The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 950 - 956: Jealous

Chapter 950: Chapter 956: Jealous

Jun Mochan looked deeply at Ye Ranran, and Ye Ranran pulled at the corners of her lips with an awkward smile.

At that time, she was just comforting Huo’s mother, never expecting that Huo’s mother would remember so clearly and even bring it up in front of Jun Mochan.

"I didn’t mean anything else by it, don’t overthink it." On the way back, Jun Mochan had not said a word, and Ye Ranran was getting anxious.

Jun Mochan continued to walk with focus and showed no intent to engage with her.

Because he had left a document at the office, Jun Mochan had to return to retrieve it.

"The tv series starts filming tomorrow, at the film and television city in City B." After filming in the mountains, the rest would be done in the film city.

The film and television city in City B had been the scheduled venue all along because it was the only place with the necessary scenery.

"I know, don’t change the subject." Ye Ranran trotted to keep up with him.

Jun Mochan walked straight into the office.

Just like in A City, J.C’s office building in the busiest district was still Jun Mochan’s choice.

The entire building belonged to J.C, and not far from it was a slightly shorter building that belonged to Huacan.

Everything was the same as in A City, as if nothing had changed, but Ye Ranran knew that everything had.

"You’re really mad." Ye Ranran placed her hands on the desk, leaning forward to look at Jun Mochan.

In her clear eyes were inquiry and appeasement, and also a bit of caution.

Jun Mochan sat in his chair, his head raised slightly, meeting her gaze: "Mad or not, what does it matter?"

Ye Ranran hooked her arm around his neck, and her red lips pressed against Jun Mochan’s.

Jun Mochan was prepared to let her invade, but didn’t expect that she would release him after just a light touch.

"Alright, don’t be mad anymore."

Jun Mochan gestured to her, "Come here."

Ye Ranran, oblivious to the danger, scampered over, and before she could get close, Jun Mochan pulled her into his embrace.

His hands held her waist captive, and as Ye Ranran’s hands encircled his neck, he accurately found her lips.

After the kiss, both of their breaths became uneven, but Jun Mochan showed no intention of going further.

He pinched Ye Ranran’s face, "I’ve been taking care of you for so long, why haven’t you gained a bit of weight?"

The doctor said Ye Ranran had been too frail for too long, and it wouldn’t recover in a year or more; he always remembered this, but seeing that skinny face still made him feel a little sad.

"Where have I not gained weight? I’m all flesh now, okay?" Ye Ranran tugged at her own cheeks, trying her best to prove that her words were true.

Jun Mochan took her hand, carefully examining the scars on it: "It’s been so long, how come it hasn’t healed?"

"Yeah, how come it hasn’t healed?" Ye Ranran complained, "It must be because One’s medicine isn’t good enough."

Ye Ranran’s hands were beautiful, well-proportioned, and fair as spring onions—if one did not look at her palms, they were quite lovely. But once flipped over, the crisscrossing scars were startling.

As Jun Mochan’s fingertips brushed over those scars, Ye Ranran wanted to withdraw her hand, yet she couldn’t.

"Oh right, I ran into Young Master Song at the hospital today. He seemed to have fallen into a ditch. Did something happen?"

"Why don’t you ask him and find out?" Jun Mochan’s tone was somewhat sarcastic.

Ye Ranran looked at him with a smiling face, "Are you jealous?"

"What do I have to be jealous about? You’re already mine," Jun Mochan tightened his grip on her hand.

Ye Ranran didn’t argue, but merely smiled with her eyes.

"Alright, I won’t disturb you any longer, finish up with the documents, and we’ll go home," Ye Ranran hopped off his knees.