Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

When she was about to collapse into his arms due to difficulty breathing, Mo Shiqian finally let go of her and withdrew from her lips. At that time, Chi Huan's pale face was already blushing, and his mouth was full of The smell of a man.

She didn't care about anything else, propped her left hand on the edge of the bed, lowered her head and panted.

Until the man's hoarse and sexy voice was covered with a thin smile, "Does it taste good? Let's have porridge instead?" Chi Huan was very annoyed.

It's not even clear whether this anger is to him or to herself.

His fingers clenched the bed sheet tightly, and then suddenly let go, and then he raised his head suddenly, raised his hand and slapped it over——

Before the applause fell, the man's cold and soft voice sounded, "If you want me to sleep with you in the hospital, do it—"

Chi Huan's hands froze in mid-air.

Looking at the handsome face so close in front of him, his breathing became more and more rapid and disordered.

Her face was red, and her eye sockets were also red.

The swollen chest heaved even more.

This appearance is very ****.

"Mo Shiqian, with your current status, are you not afraid of being laughed at when you bully a woman like this?"

His brows were raised slightly, and his lips curled up. The curve was very shallow, but the drawn out meaning was extraordinarily sexy and vile. "With my current status, I can't even bully a woman. What's the point?"

There was a "bang".

There were several layers of different types of breakfast in the insulated box next to the bed, all of which were swept to the ground by Chi Huan.

There was a loud sound, messing up the ground.

Mo Shiqian looked at her coldly.

Those eyes can only be said to be calm, but behind the calm is coldness.

And this point is as cold as thin and dense ice needles.

Especially after the "tenderness" just now.

When reason was scattered, the grievances that had been suppressed under the emotional abyss finally became uncontrollable, and they churned up little by little, mixed with powerless anger, hovering above her heart, forming a feeling of helplessness. Describe the feeling.

Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes and glanced at the woman's fingers with white knuckles clutching the bed sheet, stretched out his hand to touch her cheek again, and said with a faint smile, "Huanhuan, why are you acting like a child? Get angry with me, why take some dead things to vent your anger? Those are your breakfast, you dropped them, what do you eat?"

He moved his hand from her cheek to her forehead, "I can still lose my temper, and I see that most of my illness has recovered."

After finishing speaking, he rang the bell beside the bed, regardless of whether the nurse would do it or not, and ordered in a low voice, "Clean up the floor, and bring over a bowl of white porridge."

Her voice was weak and hoarse, "Mo Shiqian!"

The man is indifferent.

He got up, walked around the mess on the ground, and walked to the window again, "Twenty minutes."

The nurse looked at his back, and then looked at the hottest actress in recent years, the big beauty Chi Huan. Although she didn't know the exact identity of this man, she still didn't dare to say anything. Come back with a bowl of porridge.

Chi Huan watched the young nurse come in with the porridge, glanced at her on the bed, and walked behind the man, her thin voice was obviously gentler than usual, and there was an indescribable but obvious shyness "Sir...the porridge you want...there is no one in the hospital at this time, so I went to buy it outside, and I wasted a little time, sorry."

Seeing the girl Huaichun's appearance, Chi Huan's heart was blocked.

In fact, she understood very well that Mo Shiqian stood there, his height of 1.87 meters and his handsome and unique appearance alone were enough to make the heartbeat of an ignorant little girl speed up.

Someone once said that power is a woman's aphrodisiac, and the man who was in a high position last time, these two words have been clearly branded in his aura, even if you don't know who he is, you can tell at a glance that he is not ordinary people.

But the more you understand, the more accurately you can capture this feeling.

It had nothing to do with her, but Chi Huan still turned his head and turned his face away, not looking at them.

Mo Shiqian just turned around when he saw her move.

He lowered his head, glanced at the shy smile on the young nurse's face, and reached out to take the porridge. "It's okay." The man pulled the corners of his lips and smiled slightly, "Thank you."

"It's okay...then I'll go out first. If you need anything, please call me again, sir."

"it is good."

The little nurse took two steps back, then turned around and walked out the door.

Chi Huan still inadvertently saw the reddened ears.

Her breathing became more difficult.

He is gentler than before, not to her, but to everyone.

Mo Shiqian walked back to the bed with the porridge in his hand.

Chi Huan had already calmed down. She looked at him, glanced at the bowl in his hand, stretched out her hand, and said coldly, "I'll drink it myself."

Not just a bowl of porridge.

What's the fuss about a bowl of porridge.

Seeing her "obedient" appearance, the man narrowed his eyes.

But instead of handing the bowl to her, he reached out and put it back on the head of the bed.

Chi Huan frowned, "What are you doing?"

He got up and walked to the sofa against the wall, on which were the suit and tie he had taken off after entering the door. He bent down to pick up the tie, and then walked back.

Chi Huan didn't know what he wanted to do, but he still had a bad premonition that he couldn't help but want to back away when he approached step by step, but the injection needle was still stuck in his right hand, and when she hesitated to Don't pull out the needle when the man has come back.

"Mo Shiqian, what are you doing, are you crazy?"

The man's slender and bony fingers skillfully tied her left hand to the head of the bed with a tie——

"If you want to pull out the needle, you'd better do it now, lest I have to do it again." He knelt on one knee beside her, and the distance between the two was so close that she could feel the pain on his body. He could smell the smell of his body more clearly, and smiled hoarsely and indifferently, "However, if you pull out the needle before this bottle of medicine is injected...don't blame me for bullying patients with fever."

Chi Huan understood what bullying meant.

She almost raised her voice and asked sharply, "What exactly do you want?"

Chi Huan soon knew what he was going to do.

He wants to feed her porridge.

To be precise, it's either hello, or it's to disgust her.

The originally bland white porridge was forcibly passed over by the man pinching her jaw.

Chi Huan was so angry that tears fell.

Kissed away again.

The man's thin lips touched her lips, with a lingering smile, and a deep evil and coldness all over his body, "I let you throw my things," he bit her lips lightly, full of condescending sarcasm, "Look See what you can do with me."