Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

Chi Huan was held by the man, although he didn't spend much effort.

He is obviously a strong man who is unreasonable and has no bottom line, but when he says these things, he is leaning on her waist and abdomen, like a coquettish giant dog.

The muffled and steady voice gives the illusion of softening.

She didn't even know what to do for a while.

It's like being stuck in a dilemma.

She held her breath and said stiffly, "You wipe it yourself. I won't wipe it for you. You can blow your hair yourself. I can bring the hair dryer for you at best."

Mo Shiqian said, "I have low back pain. It hurts to stretch my hand so far to rub the medicine, and it hurts to lift it up and blow my hair."

"..."

"I don't believe it, Mo Shiqian, a 30-year-old man of yours has low back pain on his lips. It hurts to do this and that hurts. Do you want to be shameless?"

He looked at the thin red on her face and said hoarsely, "It hurts when I stand, let alone rubbing medicine and blowing hair."

"Then why don't you stay in the hospital and force me to take you home?"

"The hospital smells bad."

"Do you think you are a child? Isn't it naive?"

There is no ups and downs in the man's tone, "It smells bad, I don't like it."

Chi Huan looked at him as if the oil and salt were not coming in, and he pushed his head away, annoyed, "You don’t want to wipe or blow, I don’t care about you, you fend for yourself. ."

Mo Shiqian frowned and said, "When you have a high fever and catch a cold, I will feed you porridge one bite at a time, what are you doing to me now?"

She didn't even want to talk to him if she talked about it, she didn't want to talk about it even more.

Feed her porridge bit by bite?

Tied her hands to the head of the bed and had to feed her porridge mouth-to-mouth, he was so embarrassed to mention it?

Chi Huan walked out without looking back.

When I walked to the door, the corner of my eye noticed the teddy bear that was thrown down by the man, walked over and picked it up, hugged it and walked out.

Out of sight, she reached out and closed the door by the way, and there was a loud noise.

…………

Chi Huan sat on the sofa, leaning on the huge teddy bear, and dialed Fengxing with his mobile phone in his hand.

"What's up?"

"Come here and take Mo Shiqian away."

"where is he?"

"……my home."

Fengxing simply refused, "Oh, don't go."

Chi Huan bit her lip and said, "He is injured."

"You stabbed him with a knife?"

"No."

Feng Xing sneered lightly, "Then how can he get hurt?"

"..."

Chi Huan tried to intimidate him, "He hit his waist in a fight and now lies in bed and can't move."

"He just lay on your bed and didn't want to move."

She also guessed that unless Mo Shiqian called him personally, he wouldn't be able to kill her. After a few seconds of silence, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips. "Then you give me Xia Tangtang's phone number, She came over to pick up people."

"Tangtang has returned to Paris. He should be on the plane now."

"what?"

"Well, a close friend of hers has passed away, so she temporarily returned to Paris with the little mango."

"Did you lie to me? How can there be such a coincidence."

"What did I lie to you? Tangtang counts me as half a sister-in-law. What reason do I have to help you or not help her."

Chi Huan thought for a while, "Then you should give me her number."

After a moment of silence, Fengxing smiled lazily, "You want her number to go to Shi Qian directly, you are his lover, Tangtang is his wife, if you cause them to divorce, he turns around and blames me. I don't want to drip these muddy waters."

After speaking, without giving Chi Huan time to react, she cut off the phone.

Xia Tangtang returned to Paris?

So suddenly?

Did she tell Mo Shiqian?

She was not sure if she had...because Mo Shiqian's cell phone was smashed by her at the entrance of the hospital...

Chi Huan thought for a while, and returned to the ward with his mobile phone.

"Mo Shiqian..."

She had just called out his name, and before she even started to say the content, she found that the man who opened his eyes had already lay down, with his wet hair resting on her pillow.

Even if she blows her hair dry, most of them are lazy and still have a little bit of wetness. She will dig her up and blow her. By the way, like an old woman, she scolds her a bunch of men, and wipes her head with a towel twice. Does your hair fall asleep like this?

Mo Shiqian looked at her, did not show any surprises at her going back and forth, only asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

"Sit up for me!"

The man's tone is lazy, "low back pain."

"stand up."

He looked at her rare fierce and cold face, still quite difficult, and slowly stood up and sat up, "What's wrong?"

"Who asked you to wet my pillow?"

"If you don't blow it to me, that's all you can do."

"You still make sense?"

Mo Shiqian looked at her, sighed, and said, "Don't think that it won't hurt if a man doesn't cry or shout. I really hurt. You let me lie down and rest for a while, OK?"

In that tone, she seemed to be making trouble unreasonably.

Chi Huan looked at him, with his eyebrows drooping, and the quilt slipped from his body to his abdomen, where the muscles were even, and the mermaid line was submerged, strong, strong and sexy.

Only there is no weakness, but it does not look like a lie.

She looked away, "Fengxing said Xia Tangtang is back to Paris temporarily."

"Is it."

She threw her mobile phone over, "You call her."

Mo Shiqian glanced at the phone, then looked at her, and said with a faint smile, "I use your phone to call her, afraid she doesn't know we are staying together?"

Chi Huan looked at him without speaking.

He reached out and took the wallet by the bed and gave it to her, "Come here."

"What are you doing?"

He said in a low voice, "Buy me a new cell phone, reissue the calling card, buy some clothes, and come back with a dinner."

"I'm not going, you call your subordinates and let them do it for you."

The man smiled slowly and faintly, "Every time I look for you, I come here by myself. Do you really want more people to know that we are together?"

Chi Huan stood for a while, but walked over and took the wallet.

She turned and walked out, but stopped again after a few steps.

He looked up at the ceiling and stood with his eyes closed for half a minute. Finally, he threw the wallet back to the end of the bed like his fate, then walked to the bathroom sink and took out the hairdryer.

Go back to the bed and blow his hair.

The warm wind blew his hair and stroked his scalp.

Mo Shiqian raised his eyes to look at the woman's tight facial features and tight lips. The expression on the delicate white face under the long hair was different from usual, but it could not be accurately described.

He didn't even know what she was thinking.

"You don't need to be so unwilling to be kind to me. If you don't blow my hair or apply medicine, I can't do anything to you."

Chi Huan did not speak, neither answered his questions nor looked at him.

It's not that he can't do anything to her.

She can't do anything with him, let alone her own.

Obviously knowing that it is a deadly swamp, struggling to go, or sinking deeper.

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