers and melted into the moonlight. His voice was very light, with a sarcastic smile, "I heard that Mrs. Mo was looking for me? Is there anything wrong?"

He called himself Mrs. Mo just to be angry, but this title came out of this man's mouth, and it sounded like a joke no matter how he heard it.

He was sarcasticating her.
Chapter completed!