C6

"Alright." Zhan Ning looked at Mo Wenting's tear-stained face and thought for a while. Finally, he comforted her, "Do well, your Zhan Family will not treat you unfairly."

Mo Wenting knew that this was the best method at the moment, she could only suppress the sorrow in her heart and compromise, she could talk about it later. She looked at the table in front of her and nodded her head, looking very obedient.

Looking at it this way, she was actually quite cute. Zhan Ning was baffled by his unfathomable thoughts, but at the same time, he was a little happy and moved.

Seeing that she looked like an obedient little rabbit, Zhan Ning couldn't help but reach out his hands to stroke his hair.

"Eh?" Mo Wenting was confused by Zhan Ning's sudden action. She raised her head to look at him with eyes full of puzzlement.

Zhan Ning smiled slightly: "I don't care if you were sent over by the Mo family or sold here, as long as you are in my Zhan Family, you are someone that I, Zhan Ning, value. No one has the qualifications to belittle you."

His voice was low and had a comforting quality to it.

Mo Wenting's heart suddenly softened. Maybe she could try to trust the man in front of her.

Mo Wenting thought for a while, then suddenly raised her head and said ambiguously: "Zhan Ning, if... I am not Mo Qingxin? "

Mo Wenting knew that it was very risky for him to ask this question. For a person like Zhan Ning to be this vigilant, it was no different from planting a seed of doubt in his heart.

Maybe the atmosphere was too good, or maybe she had suffered too many blows. Mo Wenting suddenly wanted to ask for herself, even if everyone did not care about her feelings, but humans were not plants, who could be ruthless?

If she was no longer the person destined to marry him, if she did not have the backing of the Mo family, would this richly endowed man in front of her still comfort her in such a low voice and inject the power of trust?

Mo Wenting looked at Zhan Ning nervously, waiting for his reply, as if he was waiting for a judgement.

Zhan Ning smiled easily and said: "If you really aren't Mo Qingxin, I will throw you out and feed you to the dogs."

Mo Wenting's heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.

Even though the other party's gaze was so gentle and his tone was so gentle, his words were so cold and merciless.

This Satan, who was rumored to be capable of toying with people even while laughing, was indeed well-deserved of his reputation.

Mo Wenting lowered her head, concealing the disappointment in her eyes that had appeared out of nowhere, and softly made a sound of acknowledgement.

"I'm kidding." she said softly.

Mo Wenting knew clearly in her heart, even if she were to tell Zhan Ning that he was forced by the Mo family, Zhan Ning would definitely vent his anger on the Mo family and destroy them. That old cunning fox Mo Changtian would never let him off, especially now. He still had the mother he was most worried about, but once something happened to his own mother, such a struggle would be completely meaningless.

Zhan Ning looked at Mo Wenting who obediently lowered her head, and the corners of her mouth curled into a smile of unknown meaning.

"Raise your head. "Qing Xin," Zhan Ning said seriously.

Mo Wenting blankly raised her head, the corners of her eyes still had traces of tears that she had not had the time to wipe away before.

He looked more and more like a red-eyed rabbit.

Zhan Ning faintly smiled, then suddenly lowered his head and pressed a kiss onto Mo Wenting's mouth.

Just like a dragonfly touching the water, it disappeared.

Mo Wenting was stunned, unable to recover her senses. She murmured subconsciously, "Don't call me Qing Xin."

That's not my name.

Zhan Ning was in a good mood, it seemed that his wife was not only cute, but also a little dazed. Oh, he really liked it this way.

Zhan Ning smiled as he lowered his head to open the newspaper in his hand, and said with a relaxed tone of voice: "Oh? "Then what should I call you?"

Mo Wenting realized what she had said. She was embarrassed but secretly, she did not want Zhan Ning to call her by her name. Not to mention doing such intimate things.

"Except for Qing Xin, everything else is fine." Mo Wenting said with a lack of confidence.

In fact, she knew that Zhan Ning was only casually trying to please his, her request sounded like a joke after all.

However, Zhan Ning was getting serious, holding his chin, he thought, then suddenly turned and smiled at Mo Wenting.

"I thought of it." Zhan Ning's eyes sparkled. "I'll teach you then, Little Cun. Exists

"Little Cun?" Mo Wenting was startled, she felt that she could not keep up with Zhan Ning's train of thought.

Zhan Ning looked at Mo Wenting's face that was filled with question marks, and smiled slightly, before slowly saying: "There's a poem in the [Book of Songs] that goes' Zheng Feng ':' Out of the East's Gate, There are women like the clouds'. Even if it is as the clouds, I, the bandit, will consider it. "

Mo Wenting was startled, and looked at Zhan Ning with an expression of disbelief.

The dignified man's eyes shined with a hint of sunlight, as if he was swearing an oath to a girl he liked, reciting those lines of poem by word.

Outside of the East Gate, there were women as numerous as the clouds. Even though he was like the clouds, he still wanted to die.

Those are very nice, but they're not what I like.

Mo Wenting's heart thumped like a drum, the air slightly fermented, as if carrying different feelings.

She had no resistance to these poems in the first place. Although the weight of reality often made her breathless, she did not have the time or the energy to spend the next month full of love. However, this didn't stop her from anticipating a wonderful love. It was as beautiful as those poems she liked. It was like she had suddenly looked back, but that person was actually there. It was a pleasant surprise in a place with no lights at all.

This sentence was something that tempted her the most. More than once, she had imagined that the person she loved would whisper it in her ear.

Perhaps they were old enough that day to look at each other and smile.

But now, Zhan Ning, who was covered by the sunlight shining down on her through the window, was saying the words that tempted her the most.

Mo Wenting looked at Zhan Ning blankly, and suddenly smiled.

Yes, she knew that this was the time where she shouldn't be moved the most. The other party might just be a veteran in love, and any casual love speech could not be trusted.

She also knew that this was an unshakeable adventure, an unspeakable secret lying between them, forever a ticking time bomb.

She also knew that this was the wrong time, and perhaps the people she met were also the wrong people.

However, Mo Wenting laughed recklessly.

He was in his twenties and had met a man of the same grade. Regardless of the gender difference, the other party had become his husband.

Why not give it a try?

Even if it was due to deep feelings, there was no regret or longing.

"Little Cun. "That's right." Mo Wenting nodded and smiled.

Although it was not Mo Wenting, it was still not Mo Qingxin. She liked this unique name.