Li Yichen paused when he was on the verge of speaking.
He seemed to realize something, he hesitated.
Li Yichen's hesitation made Mu Ran very anxious.
His only thought now is to solve these things as soon as possible: "What the hell?"
Hearing Mu Ran's voice, the other end of the phone fell silent.
Wen Ruyu found out that something was wrong, he comforted Mu Ran, and went to the side to answer the phone by himself.
Mu Ran stood still, something was stuck in his throat, his chest was throbbing, the tip of his nose was slightly sore, and the urge to cry was almost uncontrollable.
Wen Ruyu's back paused, and he didn't know what he heard. He said a few words before hanging up the phone.
When he turned around, the delicate and indifferent young master in the past was already sobbing silently.
He bit his lip, and his red lips turned white.
Bean-sized teardrops fell desperately, as if hitting his heart, scorching hot.
Wen Ruyu breathed a little flustered, stepped forward in two or three steps, carefully and gently wiped away Mu Ran's tears with her fingers: "What's wrong, young master?"
Mu Ran's voice was difficult, the tip of his tongue swirled in his mouth, his cheeks bulged, and he uttered a choked word with some difficulty: "Wen Ruyu, tell me, is the place Li Yichen mentioned my ancestral home?"
Wen Ruyu froze.
Endless sorrow surged in Mu Ran's heart.
The intentional avoidance made him think of something at once, and easily aroused the development of a certain possibility.
Mu Ran could no longer tell whether the surging emotions in his heart belonged to the original owner, or his own, or in other words¡ª¡ªhis resonance with the encounter with the original owner.
The original owner's family all died.
Whether it's old, young, or young.
There are so many people from generation to generation, but he is the only one left.
What the original owner shouldered was the hatred of a family.
However, among so many dead people, the grandfather of the original owner was a soldier with a very high official position.
Grandfather retired early.
The family lives in a remote and quiet ancestral home.
In order to get revenge, the original owner just rented a small apartment and lived near the base.
The ancestral home has not been back for a long time.
Mu Ran's tears were hazy, and his eyes were blurred, making him unable to see Wen Ruyu's expression clearly.
Wen Ruyu gently hugged him in her arms, and whispered in Mu Ran's ear; "It's okay, I have everything."
Along with this whisper, Mu Ran fell into a deep sleep.
The whole person is a little erratic, I don't know what night it is.
He felt as if he had slept for a long time.
Many people's faces appeared in the dream, and those faces overlapped one by one, gradually converging into a single person.
The man smiled morbidly, his eyes were full of possessiveness and lingering love, staring at him almost obsessively.
The whisper in the mouth called out: "Senior, I love you"
What followed immediately was a fierce and domineering deep kiss, which made him almost breathless.
Mu Ran woke up quickly, took a deep breath and came back to his senses.
He blinked, sat up and looked around.
The scene in front of him was not the room he was familiar with.
It's a cold instrument and a few people with Zerg heads!
While he was sitting on the cold iron bed, his legs were restrained and tied up.
There was a person standing opposite him, and that person was Wen Ruyu's elder brother, Wen Yan.
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