Zheng Yan walked in front of him, stretched out her hands to grab the shirts on both sides of his waist, and pressed her forehead to his chest, her voice muffled.
"Shall we get tired of being together every day from now on?"
"..."
Mo Yongheng's pupils trembled slightly, and the brilliance flowed in his eyes.
He reached out and hugged her tightly, making a solemn promise.
"Okay, we will never be separated again."
Tan Bengbeng looked at the intimacy between the two of them, silently retreated to the side sofa and sat down, reached out and grabbed the pillow and hugged it in his arms.
On the one hand, I was happy for my brother, but on the other hand, I couldn't help but feel empty in my heart.
Less than half a day after leaving Qi Yan, she suddenly wanted to see him very much.
Such a domineering person, Qi Yan, must be very angry to be left behind by her.
She didn't receive his call again, so she must have blown her hair by now and dropped her phone.
And the old Patriarch, I don't know if Qi Yan is angry now, will he take good care of his old man...
A lot of worries popped up in Tan Bengbeng's mind.
After thinking about it, she was shocked to find that she was actually thinking about Qi Yan.
She was taken aback by the conclusion she came to, and stood up from the sofa.
The pillow in his arms fell to the ground and rolled forward a few times.
The slight movement alarmed Mo Yongheng and Zheng Yan, and they turned their heads to look at her at the same time.
"Bengbeng, what's wrong with you?"
Zheng Yan was the first to recover, she came out of Mo Yongheng's arms, walked to her side, and touched her face with her hand.
"Are you unwell? Your face is pale and cold."
"I'm fine, I'm just worried that no one will take care of the old Patriarch." Tan Bengbeng grabbed Zheng Yan's hand, slightly raised his eyes to look at Mo Yongheng: "Brother, or I'll go back today..."
"No! You don't have to go anywhere these days. I have already made arrangements with the old Patriarch. Someone will take good care of you for you. You have more important things to do."
Mo Yongheng interrupted her words neatly, met her blank gaze, and softened his voice.
"Our brothers and sisters have been separated for so many years before we met. Don't you want to go back to the Tan family's ancestral house? Don't you want to offer incense to your parents?"
"..."
Tan Bengbeng's eyes tightened, his throat was a little sore, and he nodded slightly.
She thought, of course she wanted to.
For the past few years, in order to protect Nian Xiaomu, she has stayed in City H. Even if she secretly sneaked back to City N, she dared not approach the Tan family's ancestral house for fear of being discovered by Mo Kun.
She has personally experienced the pain of passing through the house three times but not entering.
Now that the Mo family's problem has been resolved, she doesn't have to worry about Nian Xiaomu's safety anymore. It is a lie to say that she doesn't want to go home.
She would love to go back.
But Qi Yan...
"Brother, can you return the phone to me?" Tan Bengbeng asked weakly.
"What do you want a mobile phone for? Want to call Qi Yan?" Mo Yongheng raised his brows, and slightly opened his lips.
Tan Bengbeng: "..."
If you say yes, I'm afraid you won't be able to get your phone back.
Tan Bengbeng was very dependent on her brother when she was a child, which made her always a little scared in front of Mo Yongheng.
Not the fear of fear, the fear of not wanting to make him angry.
And she knew that everything her brother did was for her own good.
She'd better follow him for a few days.
Tan Bengbeng pursed his lips: "It's not because of Qi Yan, I'm just worried that Xiao Mumu won't find me. Although Mo Kun has been caught now, there is still one Duli at large. I don't worry about her being alone."
"She and Yu Yuehan are together, and nothing will happen. We'll talk about the phone when we go back to Tan's house tomorrow to offer incense to my parents."