Now, she finally got what she wished for.
She pressed the call button.
"Where did you go?" ca an anxious and helpless voice from the other end.
"Fu Rong, I am Ye Ranran, not Wen Cai." Ye Ranran said calmly, "I know everything now."
The other end was silent for a long ti. Jun Mochan helped her fasten the seatbelt, "Ranran, it’s ti to go."
Ye Ranran said no more. She hung up the phone, removed the card, and threw it into the trash bin.
All of Wen Cai’s past was abandoned at this mont.
As for the mories she couldn’t let go of, she would learn to forget them.
The seat was for two people. After Ye Ranran tossed the phone card away, his hand wrapped around her, his head resting on her shoulder, "Ranran?"
"Hmm."
"Ranran?"
"Hmm?"
"Ranran?"
"What is it?" Ye Ranran was getting impatient.
"Nothing, just wanted to call you,"
Ye Ranran rolled her eyes, ignoring him.
"Is your illness better?" Jun Mochan toyed with her fingers.
This person was acting like a child. Ye Ranran nudged his head, "It’s better. I finished the last dose of dicine Tang Sheng gave, so it should be completely cured."
Yesterday was the last ti.
"Go back and let Shen Yuzhe take a look at you."
"Hmm."
Jun Mochan still clung to her, his hand tightly wrapped around her waist. He held her too tightly, making Ye Ranran uncomfortable, "Sit up properly."
"You’re my wife," Jun Mochan reminded her.
From this mont on, she had to get used to him, but he still relaxed a little.
"Ranran, are you tired? Sleep in my arms for a while." After a mont, Jun Mochan sat up properly and pulled Ye Ranran into his embrace.
His embrace was broad and slled of fabric softener rather than cologne. The warm temperature spread through her entire body via his arms.
It inexplicably made her feel at ease.
Her always drifting heart seed to find a ho at this mont. Ye Ranran closed her eyes.
She thought she might really be able to rely on him, so she slowly reached out her hand and placed it on his waist.
Jun Mochan was so happy he could practically fly. If he wasn’t afraid of scaring her, he’d have loved to hug and nibble on her.
anwhile, after Ye Ranran hung up the phone, Fu Rong realized and dialed again, but it already turned off. The cold female voice repeated over and over.
He threw his phone in anger and was about to give chase.
Lan Yu and the male secretary held him back.
It was a crucial mont in the election, and leaving would an all previous efforts were wasted.
Fu Rong sat with a cold face. Did she think everything would be fine if she escaped? He’d find her sooner or later.
...
The plane landed steadily at City B airport, where Old Mr. Jun, Father Huo, Mother Huo, and little Jun were waiting early.
When Jun Mochan appeared with Ye Ranran, little Jun was the first to rush over.
"Daddy." He hugged Jun Mochan’s leg.
Jun Mochan picked him up, "Baby."
He whispered sothing into little Jun’s ear, and little Jun imdiately reached out to Ye Ranran, "Mommy, hug."
Ye Ranran stiffly accepted him, a soft little bundle that left her at a loss.
Little Jun’s hand naturally wrapped around her neck, finding a comfortable position and leaning on her.
Afraid her hands couldn’t bear it, Jun Mochan took him back after two minutes.
"This is dad, this is mom, and this is grandpa." Jun Mochan introduced his family to Ye Ranran.
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