"If it's inconvenient for you, you don't have to say it."

An Xiaoxiao said in a low voice, but she really wanted to know what Jun Mohan would do with her former lover.

Jun Mohan looked at the reddish ears, and looked at her with a half-smile in his eyes, "There's nothing you can't say, since you want to know, well, let me tell you."

"Who wants to know, I don't want to." An Xiaoxiao interjected while Jun Mohan hadn't finished speaking. Hearing what she said, a smile rose from the corner of his lips, deliberately whetting his appetite.

"So you don't want to know, then forget it, let's rest."

After Jun Mohan finished speaking, he closed his eyes. Seeing him keeping his mouth shut, An Xiaoxiao's heart felt like a cat's paw, and she felt very uncomfortable.

The slender fingers poked his body, and said softly: "I want to know, you can tell me."

"it is good."

He opened his eyes, looked at An Xiaoxiao with deep eyes, his expression became much more serious, and his voice was slightly suppressed.

"I'm going to do nothing."

An Xiaoxiao frowned when she heard Jun Mohan's plausible answer, and asked in a low voice, "Are you going to let her go?"

"Yes, she blocked two bullets for me. I can't do it because of emotion and reason."

As soon as Jun Mohan finished speaking, An Xiaoxiao fell silent. Although she had already guessed what he was thinking, when she heard what he said, she still felt depressed. Could it be?Still reluctant?
Looking at the drooping head, Jun Mohan sighed helplessly, stroked her hair, and said in a low voice, "Don't think about it."

"I didn't." An Xiaoxiao muttered.

"No, or did you not think about it?"

After Jun Mohan said something, An Xiaoxiao raised her head and stared back, "I don't dare to think about it. I'm saying that he has indeed saved you, and even blocked bullets for you twice. This kind of affection, isn't it? Any woman will do."

After An Xiaoxiao finished speaking, maybe she didn't even notice the strong sourness in her tone, Jun Mohan smiled, and looked at her very seriously. "If possible, I'd rather have nothing. In this case, my mother is still by my side."

"sorry."

The sadness and regret in Jun Mohan's tone made An Xiaoxiao's heart ache, so she looked at him apologetically.

"It's none of your business, but it's over."

"Yes, Auntie certainly doesn't want to see you sad."

An Xiaoxiao fell asleep while talking, and didn't get up until the next day.

She got out of bed, washed up, and when she passed by the study, she found that the door was unlocked, a mischievous look flashed in her eyes, Mo Han must be inside.

Gently pushing the door open with slender fingers, An Xiaoxiao walked in, but found that Jun Mohan was not there. Just as she was about to leave, she found a drawer in front of the desk was open, so she walked over.

Suddenly a red seal caught An Xiaoxiao's eyes, she picked it up curiously, the more she looked at it, the more familiar she felt, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

Xiao is a word Xiao.

An Xiaoxiao's head suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if something had burst out of the cocoon, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

When Jun Mohan came in, he saw the things in her hand with a serious expression on his face. When An Xiaoxiao heard footsteps and raised her head, she found him.

"Mo Han, where have you been?"

"I went out on business."

Only then did An Xiaoxiao realize that Jun Mohan's gaze had been on her hand from the moment he came in, so she smiled and said, "Your seal is not bad."

"This is not mine."

"It's not yours?"

When An Xiaoxiao heard Jun Mohan's words, her tone was very surprised. If it's not his, whose is it?

Jun Mohan saw the doubt in her heart, and said in a low voice, "This is Yun Wanqing's."

"Not hers."

As soon as his voice fell, An Xiaoxiao directly vetoed, her eyes always fixed on the seal in her hand.

Hearing An Xiaoxiao's words, Jun Mohan frowned, "This is her thing."

"No, it's not hers." An Xiaoxiao became a little excited.

"This thing has been in my hands for more than ten years, and I took it from Yun Wanqing with my own hands. How could it not be hers?"

Although Jun Mohan didn't know why An Xiaoxiao kept saying that this seal was not Yun Wanqing's?But when he saw this thing, he still thought of the past, so he took it.

"I'll give this back to her."

Hearing his words, An Xiaoxiao hurriedly grabbed his arm, and said anxiously, "Can you give me this thing?"

"An'an, I can give you anything you want, except this one. It belongs to Yun Wanqing. I don't want to have anything to do with her in the future, so I have to return it to her."

"Look at the bottom of the seal, there is a word Xiao. Her name is Yun Wanqing. How could it be hers?"

In desperation, An Xiaoxiao narrated what she had just seen, but Jun Mohan smiled as soon as she finished her words.

"An'an, Yun Wanqing's nickname is Xiaoyu."

After Jun Mohan finished speaking, An Xiaoxiao fell silent, staring at the seal in his hand anxiously.

A voice in his heart told him that this seal belonged to her, and although she didn't know why, she still wanted to get it.

Seeing An Xiaoxiao's sullen look, Jun Mohan played with the seal with his slender fingers, his eyes flickered, and finally handed it to her, saying dotingly, "Since you like it, I'll give it to you."

"If you want to give it to me, then you and Yun Wanqing?"

"She and I are in the past. Although this seal has a special meaning, since you like it, I can give it to you."

Hearing Jun Mohan's words, An Xiaoxiao stretched out her arm and hugged him, her eyes were full of emotion, and she choked up and said, "Mo Han, thank you."

"Silly girl, thank you for what the two of us said."

Jun Mohan hugged An Xiaoxiao, seeing her like this, made up his mind, since An An actually likes things like seals, then he will find the best one.

Thinking of it, in less than an afternoon, An Xiaoxiao's eyes were filled with various styles of seals, and she couldn't laugh or cry when she saw these.

Does Jun Mohan really think she likes this seal?If it wasn't for the voice from the bottom of her heart, or the vague picture, she would never ask for something that Yun Wanqing touched.

Fearing that Jun Mohan would do something crazy, An Xiaoxiao picked up her phone and dialed his number.

"Mo Han, I have received what you sent."

"These are all carved from precious jade, and your name is inlaid underneath."

Hearing Jun Mohan's words from the microphone, An Xiaoxiao's heart instantly became confused, the corners of her lips rose slightly, and her delicate face softened a lot.

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