Holding her mobile phone, Luo Anning walked to the balcony, leaned against the Roman column, and looked at the night view of the courtyard of the mansion, "What happened? Is it so serious? Is it difficult?"

Rong Yan pondered for a moment, "Well, it's very tricky."

Peace, in the end this week, after one week, nothing can stop us from being together.

For the sake of a happy life in the future, be patient for one more week.

How could he not hear her disappointment? [

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

"Then... you handle it slowly, I'll wait for you." Luo Anning bit her lip, looked into the distance, and said softly.

"Well." His voice was low and sweet, as alluring as a cello, "An Ning, I miss you and wait until I get home."

Luo Anning smiled, this was the first sincere smile today.

The hand holding the phone couldn't help but tighten a little. Her tone was soft, with the unique tenderness of a little woman.

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City B.

These days, Mo Xiyan is in charge of Mo Wan's funeral affairs alone.

When Mowan's body was cremated, she cried uncontrollably and walked to the cemetery holding the urn.

There was no one to express condolences, and she was the only one who died.

The men in black sent by Mr. Rong and the men in black sent by Rong Yan to monitor her surrounded the cemetery.

If someone is unaware, they will definitely think that this is a guest who comes to express condolences, but unfortunately, this is not the case.

Burying the urn in the cemetery, she was heartbroken and hugged the tombstone, crying uncontrollably.

The whole day, she was in the cemetery, sometimes hugging the tombstone and crying, sometimes talking to the tombstone, her whole body was chattering, some people.

Mo Qiange once used her power to prevent anyone from renting a house to Mo Wan in City B. Therefore, she now has no place to live and can only stay in a hotel.

In order to prevent her from escaping, Rong Yan stayed in a hotel on the same floor as her.

The entire corridor was filled with bodyguards in darkness. It would be difficult for even a fly to fly in, let alone escape from under the eyes of the bodyguards.

For several days after Mo Wan was buried, Mo Xiyan stayed in the cemetery all day.

Seeing that the first seven days were about to end, Rong Yan couldn't help but came to the cemetery, stood condescendingly in front of the cemetery, and looked at Mo Xiyan, who was holding the tombstone and crying in tears.[

His handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, "It will be over seven in two days, so be prepared."

Mo Xiyan turned to look at him, her eyes red and swollen from crying, and her sparkling eyes had a unique and pitiable weakness, "Yan, my mother is innocent, why did she suffer such a crime?

Everything is my fault, it's me! It's all my fault, it's all my fault, why I love you so much! It's all my fault, I can't control my heart, I can't control my feelings for you... That's why my mother died...

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"Isn't Mo Qiange innocent?" Rong Yan frowned and asked coldly.

"No, you don't understand at all! Mo Qiange is my cousin, and I am Mo Zhenting's illegitimate daughter! I never thought about returning to the Mo family and being recognized. I live so humble, so humble

Am I wrong to love you and fight for you? It’s him, it’s him who kills me regardless of family affection, so I have no choice but to fight back

Rong Yan sneered: "You always have a high-sounding reason. If love is mixed with intrigues, it is not called love. Are you sure it is love and not a paranoid obsession?"
Chapter completed!