Flash Marriage Passionate Love: Young Master Mo Is A Wife-pampering Addict

Difu Xiangshou

"Ha ha!"

Mo Xiuchen's laughter made Wen Ran roll his eyes. He immediately stopped laughing, took her into his arms, whispered in her ear: "Of course, you wronged me, I didn't play outside, let alone Not tempted."

His warm breath blew in her ears, like an invisible big hand playing with her heart, bringing up a string of inexplicable desires. Wen Ran's face began to turn red again, and she raised her hand to push him away and put it against her ear. The thin lips on the side said, "Hurry up and go to sleep."

Mo Xiuchen chuckled twice, and when he saw her stern face, looking like I'm going to be really angry if you don't sleep, he nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll take a rest."

After saying that, he really closed his eyes, but his big hands still held her shoulders and never let go.

Wen Ran didn't break away, just let him hold her in his arms, slightly raising her little face, looking at him quietly.

In front, Qingyang was driving the car intently, while Qingfeng kept looking out the window, occasionally glancing at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror. From beginning to end, Wen Ran maintained the same sitting posture.

The eyes that were looking at Mo Xiuchen never moved away for a moment, as if he wanted to look back at all the thoughts he had these days. Even though it hurt to look at his thinner and more angular face, he still wanted to look at him like this all the time. .

Mo Xiuchen did not fall asleep, but just closed his eyes to rest. Naturally, he could feel Wen Ran's gaze lingering on his face, with distress and pity, just like when she heard about his childhood past. That kind of heartache for him.

Facing her distressed eyes, he was also filled with ups and downs and found it difficult to calm down.

When he was almost home, Mo Xiuchen opened his eyes and met Wen Ran's eyes staring at him. His heart softened and a slight smile immediately appeared on his lips. He heard her ask: "Can't you sleep?"

"If you look at me like this, I can't bear to fall asleep."

Mo Xiuchen held her hands in his palms. The light in the carriage was dim, reflecting his dark and deep eyes, like a thousand-year-old ancient pool, with a fatal attraction.

The business car drove into the villa, and Xiao Liu was already waiting there. As soon as the car stopped, he opened the door for Mo Xiuchen and shouted happily: "Young Master!"

After getting out of the car, Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran walked into the living room hand in hand. Zhang Ma was preparing dinner in the kitchen. The two of them went upstairs. As soon as they entered the master bedroom, Wen Ran took out the hand held by Mo Xiuchen and said softly: "Xiu Chen, let me put the bath water for you first, and after you finish taking a bath, you can go downstairs to eat."

When his palm was empty, Mo Xiuchen frowned slightly and subconsciously reached out to grab Wen Ran's hand: "Ran Ran!"

Wen Ran's heartbeat stagnated slightly, she raised her eyes and looked into his: "What's wrong?"

Mo Xiuchen just stared at her deeply and said nothing.

Time stood still for a moment, and only the sound of each other's breathing was left in the room.

In the entangled gazes, each other's faces were deeply engraved in their hearts, and the fragrance lingered on the tip of their noses. Mo Xiuchen couldn't help but lean down and kiss her.

I don't know how long it took before Mo Xiuchen let go of Wen Ran and said softly, "Ranran, go find some clothes for me, and I'll put out the water myself."

"good!"

Wen Ran smiled and nodded, her watery eyes filled with tender love.

After Mo Xiuchen finished speaking, he quickly walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Wen Ran stood in the middle of the room, watching his back disappear from the bathroom door. She lightly pursed her lips, and there was still the remnant of his breath on her lips.

She found a set of home clothes for Mo Xiuchen and knocked on the bathroom door. Inside, Mo Xiuchen's voice came out hoarsely: "Of course, wait a moment."

Wen Ran's hand holding the clothes suddenly shook, and the clothes almost fell to the ground.

She stared at the door panel tightly, as if she wanted to see through the door panel that he was bathing inside, or endure the pain.

The voice was the same as the voice heard through Qin Mu's phone that day in the restaurant opposite the hospital in country D. It was low and hoarse, with a bit of forbearance and discomfort.

"good!"

She answered softly and stood quietly outside the door waiting.

The only sound coming from inside was the sound of rushing water, but Wen Ran's heart was rising and falling, and every minute became a torment.

About ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened a crack from the inside, and as the mist blew in, Mo Xiuchen's handsome face finally appeared in Wen Ran's sight.

"Of course, give me the clothes."

Even though the bathroom was steaming, Mo Xiuchen's face was distressingly pale after bathing for so long. Wen Ran's eyes fell on his face, and he quickly moved away, handing out the clothes in his hand, and immediately closed the door.

In the bathroom, Mo Xiuchen got dressed very slowly.

Although the headache just now passed, after the pain passed, his whole body was exhausted and weak, and he didn't even have the strength to put on clothes.

The bathroom mirror was blurry, and he couldn't see clearly what he looked like now. He just hoped that the dense fog in this room wouldn't be too scary.

After a few more minutes, he opened the door and went out. The room was empty, and Wen Ran was nowhere to be seen.

Mo Xiuchen was slightly startled, a trace of surprise flashed through his deep eyes, and he shouted twice: "Ranran, Ranran." No one agreed.

He walked to the dressing table and saw that his face in the mirror was very pale, and there was unconcealable fatigue in his handsome eyebrows. He raised his hand to touch his forehead and pursed his thin lips slightly.

"Xiuchen, dinner is ready."

Wen Ran's voice came from the door, with a smile. As she spoke, she walked briskly to him.

Mo Xiuchen turned around, and Wen Ran immediately put her arms around his waist, snuggled into his arms, smelled the fragrance of his body after bathing, and said with satisfaction and pride: "My husband smells so good!"

Mo Xiuchen chuckled: "Of course, where did you go just now?"

"I went downstairs to see if Zhang Ma had prepared dinner. Didn't he come up again immediately?"

Wen Ran didn't raise her head, and the voice came from his chest, soft and waxy, like the spring breeze blowing over the ears, and like feathers blowing over the heart. Mo Xiuchen's heart softened, he lowered his head, put his thin lips against her forehead, and kissed her. , with a gentle voice: "If you don't come up, I will go downstairs to find you."