858: Chapter 855: How Old Are You Now?
858: Chapter 855: How Old Are You Now?
“Alright, Grandpa, Ranran is my wife, and her decision is my decision,” Jun Mochan firmly stood by Ye Ranran’s side.
“Fine, it’s your own choice, I’m old, I can’t manage it, I just hope you won’t regret it later,” Mr.
Jun stood up, walking unsteadily towards his room.
Ye Ranran took two steps forward, but Jun Mochan pulled her back and shook his head at her.
Ye Ranran, along with Song Ze, went to the room he had previously stayed in.
“Sister, did I make things difficult for you?” Sensitive Song Ze felt sothing was amiss.
Ye Ranran shook her head: “Not at all, it’s no trouble.”
“I will be very well-behaved, and I definitely won’t cause any trouble for Sister, you can rest assured,” Song Ze promised her.
Gazing at his beautiful face, Ye Ranran couldn’t help but pinch it: “Don’t worry about it, just settle in.
I’ve said before, if I have food, there’s definitely a share for you.”
She personally selected a set of clothes for him from the wardrobe: “Hurry and take a bath, change your clothes.”
“Oh, okay,” Song Ze headed to the bathroom.
Ye Ranran waited outside for him, knowing that once he ca out, he would surely look for her.
But the first person she ended up waiting for wasn’t Song Ze, but Jun Mochan.
“A lady sitting on another man’s bed, aren’t you afraid of making jealous?” Jun Mochan stood at the doorway with his arms crossed, his elegant gaze holding a hint of jealousy, yet devoid of anger.
Ye Ranran smiled with pursed lips, her smile gentle and the sharpness between her brows gone in private, revealing a tender affection: “Would Mr.
Jun really?”
“Of course, otherwise why would I co up here?” Jun Mochan candidly admitted.
“Then I’ll just stand up,” Ye Ranran stood up.
Jun Mochan helplessly shook his head; this person had learned to play dumb with him.
At that mont, the bathroom door opened, and Song Ze, who had bathed and changed, ca out.
Amid the swirling steam, a celestial figure approached slowly, whose stunning beauty made even Ye Ranran, a woman herself, feel inferior.
Song Ze’s hair was dripping wet, and water droplets kept falling from the tips of his hair onto his face, sowhat spoiling the aesthetic.
Ye Ranran picked up a towel that had been prepared beforehand, to help Song Ze dry his hair.
Jun Mochan quickly grabbed it, a cold glint in his eyes: “You could have a maid help him with that.”
He hadn’t received such treatnt, yet that guy was thinking of enjoying it.
Ye Ranran was quite speechless: “Mr.
Jun, how old are you, and how old is he?”
“I’m still your husband though.”
Alright, alright, catching the scent of jealousy, Ranran could only apologize to Song Ze: “Ah Ze, I can’t keep you company, you should dry your hair and then go to sleep.”
Luckily, although Song Ze was clingy to Ye Ranran, he wasn’t soone who couldn’t be left alone every second.
He glanced at Jun Mochan and then at Ye Ranran, nodding his head.
Ye Ranran was dragged out of Song Ze’s room by Jun Mochan, or more accurately, carried.
Ye Ranran looked at Jun Mochan warily: “Are you angry?
You know there’s nothing between him and .”
Jun Mochan gazed at her steadily, tenderly yet stubbornly.
Ye Ranran’s hands encircled his neck, her cheek rubbing against his neck: “Why would you be jealous, when I’m still most in love with you?”
Only upon hearing this did Jun Mochan withdraw his gaze.
He was exasperated, let out a sigh, and reached out to hug her back: “Don’t be too nice to him, or I will get jealous.”
He had been jealous of her kindness towards Huo Yi before, so much so it made him see red.
“If I’m nice to him by one part, I am nice to you by two, how’s that, you’ll always co out on top,” she said.
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