Rebirth of the live national male god

Chapter 35 Meeting
For the first time, Mo Ran hung up the phone without crying sadly.

An Ran still held the phone in his hand, crying and laughing at Lu Zhengqiao:
"Zhengqiao, Ranran promised to see me! She told me to go to bed early, don't cry, and she said good night to me! Zhengqiao, did Ranran forgive me!"

Lu Zhengqiao put his arms around his sweet wife and coaxed him softly. Although he didn't know if the girl had suddenly figured it out, or if it was for some other reason, it was always a good thing to have a good talk with An Ran and meet her face to face.

Early on Saturday morning, more than an hour earlier, An Ran asked the driver to take her to the coffee shop they had agreed upon, and waited anxiously.

An hour later, a young man with exquisite facial features, dressed in a black shirt that made his complexion white, opened the door and walked in.

Standing at the entrance and looking around, he walked straight towards her with those slender and straight long legs outlined by the nine-minute slacks.

An Ran looked at the beautiful boy who was gradually approaching, and involuntarily covered her mouth——

She has always known that the Mo family raised this daughter as a son after she left, but because Mo Ran told her in a very impatient tone on the phone that it was her voluntary, so it is difficult to say anything .

But in the photos of Mo Ran that she secretly asked to take before, it was not like this at all.

Moran in the photos is always dull and depressing, even his face is blocked by his hair.

And the young man in front of her, no matter in appearance or aura, is absolutely perfect, completely different from the photo, but she can recognize it at a glance, this is her dye.

She was very relieved that her daughter had changed in a good direction, but she was a little heartbroken by the seemingly absent girls around Huai Chun who were looking at her inquiringly.

Ranran in my memory should be a soft, cute and beautiful little lolita, why...

It's no exaggeration to say that if she didn't know that this was her daughter, she might be tempted if she went back 20 years.

Mo Ran met An Ran's somewhat complicated eyes, walked up to her and sat down. The word "Mom" that had been brewing since the morning and on the way just now, was suddenly called by her without any obstacles at this moment. out of the mouth.

An Ran's eyes filled with tears in a moment of excitement, and she held back abruptly.

The hands hanging on his knees stirred nervously, not knowing what to say.

Contrary to her, after Mo Ran yelled that "Mom", her whole body relaxed, as if she had removed the big stone that had been pressing in her heart for more than ten years, and felt like she was finally breathing.

Seeing An Ran's nervousness, Mo Ran didn't point it out, and rang the service bell to call for the waiter. The young man had a gentlemanly smile on his face, "Do you want something to drink?"

Excellent manners, excellent posture, and even excellent appearance.

The waiter has worked in this highly private membership-only coffee shop for so long, and has met many high-class people, but this is the first time he has seen such a perfect boy.

With the presence of outsiders, An Ran also returned to normal. She lightly pulled back the bun hanging from her ears, and An Ran smiled gently and gracefully:

"A cup of Nanshan, thank you."

The waiter was staring at Mo Ran in a daze, and when he heard the soft voice, he turned around and looked at An Ran, his eyes darkened.

This woman is also very beautiful, probably a girlfriend.Handsome guys have their own masters, life is hopeless...

(End of this chapter)