Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Chi Huan was hugged by the man, although he didn't put much effort into it.

He is clearly a man who is so strong that he is unreasonable and has no bottom line, but when he said these words, he leaned on her waist and abdomen, like a coquettish giant dog.

The hoarse and steady voice gave people the illusion of being softened.

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

It's like being stuck in a dilemma, in a dilemma.

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

Mo Shiqian said, "My back hurts. It hurts to stretch my hand so far to apply the medicine, and it hurts to blow my hair when I lift it up."

"..."

"I don't believe it, Mo Shiqian, you, a thirty-year-old man, talk about your back pain, and it hurts to do this and that, how shameless you are?"

He looked at the blush on her face, and said hoarsely, "It hurts even standing up, not to mention rubbing medicine and blowing my hair."

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

"The hospital smells bad."

"Do you think you are a child? Childish or not?"

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

Chi Huan became angry when he saw his reluctance to get in, pushed his head away, and said angrily, "Whether you want to wipe it or blow it off, I don't care about you, you just fend for yourself .”

Mo Shiqian frowned and said, "When you had a high fever and caught a cold, I fed you porridge one mouthful at a time. Is that how you treat me now?"

She doesn't even want to talk to him if she doesn't talk about it, and she doesn't want to talk to him even more when it comes to this.

Feed her porridge one bite at a time?

He tied her hands to the head of the bed and insisted on feeding her porridge mouth to mouth, but he still had the nerve to mention it?

Chi Huan walked out without looking back.

Out of the corner of his eye when he walked to the door, he noticed the teddy bear thrown down by the man, walked over to pick it up, and walked out with it in his arms.

Out of sight, she reached out and closed the door by the way, and it slammed with a loud bang.

…………

Chi Huan sat on the sofa, leaning against 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."

Feng Xing flatly refused, "Oh, no."

Chi Huan bit her lip and said, "He's 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 he's lying on the 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 bother her. After a few seconds of silence, she closed her eyes, pursed her lips and said lightly, "Then give me Xia Tangtang's phone number, and I'll let you know." She's coming to pick you up."

"Tangtang has returned to Paris, and should be on the plane by now."

"what?"

"Well, a good friend of hers passed away, so she temporarily took Little Mango back to Paris."

"Did you lie to me? There is no such a coincidence."

"Why would I lie to you? Tangtang is my half-sister-in-law. I have no reason to help you or not her."

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

The other side was silent for a moment, Fengxing smiled lazily, "If you want her number, you can go directly to Shi Qian, you are his lover Tangtang is his wife, what if you cause them to divorce and he turns around and blames me, what should I do? I don't want to be in these muddy waters."

After finishing speaking, without giving Chi Huan any time to react, he cut off the phone.

Has Xia Tangtang returned to Paris?

so suddenly?

Did she tell Mo Shiqian?

She wasn't sure if she had... because she smashed Mo Shiqian's cell phone at the entrance of the hospital...

After thinking about it, Chi Huan returned to the ward with his phone.

"Mo Shiqian..."

As soon as she called out his name, she found that the man who opened his eyes had already lay down before he started to say anything, and the wet hair was on her pillow.

This once upon a time, even if she blow-dried most of her hair to be lazy and still a little damp, she would dig her up and blow it for her, and scold her a bunch of men like an old woman, and wiped her head twice with a towel Falling asleep with hair like this?

Mo Shiqian looked at her, and didn't show any surprise at her going back and forth, but asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

"Sit up for me!"

The man said lazily, "Back pain."

"stand up."

He looked at her rare fierce and cold little face, and it was still quite difficult, so he slowly sat up and sat up, "What's wrong?"

"Who told you to wet my pillow?"

"If you don't blow it to me, that's the only way to go."

"Are you still reasonable?"

Mo Shiqian looked at her, sighed, and said, "Don't think that a man won't be in pain if he doesn't cry or yell. I really hurt. Let me lie down and rest for a while, okay?"

That tone seemed to be that she was still making trouble for no reason.

Chi Huan looked at him, his brows drooping, the quilt slipped from his body to his abdomen, where the muscles were well-proportioned, and the mermaid line was submerged, lean, strong, and sexy.

Only there is no weakness, but it doesn't look like a lie.

She turned her face away, "Fengxing said that Xia Tangtang has returned to Paris temporarily."

"Is it."

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

Mo Shiqian glanced at the phone, then at her, and said with a half-smile, "I'll use your phone to call her, in case she doesn't know we're together?"

Chi Huan looked at him without saying a word.

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

"What are you doing?"

He said in a low voice, "Buy me a new mobile phone, replace the phone card, buy some clothes, and buy a dinner back."

"I won't go, you call your subordinates and ask them to do it for you."

The man smiled slowly, "I come here by myself every time I look for you, do you really hope that more people know that we are together?"

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

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

He looked up at the ceiling, stood with his eyes closed for half a minute, and finally threw the wallet back to the end of the bed resignedly, then went to the bathroom sink and took out the hair dryer.

Go back to the bed and blow dry his hair.

The warm wind blew through his hair and caressed his scalp.

Mo Shiqian looked up at the woman's taut facial features and tightly pursed lips. The expression on the delicate fair face under the long hair was different from usual, but it was impossible to describe it accurately.

He didn't even know what she was thinking.

"You don't have to be so reluctant to treat me well. If you don't blow my hair or apply medicine to me, I can't do anything to you."

Chi Huan didn't speak, neither answered his question nor looked at him.

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

She had nothing to do with him, let alone herself.

Knowing clearly that it is a deadly swamp with no way out, struggling and struggling, the sinking is getting deeper and deeper.