Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Because the distance was too close, his breath was sprayed on her skin, and it was so itchy that Chi Huan subconsciously wanted to back away, but his jaw was fixed by the man's hand and he couldn't move.

"do not move."

The paper box was placed between the two of them, Mo Shiqian supported her chin with one hand, and wiped the stains on her face with a tissue with the other hand, although some of them had already been rubbed onto his clothes by her.

Chi Huan cooperated and did not move.

In the expensive and luxurious Pagani, the paper towels are naturally the most exquisite, soft and fragrance-free. In fact, she can't smell the fragrance, because her nose is full of the smell of the man in front of her.

Body wash, shampoo, or... aftershave?

It smells clean and clean, and it smells great.

After using a few paper towels, some of them couldn't be wiped clean with just paper, Mo Shiqian frowned and asked, "Are there any wet wipes?"

Chi Huan opened the bag, looked down, found a pack of wet wipes, and handed it to him.

Mo Shiqian wiped it twice again, except for the bleeding wound on his forehead, his palm-sized face finally returned to clean and fair.

In the end, after throwing away the used garbage, he stared at her, and said in a low and indifferent voice, "My eldest lady, can you tell me now why I stood there stupidly and was smashed by my fans?"

After guarding her for several years, he actually knew a little bit about her temperament, and because of this, he didn't say anything at that time, and just hugged her and left.

Chi Huan looked glamorous and proud, but most of the time it was just appearances.

She pursed her lips and said disappointedly, "My fans, although the light is a little darker, none of them recognized me."

After a pause, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the handsome and indifferent man in front of her, "You...how did you recognize me from such a distance?"

Mo Shiqian glanced at her indifferently, and curled his lips, "Of course they can't recognize you. After all, your height is more than 1.65 meters in the fans' minds. You didn't wear high heels today, so they probably didn't expect to stand there. The short ones are their goddesses."

Chi Huan, "..."

You are tall and you are amazing, hum.

She was depressed, lying on the car window watching the ever-changing night scene.

Lancheng is beautiful, but at this moment she feels that all these prosperity and beauty have nothing to do with her.

Thinking of what happened in the hospital just now, she still closed her eyes and bit her lips until they turned white.

Pagani stopped in front of Chi Huan's high-end apartment.

Mo Shiqian got out of the car and opened the door for her, and Chi Huan got out of the car with his clothes dirty by her.

"I can go up by myself, you can go back with your friends," Chi Huan pouted, and added unhappily, "I will let the housekeeper wash your clothes and return them to you, or I will buy the same one later. Give you."

The man didn't know how much he hated her for soiling his clothes.

Mo Shiqian put one hand into his trouser pocket, stared at the wound on her forehead, and asked lightly, "You know how to apply medicine yourself?"

She said indifferently, "It's just a small injury."

The man glanced at her, walked to the co-pilot's window and raised his hand to close the window, "You go back first."

The man in the driver's seat smiled and sneered, "Why, are you going to spend the night at the female employer's house?"

"The wound on her forehead needs to be dealt with."

The man in the car shook his head with a wicked smile, "If there is a man like you around my woman, I will kill him."

"If you can have a woman, I'll slaughter it for you."

Regardless of the momentary froze of that handsome face, Mo Shiqian ignored him, turned around and walked towards Chi Huan.

He insisted on going back with her, but Chi Huan didn't refuse. He stood on the spot and looked at the silver Pagani with his chin in his hands, and then at the tall and stern man walking towards him.

"Mo Shiqian, can I ask you a question?"

The man was a little cold, "Huh?"

"Is the Gust you drove to my school also belonged to the man just now?"

"Um?"

"Oh..." She elongated her tone slightly, "Not only is he rich, but he's also good-looking."

Mo Shiqian was obviously not interested in talking about this issue, so he just hummed perfunctorily.

"Is he really just your brother?"

"What else should it be?"

"You won't be taken care of by him, will you?"

"..."

The man looked down at her, with a slight curve on his lips, and he said calmly, "You might as well be more careful about whether Mo Shao is keeping Su Yabing."

Chi Huan's face froze, and then he fell silent.

She walked ahead without saying a word, and Mo Shiqian followed her unhurriedly.

Go back to the apartment.

Chi Huan didn't like to wear dirty clothes, and he had to take a shower and change before he would take the medicine.

Although Mo Shiqian frowned, he didn't say anything in the end, and waited for her to finish washing in the living room.

She stayed inside for a long time, and when she came out wearing a bathrobe, Mo Shiqian noticed at a glance that the circles of her eyes were redder than in the car, no doubt she cried in the bathroom for half the bath time.

The man's black eyes were cold, and there was some cold mockery.

From the very beginning, he knew that Mo Xigu didn't like her, so he insisted on forcing her, and now he was crying again, what's the point of crying.

Naturally, Chi Huan would not pay attention to the hidden emotions in Mo Shiqian's eyes. He was wrapped in a bathrobe and sat cross-legged on the sofa, hugging the pillow and letting the man rub the medicine on her with a cotton swab.

He just came out of the shower... and because Chi Huan hadn't finished venting his emotions, he stayed in there for a long time and wiped the body wash three times. As soon as Mo Shiqian got close to her, he could smell the fragrance.

Inexplicably, the girl's ketone body that he saw last night appeared in front of his eyes.

Originally, it was only supposed to take a quick glance, but he stared at her for nearly ten seconds like a maniac, so that every curve of her body was deeply reflected in his mind.

When he was seventeen or eighteen years old, Fengxing used to laugh at him, a man who never watched A-movies, whether he knew what a woman's breasts looked like.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the depths of the eyes brewed primitive heat and darkness.

However, this woman whom he has seen all over, trusts him unexpectedly and is defenseless.

No matter what kind of dirty and dirty images rolled in his mind, Mo Shiqian's face was still calm and indifferent, and Chi Huan would not notice anything.

He saw her body last night, and now that he was so close, he could clearly see the woman's fair and delicate skin, which was clean, as if exuding some kind of fragrance.

It lures people to have an...inexplicable impulse.

"Mo Shiqian,"

She suddenly called his name, looking at his face with black and white eyes.

Unexpectedly, he met her eyes, and the man's pupils shrank slightly, but there was no abnormal change, but his voice became hoarse, "Does it hurt you?"

She looked at him, pursed her lips and asked, "Mo Xigu's mother asked him to take me to try on the wedding dress tomorrow."

After a moment of silence, his voice regained its clear indifference, "So?"