With his mobile phone, Luo Anning went to the balcony, leaned against the Roman column and looked at the night view of the courtyard of the mansion, "what's the matter, so serious? Is it very difficult?"

Rong Yan pondered for a moment, "well, it's difficult."

Peace, the last week, after a week, nothing can stop us from being together.

For a happy life in the future, endure another week.

Why couldn't he hear her loss?

He just heard it, but he could only pretend not to know, because he couldn't find any excuse to comfort her.

"Well... Take your time and I'll wait for you." Luo Anning bit her lip, looked into the distance and said softly.

"Yes." His voice was deep and sweet, as tempting as a cello, "peace, I miss you, wait for me to go home."

Luo Anning smiled. This is the first sincere smile today.

The hand holding the mobile phone could not help but hold it tightly. Her voice was soft and charming with the unique charm of a little woman Soft: "I miss you too."

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City B.

These days, Mo Xiyan has taken charge of Mo Wan's affairs alone.

When Mo Wan's body was cremated, she cried uncontrollably, holding the urn and walking to the cemetery.

No one offered condolences. She was the only one who died.

Old man Rong sent her people in black and Rong Yan sent people in black to monitor her and surrounded the cemetery.

If you don't know, you will think this is a guest to mourn. Unfortunately, it's not.

Burying the urn in the graveyard, she was in pain, hugged the tombstone and cried uncontrollably.

All day, she was in the cemetery, sometimes holding the tombstone and crying, sometimes talking to the tombstone. The whole person was talking about it, which was scary.

Mo qiange once used her power to make no one in city B dare to rent a house to Mo Wan. Therefore, she has no residence and can only live in a hotel.

In order to prevent her from running away, Rongyan's hotel is on the same floor as her.

The corridor is full of dark bodyguards. I'm afraid it's difficult for a fly to fly in, let alone escape from under the bodyguard's eyes.

After Mo Wan was buried, Mo Xiyan stayed in the cemetery for a whole day.

Seeing that the first seven is about to pass, Rong Yan comes to the cemetery unbearably. He stands condescending in front of the cemetery and looks at Mo Xiyan crying with the tombstone.

His handsome eyebrows wrinkled slightly, "it's over seven in two days. You're ready."

Mo Xiyan turned his eyes to see him. His red and swollen eyes and sparkling eyes were tender and pitiful, "Yan, my mother is innocent. Why did she suffer such a crime? It's all my fault. It's me! It's all my fault. It's all my dead heart. Why do I love you so much! It's all my fault that I can't control my heart and my feelings for you... It killed my mother..."

"Isn't that shallow song innocent?" Rongyan frowned and asked coldly.

"No, you don't understand! Mo qiange is my cousin and I'm Mo Zhenting's illegitimate daughter! I never wanted to go back to Mo's house and get recognition. I live so humbly, love you so humbly, and fight for you. Am I wrong? It's him. He killed me regardless of his family, so I have to fight back!"

Rong Yan sniffed: "you always have high sounding reasons. Love is not called love if it is mixed with intrigues. Are you sure it is love, not a paranoid obsession?"

"Yan, how can you be so cruel!"