Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

After confirming their relationship, the two chatted about their family situations, mainly because Mo Chen wanted to know more about the girl.

"Do you need me to visit my uncle and aunt?"

He was not sure whether a normal boyfriend and girlfriend should visit each other's parents, but he wanted the girl's parents to feel at ease leaving their daughter to him. Of course, this matter mainly depended on the girl's consent.

"Need not."

Lan Qian shook her head.

"They all have their own families, and I don't want to disturb them."

Ever since the original owner became an adult, her parents have basically ignored her, apart from the money they deposited into her card every year. The last time they met seemed to be in the middle of last year?

"I've lived alone all these years," she leaned into the man's arms, her soft little hands also held by the man, "What about you? Have you lived alone all these years, too?"

"Ah."

Mo Chen's expression was calm.

He has no family and has been accustomed to being alone for so many years. If he hadn't met her, he would have lived like this for the rest of his life.

"I'm an orphan."

"But now I have you, I won't be alone anymore."

He hugged her tighter, allowing her to lean on him with all her heart: "Qianqian, I will always be by your side and will never leave you alone again, okay?"

I thought such a delicate girl had been spoiled since childhood.

I didn't expect such a change to happen.

Then from now on, he will support her.

"Okay," Lan Qian also hugged him, her soft voice soft but firm, "I will accompany you, you will accompany me, we will accompany each other and build a home of our own that will never be separated."

Even though the world changes, the world is changing.

And forever, we will never be separated.

At a quiet noon, a man and a girl, both of whom are equally beautiful, hug each other quietly on the sofa. The bright sunlight shines on the screen window of the balcony, leaving layers of gorgeous golden light, as if recording this most beautiful picture.

In a dilapidated warehouse.

boom!

The door was kicked open.

A tall, handsome man appeared at the door. He glanced coldly around the warehouse, and his face became even darker when he saw his beloved tied to a chair.

"Xinhan!"

He immediately ran over and untied her.

"Ah Hao..."

Ning Xinhan threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"You're finally here, I'm so scared..."

"I'm here, Xinhan, don't be afraid, I'm here."

He checked her body and saw that she was not injured, so he hugged her to comfort her, but his hands were clenched tightly. He would never let her go this time!

-

Lan Qian’s birthday is here.

In order to celebrate her birthday with her, Mo Chen specially chose a quiet and elegant restaurant and booked a private room.

In the evening, he brought Lan Qian to the reserved restaurant.

"welcome."

The waiter smiled politely, and after seeing Mo Chen's reservation information, he politely led the way and said, "Sir, the private room you reserved is over here, please follow me."

Just as he was about to raise his foot, Lan Qian paused slightly.

Outside the restaurant, there seemed to be a gaze staring at them.

"Let's go Qianqian."

Mo Chen held her hand and followed the waiter to the reserved box. His cold eyes seemed to glance outside inadvertently.

"Ah."

Lan Qian smiled and let him hold her hand obediently.

When they reached the door of the private room, the waiter stopped, turned around and gave a standard smile: "Sir, this is the private room you reserved. Your order is ready. I wish you and your girlfriend a pleasant meal."

She opened the door of the box and then stepped back.

"So you've been ready for a long time?"

Lan Qian looked up at him as she walked into the box. As soon as she entered, the most eye-catching thing was the large bouquet of bright red roses in front of the dining table. It was the most dazzling in this low-key and elegant box, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

Seeing the girl stunned, Mo Chen's eyes flashed with tenderness. He walked over, picked up the bouquet of roses, and put it in front of her.

"Qianqian, this is for you."

A bouquet of bright red roses was handed to her. The bouquet was very large, and each rose in it was carefully selected. Countless flowers were stacked one on top of the other, and each petal was passionate and without a single flaw.

The outer packaging of the bouquet is light blue. I don’t know what material it is made of. It looks as if it is covered with wisps of mist and is dotted with blue roses. It is perfect like a dream.

This was the first time in several worlds that he gave her roses.